The label just called
They wanna recoup
You slaves with no Master's is bucking to shoot
The scythe is willing to dice em
But you gotta pay for not ownin your publishing dude
Business is business
If it fit they interests
And you on they list then coming for you
The indie assassins is gaining some traction
The industry laughing, but up for a coup
Make em drop like wrecking ball
Make the office crash
And gas up in the roof
Pocket knock a Major
Rock em, sock em, fade em
Smack em on the matt to they back
If you true
Askin what's next? What we gon do?
Take a payola puppets guts
Dump it up in a bucket
And serve up to these labels as food cause that's what they feed you
Slop
Get em popped
Cock a two five to eyes
They get white as a cockatoo
Buy a piece of the corporate pie
Then you bound to die
And wound up in a noose
Rulin is suicide, who I am?
A dude a twine these high ranking
Business guys necks to Colombian ties
And profit the loot while you robbed in the booth
Unite the streets to shake up industry
Mix the red and blue to start fixin these
Punk execs faces, paint em purple with the fists of unity
Leave they fluid leaked
Clueless culture critics can get capped
Then next we can review they eulogy
Low scores for the effort
Cause they never really tried to learned the music B
Y'all confusing these debt slave rappers with wealth
And y'all foolishly givin garbage y'all attention
Then mad when the dump pile more you to see
Rap teachers gave me game
While these other students maintain truancy
I can get you up to speed
But you gotta shell the cash out for a tutor fee
Scopin my targets in focus
To bargain your life for a catalog
But this ain't new to me
Operative pro at a fake AR do
Cleaning up they IG
So they don't screw you through the D-Ms
I dim the light out in these greedy bug eyed execs
Who gone leech for a check if we
Don't control the cash flow
Of the industry
Given back honey to worker bees
Cursin these people
For makin entertainment slaves of these artists
And constantly jerkin every cent from royalties
Money over loyalty
Warrin wit lobbyists
Lawyers within our insurgency
Servin these serpents they dirt and then murkin these people wit purpose
We Indie Ops, on the block
Shootin point blank at the stage from behind where curtain be
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King Scythe - Indie Ops Lyrics
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The label just called
They wanna recoup
You slaves with no Master's is bucking to shoot
The scythe is willing to dice em
But you gotta pay for not ownin your publishing dude
Business is business
If it fit they interests
And you on they list then coming for you
The indie assassins is gaining some traction
The industry laughing, but up for a coup
Make em drop like wrecking ball
Make the office crash
And gas up in the roof
Pocket knock a Major
Rock em, sock em, fade em
Smack em on the matt to they back
If you true
Askin what's next? What we gon do?
Take a payola puppets guts
Dump it up in a bucket
And serve up to these labels as food cause that's what they feed you
Slop
Get em popped
Cock a two five to eyes
They get white as a cockatoo
Buy a piece of the corporate pie
Then you bound to die
And wound up in a noose
Rulin is suicide, who I am?
A dude a twine these high ranking
Business guys necks to Colombian ties
And profit the loot while you robbed in the booth
Unite the streets to shake up industry
Mix the red and blue to start fixin these
Punk execs faces, paint em purple with the fists of unity
Leave they fluid leaked
Clueless culture critics can get capped
Then next we can review they eulogy
Low scores for the effort
Cause they never really tried to learned the music B
Y'all confusing these debt slave rappers with wealth
And y'all foolishly givin garbage y'all attention
Then mad when the dump pile more you to see
Rap teachers gave me game
While these other students maintain truancy
I can get you up to speed
But you gotta shell the cash out for a tutor fee
Scopin my targets in focus
To bargain your life for a catalog
But this ain't new to me
Operative pro at a fake AR do
Cleaning up they IG
So they don't screw you through the D-Ms
I dim the light out in these greedy bug eyed execs
Who gone leech for a check if we
Don't control the cash flow
Of the industry
Given back honey to worker bees
Cursin these people
For makin entertainment slaves of these artists
And constantly jerkin every cent from royalties
Money over loyalty
Warrin wit lobbyists
Lawyers within our insurgency
Servin these serpents they dirt and then murkin these people wit purpose
We Indie Ops, on the block
Shootin point blank at the stage from behind where curtain be
They wanna recoup
You slaves with no Master's is bucking to shoot
The scythe is willing to dice em
But you gotta pay for not ownin your publishing dude
Business is business
If it fit they interests
And you on they list then coming for you
The indie assassins is gaining some traction
The industry laughing, but up for a coup
Make em drop like wrecking ball
Make the office crash
And gas up in the roof
Pocket knock a Major
Rock em, sock em, fade em
Smack em on the matt to they back
If you true
Askin what's next? What we gon do?
Take a payola puppets guts
Dump it up in a bucket
And serve up to these labels as food cause that's what they feed you
Slop
Get em popped
Cock a two five to eyes
They get white as a cockatoo
Buy a piece of the corporate pie
Then you bound to die
And wound up in a noose
Rulin is suicide, who I am?
A dude a twine these high ranking
Business guys necks to Colombian ties
And profit the loot while you robbed in the booth
Unite the streets to shake up industry
Mix the red and blue to start fixin these
Punk execs faces, paint em purple with the fists of unity
Leave they fluid leaked
Clueless culture critics can get capped
Then next we can review they eulogy
Low scores for the effort
Cause they never really tried to learned the music B
Y'all confusing these debt slave rappers with wealth
And y'all foolishly givin garbage y'all attention
Then mad when the dump pile more you to see
Rap teachers gave me game
While these other students maintain truancy
I can get you up to speed
But you gotta shell the cash out for a tutor fee
Scopin my targets in focus
To bargain your life for a catalog
But this ain't new to me
Operative pro at a fake AR do
Cleaning up they IG
So they don't screw you through the D-Ms
I dim the light out in these greedy bug eyed execs
Who gone leech for a check if we
Don't control the cash flow
Of the industry
Given back honey to worker bees
Cursin these people
For makin entertainment slaves of these artists
And constantly jerkin every cent from royalties
Money over loyalty
Warrin wit lobbyists
Lawyers within our insurgency
Servin these serpents they dirt and then murkin these people wit purpose
We Indie Ops, on the block
Shootin point blank at the stage from behind where curtain be
Writer: Derrick Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid