Intro
Who needs a label?
(Can I say Something)
Who needs the radio?
(Can I clarify that for you)
Who needs the media?

1st Verse
Illuminati did
So they bought the very last bit of it
And you must sell out, if you wish to be in it
They control what gets out and into your ears
And make reality, out of your fears
Close your eyes to the truth
To keep you locked in a booth
Slaved to the man
When is really time to repent
Understand, is the end
I said it before and I’ll say it again
That’s why I was sent
To prevent you from what I present
The truth I represent
So no label invests,
No, not even a cent
Unless I become less
Sort of a mess
change my trend, bend my mind
invent a lie, to make me blind
Wishing I was absent
Giving space to a fake myself
An alter ego that would burn myself
Go to the hell which they deserve
What a nerve, man I’m here to serve
And preserve the world
Teaching the word
For when is time for evil to burn
Their bird will flip and die in turn
Without a return
From its ashes,
Gone forever, with all you … asses….

Chorus
Who needs a label?
Me? Naw, I don’t need ya
Who needs the media?
Maybe politicians
Who needs the radio?
Not me, maybe you
Who needs a magazine?
I don’t know, but I don’t
Who needs a label?
Me? Naw, I don’t need ya
Who needs the media?
All them white-collar criminals
Who needs the radio?
maybe you do, not me I’m cool
Who needs a magazine?
Neither I, who needs you?

2nd Verse
Well I don’t,
You think I’m hating, well you wrong
I just know what is going on
Think I’ve Been around for too long
Trying to make it in the game, without doing wrong
Reaching a degree of fame, without becoming part of Sodom
But they just push you on and on, till you hit rock bottom
A label will sign you,
but only if they can rewrite you
Make you from scratch and pick all your tracks
You can no longer hip hop, you can now only rap
If you grow up a mind, they snap
saying, what the hell’s up with that?
the media which used to be on your lap
Strangely now is focused on destroying your rep
radios supposed to have your back and show respect
Only plays your track if you pay` em back
Give` em a buck or with luck
if you sing about sex and drugs
Magazines are in the list
working hard, for illuminati’s
Devil’s interest
So they reject me cause they are my interest
Bring `em down my intent
You can bet that I’ll make ’em decent
It’ll be just a moment
To see the greatest event

Chorus
Who needs a label?
Me? Naw, I don’t need ya
Who needs the media?
Maybe politicians
Who needs the radio?
Not me, maybe you