Hands Off the Fader [Intro] [Filtered kick drum and a single, repeating vocal sample: (Hands... off...)] [Spoken word, cool and direct] Listen. This is a transaction. Not a donation. [Verse 1] You're in the club, thinking you're the man With my un-released track in your master plan You didn't pay a dime, you didn't ask for rights Just another thief in the neon lights This beat is my property, this hook is my land And you're trespassing, do you understand? [Chorus] Stop mixing my song, get your hands off the fader! Pay for my song, or you'll meet your maker! Sign me or leave me, make a choice right now My song is my labour, and I'll take a bow My sweat and my identity, that's the fee You want this heat? Then you gotta pay me! [Post-Chorus] [Instrumental and vocal display: Bouncy synth stabs, filtered vocal loop] Pay-me, pay-me, pay-me now! (Hands off the fader!) Pay-me, pay-me, pay-me now! (Show me how!) [Verse 2] You think it's just a banger, a tool for your set A little something to get the crowd wet But this is my diary, my blood, and my bone A frequency that's mine and mine alone So don't you manipulate, don't you compress My entire life's worth of stress. [Breakdown] [Beat strips back to just the bouncy bassline and a sharp clap] [Vocal display: Rhythmic, spoken-word] My song. My sweat. My identity. You bet. My song. My sweat. Your greatest threat. [Final Chorus] [Full, explosive production, more intense] Stop mixing my song, get your hands off the fader! Pay for my song, or you'll meet your maker! Sign me or leave me, make a choice right now My song is my labour, and I'll take a bow My sweat and my identity, that's the fee You want this heat? Then you gotta pay me! [Outro] [Bouncy bassline continues, filtered] [Spoken word, fading out] The invoice is in the mail. (Hands off the fader.) Respect the prompt artist
