Indy 500-BINARY STAR

Artist：binary star Songs Title：indy 500 All you boys understood is business, that's all it is You still don't get it, do you boy? No more good guys! They're running the whole show, the whole planet They can do whatever they want! What's wrong with having a good for a change? And they're gonna let us have it good if we just help 'em They're gonna leave us alone! Let us make some money! You can have a little taste of that good life too.. I know you want it, hell everybody does! You do it to your own kind... What's the threat!? We all sell out everyday Might as well be on the winning team! Yo, this is decomposed, and I gotta say We need to try to keep this music to ourselves We sellin' out this art for some money To some guy who don't care nothin about this music We gotta keep it to ourselves.. tryin to win the Indy 500 Like this - Check it out (Check it out, check it out) All we need is beats, and rhymes and go and spark it As long as we got the Underground, yo, we got a market I don't need an agent to tell me how to run it Cause my goal's to win the Indy 500 Start your engines, four propositions got me sittin In fifth row you only go if your gassed like Sicko And since my Terrence car's brand new My paid Coupe is for me, and the Binary too For your car, you got the luxuries of a star You got a crew of two dozen plus an A&R That's your axle and your ratchet man Cause after he get rich, man You skit out on the ditch and be abandoned, need refixin You also got the pressure, first to second no lesser If you don't, you think you'll drive again, you'd never See, it's not about the car it's the way you drivin it If you cats is lame, can't maintain than you won't survive in it I'm revivin it, the record wreckage I steer though Comin from behind, unseen by rear view You sleep in your seat, don't even know what's the deal No suggestions on directions, they're controllin your wheel And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen Your prize money? Your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in Know the cars, know the race, cause if you get outsmarted It doesn't matter where you finish, you'll end up where you started My goal's to win the Indy 500 My goal's to win the Indy 500 My goal's to win the Indy 500 My goal's to win, my goal's to win, my goal's to win It's the battle of Dave and Goliath, the big and small We need to take control of this sh*t, and get it all Expect these rec' execs to take a fall I came to collect my checks and that's my call Don't confuse it, they pay your dumb a**, to abuse it To get rich they use it, then they call it ni**a music You lose it, you're sold for some crumbs and promo But if you really want the dough bro, you would go solo You put food on your table playin the game wrong While you dialing that fast food, they eat filet mignon They applied the pressure, so you gave 'em a song And if that sh*t don't hit, the next day you're gone My copyrights are exclusive, for my uses They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get two cents I got influenced, the underground, the X factor Record deals' slavery, so when you sign say, Yes master