Jimmy Iovine (feat. Ab-Soul)

I put my life on the line I roll the dice and I'm fine Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it They ain't giving it, I'm taking it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit Steal myself a record deal Steal myself a record deal Steal myself a record deal Steal myself a record deal If i just went in this slowly The police would've noticed Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin' Go and leave with that motive Hold up, my plan is forming All right, casin' this building Watch these rappers step back And walk in and leave that with millions (millions) Heading in sweating, open that front door "Interscope" printed out by the entrance door closes Not a metaphor, then I start towards That front desk, that's right, where you check in Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot? Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!) Carrying 2 cans of paint Security looks at me awkward I say, "Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office." Holding my breath, 'bout to faint I'm scared to death that he stops me Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby And see I break it down if I don't make it out Then I'm leaving town with that contract And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out This chair and I'm taking him hostage I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press "3" Now I'm headed up (Heist) What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate Stuck in this recession not what you think If I could get signed my life is destined Might be good, depends on ink And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink I put my life on the line I roll the dice and I'm fine Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it They ain't giving it, I'm taking it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual Thought it would be shiny and beautiful Thought it would be alive and like musical But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral These numbers on the chalkboard CDs boxed in cardboard Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores Graphic designers are sitting around Waiting for albums that never come out Complainin' the day have nobody in the house Wonderin' within if they make art for I start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck He said, "We've been watching you, so glad you could make it Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created. You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness, And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous. "Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is? That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy. Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars. After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed." "So it's really like a loan?" "A loan? Come on, no! We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals! You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road, Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows. Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit, After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split. That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse. No one will give you a better offer than us." I replied, "I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted. Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked."