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A LABEL IS A CURSE! Lyrics by Noah Gold

No, I Know 2

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[Intro: Noah Gold & Thanos]
I don't think you know your label is probably gonna break ties with you
You should've gone for the head
[Verse: Noah Gold]
I put this out, and for what?
They take it down, that's enough
Give you what? Give you what?
Give you what? I'm out of fucks
I'm so fed up with this shit
Since day one been on a mission
Killing beats and competion
Dissing all the opposition
Put yourself in my position
Independent, working dead end
Not complaining, my decision
I'm just saying fuck your vision
Run up, burn your buidling bitch
Zero proof, they flipped the switch
Getting heated, can't believe it, I can't give another inch
Never bought the streams, thеy seem to pin this shit on me and leave mе in the shit
I'll rip the stitches then reach for my shiv to stick it in your ribs
You fucking money hungry pussies never wanted us to win
You need to listen to the guys that make you money to begin
Let me give a word of reason to the newbies on the scene
They will never have your back even if they call you a team
Making cheese from milk you making, I would rather let it spoil
They can get Ramos get tackle me, I'll always score a goal
Yeah you can delete us
But you can't ever defeat us
Try to to end us like a fetus
Sent the proof, didn't believe us
We don't back down
Catch you with your cap down
Bullet through your head, pow
Put you all to bed now
Just a bunch of fucking boomer workers, never met an artist
In their life of staring at the screen while sitting in an office
Make your paper like a leech off people with actual talent
I'm the shit you can't hold in so better check after you farted
Tried accusing us of botting, said the AI was our doing
Only AI that I see stands for An Idiot like you and
How could I ever be using things I didn't even knew that
They existed, Imma lose it, had the paperwork to prove it
Man, y'all some bitchass people, I'm 'bout flip out screaming
So fucking sick like females because this week y'all bleeding
Just wanna see fails, this shit is like ridiculousness
Try fucking us over, you'll end up with a dick in your butt, Huh
This ain't over, like I told you, Imma blow and keep on growing
Switch the flow up just to show you I can go until october
Showed the mole inside the whole show was you so, wow, now I'm colder
Throw the whole fucking deal away since you gon' show all your colors
I'm not even close, put my gun right in your nose
I've reloaden while you frozen, it's all fun until I blow
You won't be my only kill, waste my money like castill
At least I know the day I make it was me who made that mil'
I keep it real, you could never
Load up your workers and manager
Every neck I will sever
You label weak like a feather
You label weak like seven days, eleven ways I could do it
Know you fucked up shit for real if even Saino is fuming (Haha)
One, I grab an axe and swing at your face, it split in
Two, a noose around you neck and tie that rope up to a
Three, each limb attached to motors so they drive pull you in
Four, stick your head between a door, smash it, smash it, 'till it blows
Five, stab you with a knife
Six, get jumped by my guys
Seven, hit you while I drive
Eight, bullet end your life
Nine, give you cyanide, what the fuck you gon do
Ten, pull your brain out through your nose, have you bleeding like
Eleven, make a cross of wooden planks and nail both of your feet and hands to make you feel what Jesus felt but you ain't going up to heaven
Lemme say this one more time so we both know which one is boss
Fuck with me just one more time and I will count it up to twelve
[Hook: Noah Gold]
Fuck all the labels know they all made up of snakes, man
Fuck all the labels, say that shit up to your face, then
Fuck all the labels, hear my voice and feel the hate, crazy
Fuck all the labels, we back and at it again, baby
Fuck the labels, fuck, fuck the labels
I said, fuck the labels, fuck, fuck the labels
Come scream now everybody, everybody that is able
'Bout to cash the check you payed me, use it all for my vacation
[Outro: Noah Gold]
I said, fuck the label, fuck, fuck the label
I said, fuck the label, fuck, fuck the label
Come scream now everybody, everybody that is able
'Bout to cash the check you payed me, use it all for my vacation, yeah
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"A LABEL IS A CURSE!" appears on "No, I Know 2".

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