Ab-Soul - Jimmy Iovine lyrics

[Hook: 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, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that sh** [Verse 1: Macklemore] If I just went in and stole it, the police would have noticed Gotta be strategic, creep it, go in, leave without motive Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions (millions) Headed in sweating, open that front door "Interscope" printed out right by the entrance Door closes, not a metaphor Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in Dressed in a uniform, acting like a janitor All blue, jumpsuit, rush in Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull Looking in the eyes of the matador ("f** you!") Carrying two 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 d**h that he stops me Heart beating so loud that 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, grabbing the A&R out His chair and I'm taking him hostage I don't give a f**, step into the elevator, press "3" Now I'm headed up ("Heist!") What they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm f**ing desperate Stuck in this recession, now what you think 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 [Hook: 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, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that sh** [Verse 2: Macklemore] I made it past security, the secretary, the cubicles 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 soph*mores 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 yeah, 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" ("Heist!") 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, it's so impressive, and 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 twenty, booking agent gets ten So sh**, after taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split! That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse No one will give you a better offer than us" "Mm-hm," I replied, "I appreciate the offer Thought that this is what I wanted Rather be a starving artist Than succeed at getting f**ed"