Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Jimmy Iovine (Feat. 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
I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it taking it
I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it taking it
I need all that shit
If I just went in this slowly
the police wouldn’t notice
Gotta be strategic creepin go in
leave with that motive
Hold up my plan is forming
alright case in this building
Watch these rappers
that rappin’ walk in
and leave out with millions
Cut in and sway there
open that front door
And it’s gold printed out
right by the entrance door closes
Then 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
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 of that he stops me
Heart beating so loud
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 stream
Now I’m headed up
What they don’t know is
there is a gun and a paint can
And I’m ready
and willing to bust ‘em
I’m fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession
not what you think
But if I could get signed
my life is destined
My future depends on ink
And secretary at the front of
the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers
go ahead and then gives me a wink
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
I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it taking it
I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it taking it
I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it taking it
I need all that shit
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
This was my chance
to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab
on the back of my neck
He said we’ve been watching you
so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive
in 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 percent 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