It took years but finally you’re where you wanna be
Somewhat a celebrity in the music industry
You never heard nothing about sample clearance
Now the execs wanna make a change in your appearance

First your image, then your rhymes and in your mind
You wanna tell them to stick that where the sun don’t shine
You’d rather leave the label than change what you worked hard on all this time
But your contract says that for two years … they own your behind!

You don’t want to, but you roll with it
And in a flash …. Your song is a smash!
You blow on the radio you’re on the air..everywhere
You always went to the mall but..now you can DRIVE there

But travel has your body sore
you can't even rest before
you're back on the road doin' tour number four
you're smashin' chics that wouldn't look at you when you were poor
but your friends are hatin'
cuz you don't have time to chill with 'em no more

on top of that you didn't read the contracts' fine print
your manager ain't supposed to get 35 percent
plus your second album flops, you don't have a cent
and you still owe your label all the advance money you've spent

you fell off
and it's hard to swallow
that you're comeback is more unlikely
than Vanilla Ice comin' out of retirement and rockin' The Apollo
sometimes this business ain't all it's cracked up to be
welcome to the life of an M.C. *