Fast Food Nation by The TradeMark Experience Lyrics
[Verse One: B-Baz]
We got, number one, gangsta rapper with his daddy dead
One hit song, fame gets to his head
Airplay is minimal but he's gettin' bread
Blowin' it all on dumb shit thinkin' he ahead
Number two, pop singer with the blond hair
Young girl, singin' 'bout love in the air
Gets her dreams crushed, cries 'til somebody cares
And when they do, she tops the charts, they just leave her there
Number three, loud-mouth alternative rap
Maybe producer at first of ridiculous tracks
He hits the mic and discovers another gift, in fact
He gets addicted to his own voice, his lyrical crack
Browse the menu, pick your mainstream music
If you think you like an artist, then pursue it
But just thought I should warn you, there's really no difference
The game's just some pre-packaged interests
[Hook: Trademark]
Record labels going under artists are broke
What you see on TV is just mirrors and smoke
It's a Fast Food Nation and they're serving us hope
They got us hooked man / this shit is no joke (x2)
[Verse Two: Trademark]
Ipods iTunes mp3s
Happy meals supersize mickey D's
Stunner shades fresh kicks necklaces bling chrome
Text G6 for your favorite ringtone
Artists, they come and go, one minute hot
After your first single pops you get dropped from the label
And everybody's trying to get a seat at the table
Managers publicists agents / I'm loving it
Even household names will drop a new album
Make 9 cents on the dollar asking like “how come”?
C'mon homie, you knew the outcome
This shit's not a rat race, it's more like a mouse hunt
Everybody's after the cheese
Until you get trapped / now you're dirt broke and you wouldn't believe
How those same friends that loved you when you fed them all steak
Start flaking and ignoring your calls because they're fake
Turn on MTV see the new artist du jour
And remember when that fame and fortune used to be yours
If that first single doesn't pop, they're won't be a next one
They'll look on MySpace and move on to the next one
So on and so forth, this industry's dying
I'd be lying if I said music's no longer inspiring
But do it for the love, not the sales and the digits
That's where I fucked up.. now I'm out of the business
[Hook]
We got, number one, gangsta rapper with his daddy dead
One hit song, fame gets to his head
Airplay is minimal but he's gettin' bread
Blowin' it all on dumb shit thinkin' he ahead
Number two, pop singer with the blond hair
Young girl, singin' 'bout love in the air
Gets her dreams crushed, cries 'til somebody cares
And when they do, she tops the charts, they just leave her there
Number three, loud-mouth alternative rap
Maybe producer at first of ridiculous tracks
He hits the mic and discovers another gift, in fact
He gets addicted to his own voice, his lyrical crack
Browse the menu, pick your mainstream music
If you think you like an artist, then pursue it
But just thought I should warn you, there's really no difference
The game's just some pre-packaged interests
[Hook: Trademark]
Record labels going under artists are broke
What you see on TV is just mirrors and smoke
It's a Fast Food Nation and they're serving us hope
They got us hooked man / this shit is no joke (x2)
[Verse Two: Trademark]
Ipods iTunes mp3s
Happy meals supersize mickey D's
Stunner shades fresh kicks necklaces bling chrome
Text G6 for your favorite ringtone
Artists, they come and go, one minute hot
After your first single pops you get dropped from the label
And everybody's trying to get a seat at the table
Managers publicists agents / I'm loving it
Even household names will drop a new album
Make 9 cents on the dollar asking like “how come”?
C'mon homie, you knew the outcome
This shit's not a rat race, it's more like a mouse hunt
Everybody's after the cheese
Until you get trapped / now you're dirt broke and you wouldn't believe
How those same friends that loved you when you fed them all steak
Start flaking and ignoring your calls because they're fake
Turn on MTV see the new artist du jour
And remember when that fame and fortune used to be yours
If that first single doesn't pop, they're won't be a next one
They'll look on MySpace and move on to the next one
So on and so forth, this industry's dying
I'd be lying if I said music's no longer inspiring
But do it for the love, not the sales and the digits
That's where I fucked up.. now I'm out of the business
[Hook]