Lyrics

on the inter-web there’s this place called SoundCloud
you can post your music so that they can take your songs down
noticed that your track contains some copyright material
didn’t really matter if it’s copied or original

bright orange price tag your passion has to pay
losing all your royalties to let your music play
better pay on time or time is what you get
closing your account from their bullet-proof desk

everybody loves a special place called YouTube
watch up any video so adverts they can reach you
write a song from scratch for the viewers all to see
copyright claims and false similarities

never stole a thing never wrote things twice
losing all your music to a listening device
lawsuits dating back from before you were a fetus
taking my everything ‘cause all I really need is my


beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
copyright infringement on originality

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
every time I breathe take another buck from me

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
run a corporate rope from your neck up to a tree

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
maybe this is stolen, we’ll just have to wait and see


DJ’s spinning iTunes thinking that’s original
everyone’s a rock star saying they’re professionals
play a CD to a crowd out at the festival
make a million bucks bitches sucking on your testicles

money and some money and some money here you go
broadcast coverage live, CEO’s and killer blow
when corruption is your friend there will never be an issue
steal just to sell it, never have a problem with you

claims, legal, copyright, copy wrong bitch
settle and your cred will be okay if we don’t snitch
file format, max size, pixel block, mega byte
someone says you stole it gonna take it down tonight

now you know better music ain’t to be enjoyed
just an easy way to keep the 1% employed
fuck your life, fuck your time, fuck your wife, fuck my life
need a thousand lawyers just to drop a beat just like


beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
copyright infringement on originality

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
everything that’s left after I had clicked agree

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
run a corporate rope from your neck up to a tree

beatbox and me, my beatbox and me
maybe this is stolen, we’ll just have to wait and see