Fuck a Label Blackalicious Remix by The Thought Lyrics
[Verse: Moody]
Yo, yo
No bottle service, no lights and no red curtains
'Cause when I show up it's strictly to put the work in
These phony label fucks on the prowl with the lurkin'
I got some street punks coming out, I'll leave 'em hurtin'
This is music with a punch to the face
If you feeling confused, then you ain't in the right place
'Cause you gotta pay dues to take a part in the race
I'm the ugly side of rap, you gotta pardon the face (my bad)
But fuck that, I don't owe you shit
I'm GG Allin with a handful of piss
Jay and Silent Bob, out front, slanging Nicks
Saying "Motherfuck, motherfuck, fuck, fuck this!"
The underground army, time to strike back
'Cause what they tryna sell, it's time to fight that
With the homie Jack, in the stu', why slack?
The one really calling the shots is a sly cat!
[Hook: The Thought]
You ain't gonna change our minds
Off a dollar sign, like "Fuck a Label!"
We don't wanna slow our drive
Doing 105, get out your cradle!
[Verse: The Thought]
I'm at the thrift, shoplifting me some poorly-fitting pants
(Fuck Macklemore)
Pour some porridge in my hands, close the door to corporate plans
What's on my wrist? No mystery, just shaggy fucking hair
Shirts get baggy and they tear, 'cause I don't even care
So how you feeding fair? Ease the beating then declare
Ain't so rare they stuffed with semen 'til they look like an eclair
I got the flair of demons when they steaming Sam and Dean
Frying at the fair, and screaming at the icing of the C.R.E.A.M
Only thing I'm needing that you got is just the cash
Everything's repeated, so we need to make it last
Boisterous the beatnik as he booming to the baps
The oyster they been seeking, afternoon we in the trash!
So come catch us at the dump
Couldn't offer me the world to do a song with Lil' Pump
Won't be forced to join my gang, but you'll do it off the bump
'Cause white boys can't jump!
[Hook: The Thought]
You ain't gonna change our minds
Off a dollar sign, like "Fuck a Label!"
We don't wanna slow our drive
Doing 105, get out your cradle!
[Outro]
Like a fuck a label
Fuck a motherfucking label!
Fuck a label, these labels can suck a big dick!
ARs and Labels, suck my cock, bitch
Fuck a fucking label, fuck a label
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fuck these lay-bull-bull-bulls
They can suck this dick like
AHHHH
Yo, yo
No bottle service, no lights and no red curtains
'Cause when I show up it's strictly to put the work in
These phony label fucks on the prowl with the lurkin'
I got some street punks coming out, I'll leave 'em hurtin'
This is music with a punch to the face
If you feeling confused, then you ain't in the right place
'Cause you gotta pay dues to take a part in the race
I'm the ugly side of rap, you gotta pardon the face (my bad)
But fuck that, I don't owe you shit
I'm GG Allin with a handful of piss
Jay and Silent Bob, out front, slanging Nicks
Saying "Motherfuck, motherfuck, fuck, fuck this!"
The underground army, time to strike back
'Cause what they tryna sell, it's time to fight that
With the homie Jack, in the stu', why slack?
The one really calling the shots is a sly cat!
[Hook: The Thought]
You ain't gonna change our minds
Off a dollar sign, like "Fuck a Label!"
We don't wanna slow our drive
Doing 105, get out your cradle!
[Verse: The Thought]
I'm at the thrift, shoplifting me some poorly-fitting pants
(Fuck Macklemore)
Pour some porridge in my hands, close the door to corporate plans
What's on my wrist? No mystery, just shaggy fucking hair
Shirts get baggy and they tear, 'cause I don't even care
So how you feeding fair? Ease the beating then declare
Ain't so rare they stuffed with semen 'til they look like an eclair
I got the flair of demons when they steaming Sam and Dean
Frying at the fair, and screaming at the icing of the C.R.E.A.M
Only thing I'm needing that you got is just the cash
Everything's repeated, so we need to make it last
Boisterous the beatnik as he booming to the baps
The oyster they been seeking, afternoon we in the trash!
So come catch us at the dump
Couldn't offer me the world to do a song with Lil' Pump
Won't be forced to join my gang, but you'll do it off the bump
'Cause white boys can't jump!
[Hook: The Thought]
You ain't gonna change our minds
Off a dollar sign, like "Fuck a Label!"
We don't wanna slow our drive
Doing 105, get out your cradle!
[Outro]
Like a fuck a label
Fuck a motherfucking label!
Fuck a label, these labels can suck a big dick!
ARs and Labels, suck my cock, bitch
Fuck a fucking label, fuck a label
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fuck these lay-bull-bull-bulls
They can suck this dick like
AHHHH