Letras
They say the game's for the takin', nah, it's rigged for the fakin'
You think talent gonna make it? They decide who they makin'
Scripts gettin' handed roles, just to sell an illusion
You want what's real, they want what's sellin'
Get a mic, hit record, then start all the screaming & yelling
Man this ain't about the craft, it's about who's gonna last
And who's sleepin' with the man, make the deal to be in the cast
Tell me who's the king, who's callin' the shots?
Who's pushin' the envelope and who's sellin' the plots?
You think it's 'bout the skill, nah, it's who you know
Nepotism in the booth, and on the camera, it shows
Both industry's are dirty, a double edged fable
They catch 'em young and hungry, then they put 'em all on the table
This feast ain't for us, it's for the ones on top
Same execs & families, the rotation really never ever stops
It's a bloodline affair, they say it's in the genes
The talent's really nowhere, it's just about the wealth and the means
You see 'em handin' Grammys like an all state affair
But the hardest workin' cats, will never really ever ever be there
Tell me who's the king, who's callin' the shots?
Who's pushin' the envelope and who's sellin' the plots?
You think it's 'bout the skill, nah, it's who you know
Nepotism in the booth, and on the camera, it shows