Pharoahe Monch — 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] 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 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? Just a couple of questions I mustered up for you 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 hitman [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 I thought she was supposed to be so passive Now you just another ass in the end with an asterisk 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 These kids want popcorn, they want slapstick Probably the chorus goes 'tisket, tasket' But I'm not willing to risk it and mask it This might take a couple of listens for you to grasp it The Hit—