The Hitman

[Intro]

Yeah, uh, okay

Yeah, uh

[Chorus]

Call me the hitman, it's kind of hard, ain't it?

What most feared we'd become in the game, we became it

So I painted a masterpiece of an industry tainted

It's not a lithograph, so it's graphic, frame it

The hitman (Say it again)

The hitman

The hitman (Uh, say it again, say, say)

The hitman

[Verse 1]

Some people say I'm extreme

Broadcast a beam live through a meme

Screaming as Jimmy Iovine, as corrupt as Don King

Boxed into the ghetto to be champions of bling

Industry's the arena, the internet is the ring

You train audible queens to sling music to fiends?

Then Def Jam, supreme team, the same thing

Except more critical now, it's digital cocaine

The goal to control every individual's brain, like

Cadillacs for contracts in the 60's

Now it's rap 'til you 60 for contract 360s

The trick, switch the degrees with the three sixes

Artists are left with zero, you know who receives the riches

Which is the reason why there's only a few moguls

Globally, the pioneers are left in a chokehold

Enough to make an individual go postal

Watching these old folks get fucked for their vocals

[Chorus]

The hitman, it's kind of hard, ain't it?

What most feared we'd become in the game, we became it

So I painted a masterpiece of an industry tainted

It's not a lithograph, so it's graphic, frame it

The hitman

The hitman (Uh)

The hitman (Say it again, say, uh)

The hitman

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

If you are not performing fellatio for radio rotation

What's the ratio for radio play at your station?

If you're not paying to play, the record is dead

Puts a whole new spin on Radiohead

They got a thousand plays a week and we selling the same units

Put their best rep up, they couldn't stand next to it

People wanna relate, they wanna connect to it

Here's a lyrical check, is this enough for you to flex to it?

Huh? Or do you need more clues?

Should I be more black, would that change your view?

Should I dye my hair blond, should my eyes be blue? (Come on)

Just a couple of questions I mustered up for you (Uh)

But these eleven-and-a-half shoes, you can't fill those

I make headlines like corduroy pillows

And probably get banned from television and marketing

Targeting music industry politics, provocative

[Chorus]

The hitman, it's kind of hard, ain't it?

What most feared we'd become in the game, we became it

So I painted a masterpiece of an industry tainted

It's not a lithograph, so it's graphic, frame it

The hitman (Say it again)

The hitman

The hitman (Say it again, say it, uh)

The hit- man

[Verse 3]

It's kind of hard

Let's release sex tapes so we can become stars

Nude photographs of titties and asses

Increase our buzz, impress the masses, uh

I thought she was supposed to be so passive

Now you just another ass in the end with an asterisk (Hah)

Cellphone songs, you will never be classic

You sold your soul, they call that remastering

See, why does it have to be so drastic?

Chemical skin peel makes the song more plastic

Follow the program, man, stick to the tactics

Twelve to eighteen, you know the demographics (Woo)

These kids want popcorn, they want slapstick

Probably the chorus goes 'tisket, tasket'

But I'm not willing to risk it and mask it (Come on)

This might take a couple of listens for you to grasp it

The Hit—