Vocalist, lyricist, and producer: Ty C. Miller (@tyc.miller)

Lyrics:
Ty C. Miller in the ring for a winner
Clappin' back ’gainst these corporate salt-spillers
Got big mouths, but got no feelings
And got no recognition for when a rap has a different meaning than they're used to
Love and money
Number 1 in their rulebook
Number 1 on the hot 100
Waft a dollar
The scent is pungent to those creeps
But you'll lose your sense of smell if you play along
Does TLC ring a bell?
They chased waterfalls
They got bottles
That sound unfair at all?
Labels are enticing
Labels can be cool
Labels can be backstabbers when they cross the hood
I know they’re bout the money
But it’s ironic when a rapper looks for a career
But cannot make a living off it
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off
He'll make your troubles all go away
Then he'll trap you in that box on the month of May
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off (You should know that)
Nowhere to run when you're on the ride
In the trunk of the car of Mr. Hyde
I can trust a label if it's smart and treats me with respect
And they're not just looking for instant success
You got big names like Ice Spice to do that
But even Doja Cat never blew up right off the bat
This takes time
And you knew that, too
Black Eyed Peas had to talk about the Elephunk in the room
But now the industry looks like the Detroit Zoo
At least their animals get fed good
Don’t you think that we should get protection, too?
If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you what to do
First drop flops?
Don’t kick us out the office
Like a yoga ball bounced me off my mom’s bed and on the carpet
That bruise on my head is in the mind of every rapper
Enough to turn Snoop Dogg into a dope yapper
One, two, three and to the four
Let’s send these Bad Boys straight to the Death Row
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off
He'll make your troubles all go away
Then he'll trap you in that box on the month of May
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off
Nowhere to run when you're on the ride
In the trunk of the car of Mr. Hyde
While you’re busy building your self-detonator
And going backwards on an escalator
We’re busy working hard to be greater
That’s why independence has a name in this industry
Ryan’s got DistroKid and I got CD Baby
But we ain’t children
We’re more adult than we’ve ever been in our lives
You’re only fooling second graders
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off
He'll make your troubles all go away (Yes sir)
Then he'll trap you in that box on the month of May
Break down the bank ‘cause you lost it all
Don’t talk to the label that wrote you off (Oh no-oh-oh)
Nowhere to run when you're on the ride
In the trunk of the car of Mr. Hyde

Website: https://tycmiller.com/