Ab-Soul:
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' 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
Macklemore:
If I just went in and stole it, the police would've noticed
Gotta be strategic, creepin, go in, leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming; all right, casin' this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions (millions)
Headed in sweating, open that front door
"Interscope" printed out right by the entrance
Door closes, not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty for the money 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 that you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down; if I don't make it out
Then I'm leaving town with that contract
And I'm spazzing out, cover the in or out
Loose chair and I'm taking him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator press three
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, now what you think
But if I could get signed my life is destined
My future depends on ink
A secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up; she whispers, "Go ahead," and then gives me a wink
Ab-Soul:
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' 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
Macklemore:
If I get past 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
There's numbers on a 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' that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they make art for
I start thinking, 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 (Heist!)
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, it'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."
