K-Rino - Worth More Dead lyrics

You want fame don't you?
But chasing the majors the wrong move
It's a known rule, sign a contract
They own you you thinking because you
Give'em hit's they love you
Inside of the clutches of the
Machine they plug you
It's more than the paper with your
Name on the a dotted line
Anytime that they get you to sign
It's a plot in mind
They try to find naive artist and hand em
Contracts so complex only they understand em
Built to destroy ya
You can't afford a lawyer
So they offer to manage you and
Handle your buisness for ya
What was the price?
You thinking you covered for life
But they suckered you for your
Royalties and publishing rights


They got millions in hand while
You living in dream land
Went platinum and only got paid 15 grand
Didn't understand that they profit
Whatever you speak
It's a devilish beast controlling
The level you reach

They want your masters they want your name
Now all you work to build
Up is gone in flames
They want your publishing
And mechanical rights
And when they finish using you
They want your life

The day you awaken and learn
The business they panic
And blackball you because this
Industry is satanic
And you can't even capitalize on your fame
Cuz the paper work explains that
They own your name your catalog was strong
Now it's gone in smoke
All your blood, sweat and years
Every song you wrote
Belongs to a goat worshiper
Whose thrones a joke
His family eats 20 generations long
You broke they let you rise nation
Wide and international fast
Your assets accumulate past your actual cash
The fans love you
So you still selling out shows
You expose that they was the people
And tell them 'bout those
So the momentum grows
Open eyes no longer closed
A wise artist threatens their power
Influence imposed
So now they know that the only
Road and option to go
Is to eliminate the icon and triple the dough

They want your masters they want your name
Now all you work to build
Up is gone in flames
They want your publishing
And mechanical rights
And when they finish using you
They want your life

This ain't practice dude
Never get your facts confused
Resync your relationship between
Blacks and jews
Manipulation of artists is a classic move
And a few material objects distracts the fool
Only a devil would scheme and
Not give me my green
That's why Michael Jackson called
Out Jimmy Iovine
His words were too extreme so
They had to solve that
Mike was killed then Sony
Got the catalog back
The record company gets every
Dime that's made
And gets paid for every song
Every time it's played it's a war
Why you thinkin it's only coincidence
It happened to Sam Cooke
Jimi Hendrixs and Prince
Any artist with a free mind
Who fought for their work
Was strategically plotted on
And eventually murked
When you control your art
They attack and assault
Who gunna end up with the music
Prince had in his vault?
The music outlives the artist
And the truth is the truth
After they kill'em
Then the record sales shoot through the roof
Digital, physical sell'in fast
With foot on the gas
Eternal cash and dead artist
K put'em on blast

They want your masters they want your name
Now all you work to build
Up is gone in flames
They want your publishing
And mechanical rights
And when they finish using you
They want your life