they say rap a text about partying
money, drugs, sex and other faux pais
performers, they all have the same sound
same disgusting breathe
big corporations control this business widely
like everything else in society
and they probably want me as a sock puppet
i spit them right in the face
trying to find a way to get out and reach you
without rapping about shooting and beating you
yo, can i get you to listen
without rapping about drugs and pussy
i'm sorry my sisters that way that i put it that way
i use it as a way to explain
how crazy messages have made us so desensitized
to the degree that we think it's the norm
a select few control who sells music
same pigs that are rich on famine and war
a pyramid, i see none of us at the top
the truth is they've got us in chains
no vic vem on the radio here
because rules, norms and the laws teach
that the one who pulls through, he creates trouble
they want to take my soul
and they don't want to see what, for who we are
but watch it for idols they feed us with
keep the love together in a fairy tale
they want to take my soul
and it used to be how nice you were
now it's about how many likes you got
get recognition one day by soulless hipsters
who is right, who is wrong
who is next in line
to follow a standard for the success of the week
artists sell poison to make a living
like systembolaget och svenska spel
they blacken more than any hustler i've ever known
maybe it's only for some people that they laws are justified
polticians, businessmen in dangerous gangs
spread their message, of course you get famous
like an IRLRPG:er, styling for the advertising
and the companies suck up to the critics wank
the business stinks like shit in the sewers
music without soul, the schlagerfestival
no vic vem on the radio here
because rules, norms and the laws teach
that the one who pulls through, he creates trouble
they want to take my soul