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People are still stealing my tunes
It must mean they're feeling my tunes
DJs are wheeling my tunes
They say they want a brand new one soon
So I upload, brand new tunes
They say they want a brand new one soon
So I upload, upload, upload
For all my girls and goons

I'm b-b-back, it's a wrap
Drop bombs, like it's Iraq
I won awards, applause, clap clap
Now the only thing missing on my wall is a plaque
But forget that, cause I'mma get that
I'm still going places, but in a cab
If my fans never had a Mac or a PC
I would have a Jag
But I'm never mad, because I got a plan
And if it works out, I'mma be the man
We're in a new era now, like it's a cap
Thinking cap, now I understand
Whether you're an MC or indie band
You better start selling yourself for some brand
Not just t-shirts if you want grands
You could make a wig, sell it to your gran, Big

As I was saying, selling yourself
Artist, you need to stop telling yourself that your shit don't stink
That's what you think but obviously you can't smell it yourself
They don't wanna upload their track, they
Think that they're gonna sell it from shelves
N-n-nobody's gonna bootleg your tracks
You can't even sell them yourself
Get-get with the time, forget getting signed
It's nice but you won't make money from sales
If you got hype and your timing's right
You can make money from everything else
You'll be amazed, it's truly an age
Where you can make money like Lucy and Rage
Oozing, uh, suits and furs
Soon you'll be feeling like Rupert Murdoch

After Recruitment, half and a half
Two years ago, I asked and they laughed
Now everybody moves faster and faster
Today's celebs are the stars of the past
Some downloads have become a part of the charts
Majors wanna own half of your heart
Fish don't swim too far from the sharks
Credit cards travel much farther than cars
I could go on, what's right, what's wrong
Quote, unquote, so on, so on
But the fact of the matter is everything's changed
No use tryna hold on, hold on
I could write a blog, so long, so long
Or scrap the beat, do another whole song
But the fact of the matter is everything's different
Even TV now, we've got BitTorrent
I'm on Facebook, I'm on MySpace
I'm on Hi5, type me in Google
Buy me on iTunes, buy me on Amazon
N7 Digital, see me on YouTube
I'm on Vevo and Wikipedia
'Nuff reviews on online media
I am practically living in your house
HMV, bring it to your house
People don't wanna pay for CDs, is it that?
And that's the wrong chorus, I got more forums
Speaking of forums, 9 times out of 10 I'm all forum
But some people have got no sense
Type nonsense, no sense of decorum
I know if I saw them, they'd be so sh-sh-sh
I'd have to finish their sentences for them
Haters are people that suffer from boredom
Click, click, block, block, delete, ignore them
Don't let them get to you, they're airs
Zilch, residue, they're dictionaries, thesaurus
Click, click, block, block, delete, ignore 'em
I'm the king, I'm reigning, pouring
Who else said they're the king? Go call 'em