Vultures in Versace
Hyper Street-Drill, Gritty Fast Rap, Low rough male vocals, aggressive flow, tight breath control, short syllables, Wasting Booming Bass, distorted 808s, heavy thick sub-bass, fast syncopated drums, razor hi-hats, kicks punching like concrete breaking, dark menacing atmosphere, street-level energy, high pressure, no polish
Vultures in Versace
Hyper Street-Drill, Gritty Fast Rap, Low rough male vocals, aggressive flow, tight breath control, short syllables, Wasting Booming Bass, distorted 808s, heavy thick sub-bass, fast syncopated drums, razor hi-hats, kicks punching like concrete breaking, dark menacing atmosphere, street-level energy, high pressure, no polish
Lyrics
(Intro)
"Kid, we love your vibe. You're the next big thing."
"Just sign right here. Don't worry about the fine print."
(Manic laughter... Bass drop hits like a sledgehammer)
Yeah.
Read the room.
Read the ink.
Verse 1: The Honeypot
They dangle the carrot, a diamond-encrusted illusion
Create a chaotic confusion to start the intrusion
"Here is a million," they say with a smile on their face
But that ain't a gift, it’s a loan just to keep up the pace!
(Pay it back!)
They call it an "Advance," common sense calls it a debt
You spend it on chains and a jet, now you stuck in the net
You haven't sold one single record, but you owe 'em your life
You wanted a partner, you just went and married a knife!
They park a Lambo outside, put your name on the door
But the title belongs to the label, you're merely the whore
For the algorithm, dancing on TikTok for views
While the CEO’s laughing and sipping on vintage booze.
(Cheers!)
Chorus
They don't want the kitchen, they just want the cake!
They don't wanna build, they just wanna take!
They say they your family, say they your friends
But they vanish as soon as the popularity ends.
Vultures in Versace, snakes in the grass
Smiling in your face while they shattering the glass.
It’s not a partnership, homie, it’s a heist
And your soul is the only thing naming the price!
Verse 2: The Recoup (Common Sense)
Let’s do the math, let’s debunk the myth of the star
You pay for the video, pay for the flight and the car
You pay for the studio, pay for the mix and the master
Welcome to "Recoupment," the architect of disaster!
(Do the math!)
You get ten percent royalty? That is a joke!
That means you generate millions and stay fucking broke!
They own the IP, they own every sound in your throat
You’re drowning in debt while they chilling out there on the boat.
They tell you: "We handle the business, you handle the art"
Translation: "We handle the money, you tear us apart"
From your fans, selling watered-down products and lies
Industry plants growing tall under artificial skies.
Independent is dangerous? That’s what they teach?
'Cause a free-thinking artist is way out of their reach!
(Facts!)
Bridge
The A&R is not your savior.
The contract is not your safety net.
The streams are rigged.
The playlist is bought.
Wake up!
Take the masters back!
Own the master stack!
Cut the middleman, put the knife in the crack!
Verse 3: The Rebellion
I’d rather have zero advance and a hundred percent
Than a chain round my neck that is paying their rent!
We got the tools now, AI and the distribution
This ain't just music, it’s digital retribution!
Direct to consumer, no suits in the lobby
Making a living, not making a hobby for snobby
Executives sitting in towers of ivory and gold
Sorry, my brother, my spirit cannot be sold!
Keep your marketing budget, I got the streets and the cloud
I’m silent and deadly, you just expensive and loud!
Chorus
They don't want the kitchen, they just want the cake!
They don't wanna build, they just wanna take!
They say they your family, say they your friends
But they vanish as soon as the popularity ends.
Vultures in Versace, snakes in the grass
Smiling in your face while they shattering the glass.
It’s not a partnership, homie, it’s a heist
And your soul is the only thing naming the price!
(Outro)
Deal’s off.
I’m going indie.
Keep the change.