Before I get started, this is what I need to get out/ I have well over 12 different email accounts/ 4 or 5 websites, yeah they’re WordPress who gives a damn?/ I’ve got 7 Twitter accounts and 5 on Instagram/ I’ve got 4 Facebook accounts and that’s that/ Fuck off with your Snapchat/ And truly the internet’s a wondrous place/ Where the information you’re after is just on page/ …So when you sit around with a blunt with your mates/ And say, “do you remember that film with um…whatshisface/ You know the guy who was in the other film, with Ryan McGee?”/ Now you can just sit in silence and go on IMDB/ So why do I need, some wifi, every time that I pee/ So I can whatsapp back to some guys I’ve not seen/ For five weeks cos I’ve been glueing my eyes to a screen/ Sending orders and using Excel to finance my dreams?/ My dream to become…I dunno, self sufficient?!/ The internet’s been the reason I never held positions/ In offices or jobs for more than one or two years/ Cos it allowed me the opportunity to run from my fears:/ I fear getting up early every day I’m alive/ I fear doing things I don’t wanna do, and I’ve tried/ I’m not saying I won’t fight if it’s be snuffed or survive/ But if it doesn’t fit in my plans it can fuck off and die/ I’m lucky my life didn’t collapse, but because of the net/ I found beats and beat making, rap forums and met/ Some like-minded dudes who helped me on the right road/ Sites like Soundclick where I would download/ A load of people’s beats whether they knew or perhaps they didn’t erm…/ It didn’t matter I was never gonna cash in on them/ Important to build and destroy when you’re starting your craft/ Can’t get hung up on the same track when it is crap/ And the net gave me a chance to see what worked and didn’t/ Instead of thinking I was good and was worth a listen/ But look at it now, I’ve gotta say I’m tired of it/ As this album came together I was frightened of it/ Why should I sit, for hours and hours typing some script/ And post it on Facebook and no-one like or commit?/ I can admit I’ve mainly relied on the net for a buzz/ And that means listeners are disconnected from us/ And yes I can push a track fresh and mastered today/ But there’s a million other artists doing exactly the same/ So that personal touch is gone and it’s why I have to hate it/ How do you get music out there when the market’s saturated?/ I’ve done gigs, I’ve done Twitter, I’ve done Instagram/ I’ve done chatting to people after, I’ve done battle of the bands/ I’ve done emailing, releasing each month, releasing weekly/ I’ve done pay up front, pay as you go, even freebies/ But at the end it’s who you know, definitely/ Every success seems to be garnered from celebrities/ Who with an effortless tweet can make you fresh for a week/ Suddenly sell a load of albums cos they mention you. Sweet!/ Or alternatively you got someone on the inside/ So don’t think for a second that with hard work and pride/ That people will take notice you’ve gotta know someone good/ Even if they know someone who knows someone who knows someone, but/ I can guarantee every top artist is big for a reason/ It’s nowt to do with their music, but the company they’re keeping/ Or summat else, they mighta gone viral/ But then UniLad or similar controls my fight for survival/ So to be honest with you, the net has both fed and starved me/ It has everything from kittens and Kevin Hart memes/ To answers to every question I could possibly ask/ The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in my pocket or grasp/ To be fair to it what more could it possibly have?/ But the more I spend time on it the more I want it to crash/ Couldn’t be more thankful for it, saving my time and effort/ Couldn’t hate it more, wasting my life forever/ So, mostly I’d admit: what we know is down to it/ But I’m hoping after this, we can tone it down a bit//