I put my life on the line
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I’m on and bassin’, I’m fine
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Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
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They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit
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Nobody winnin’ this slogurr
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The police would’ve noticed
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Gotta be strategic, I’m creepin’
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Go and leave with that motive
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Hold up, my plan is stormin’
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All right, casin’ this building
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Watch these rappers that rap
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And walk in and leave that with millions
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Cut of that sweater, open that front door
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And it’s gold printed out by the entrance door closes
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Then a metaphor, then I start chorus
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That part, that’s right, meaning shotgun
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Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor
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All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
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Bloodthirsty and I’m bloody like a bull
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Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
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Carrying 2 cans of paint
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Security looks at me awkward
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I say third floor I’m late
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painting Jimmy Iovine's office
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holdin' my breath ‘bout to fade
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I’m scared to death that he stops me
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Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
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And see I'm breakin' down if I don’t make it out
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Then I’m leaving town with that contract
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And I’m spazzing out, I'm either in or out
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This chair and I’m taking them hostage
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I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator press three
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Now I’m headed up (east)
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Where they don’t know there’s a gun I the paint can
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And I’m ready and willing to bust ‘em, fuck'n desperate
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Stuck in this recession not what you think
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But if I sell out my luck is destined
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Might future depends on ink
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And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
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I walk up, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink
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I put my life on the line
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I’m on and bassin’, I’m fine
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Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
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They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
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I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit
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I go past security, the secretary, the cubicals
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But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual
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Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful
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Thought it'd be alive and like musical
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But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral
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There's numbers on the chalkboard
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CD's box, they cardboard
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Artists they foxed that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
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Cover designers are sitting around
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Waiting for albums that never come out
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Complainin’ that they have nobody in house
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Wonderin’ what they make art for
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I start thinking, am I in the right place? Just walk forwards
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See clocks on the wall
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Oh yea, and the second dose will be all yours
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Finally see an office with a melted sign, heaven sent
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Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President
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This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jack
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Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
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He said: we’ve been watching you, so glad you could make it
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Your music it's so impressive and this whole brand you created
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You one hell of a band, we here think you’re destined for greatness
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And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous
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Now I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day
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Remind me, now what your name is?
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That’s right, Macklemore
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Of course, today has been crazy
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Anyway, you ready?
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We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars
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After your album comes out we’ll need back that money that you borrowed
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So it's really like a loan? a loan? Come on
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No, we're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals
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You’ll get it done in the merch that you sell out on the road
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Along with the third of the money you make when you’re out doing your show
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Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10
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So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7%?
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To split!
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That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse
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No one will give you a better offer than us
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I replied I appreciate the offer, though that this is what I wanted
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