I can’t say much, but I’ve actually lawyered up to handle… something.

So that’s where this comes from.

You can listen to the full song, for free, no registration on my Bandcamp.

Or you can wait till it hits streaming services in a few days.

BPM is exactly 75 BPM, no beatmatching needed.

4 bars before you rap, pop it into your DAW and go.

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Keep your contracts. Bullets in the chamber
Remember when you publish you’re in danger.
The remainder of the struggle is documentation
They catch you sleeping it’s termination

Friendships are important be cordial it’s business
Mental fitness when limes appear why does life give this
It’s a riddle we’re riddled with a little violin to fiddle with
Fidgeting with meddling, yeah we need Ritalin

Shaking our first and shouting at the sky
Will get you get nothing but a stranger’s side eye
But I, have an idea and it’s grand
Approach everything with a back up plan

Safe words, and passwords, subdued by mass herb
Last words are spoken during a sudden swerve
When the guard rails are broken here’s a token of advice
When the wind gails observe the scope and be nice
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Words uttered are like a spell, energy propelled
It’s ancient law like The Book Of Kells
But you don’t need a Testament to fortify your plans
GIRD YOUR LOINS! (pause) A Roman Phalanx

Of your papers and ideas that you contain
within your desk and within your brain
Keep calm and carry on, bombs drop like rain
Cratering your parade, plans made in vain

Temperance, pouring water from a jug
Measured with good karma just for luck
Man schemes the divine’s laugh echoes
Across these mean men time and epochs

Chances swallowed like hungry hippos
Legal channels clogged like swollen lymph nodes
Nothing new under the sun, the labels don’t think
to tread on an indy artist true they don’t blink
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Heartless, they truly lack a soul
Will violate your contract with no control
And it’s an oh well, cause their bank is so large
call up the ferryman and shove them on the barge

Magnione, get rid of these phonies
Internet scammers and one trick ponies
The music biz is extremely dirty
Witless, controlled by the unworthy

They lost the plot like an RR Martin show
poorly adopted by HBO
No Clash Of Kings in a jester cap
A hall monitor presiding over rap

Disconnected like unpaid utilities
Clueless, smalls you’re killing me
No fuss no muss, let us discuss
The managemenet, they not like us…