[Verse 1]
Twenty thousand channels glowing on the screen,
A hundred thousand movies, tell me what does that mean?
Sports from every corner, Hollywood on demand,
All for fifty dollars — now help me understand.

They tell the room it’s licensed, they tell the room it’s clean,
They flash another presentation, polished and pristine.
But I’ve investigated enough of these to recognise the dance,
When somebody asks for evidence — just give them another chance.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t need another Zoom call,
I don’t need another claim.
Give me something I can verify,
Give me the rights-holder’s name.

[Chorus]
Show me the licence!
Show me who signed!
Show me the paper trail
That says everything is fine.
You can call me a hater,
You can tell me I’m wrong,
But shouting “one hundred percent licensed”
Doesn’t make the evidence strong.

Show me the licence!
That’s all you have to do.
If NovaCast is everything you say it is,
Then prove that it is true.

[Verse 2]
Ten levels underneath you, commissions down the line,
Affiliates promoting what they’re told is doing fine.
They say, “We’re only customers,” then “We only make a sale,”
But every presentation leaves another digital trail.

I watched the meetings happen, I listened to the pitch,
I watched the conversation when the questions hit a hitch.
Who supplies the IPTV? Who authorised the feed?
Those aren’t hostile questions — that is basic due diligence you need.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t tell me who you trust,
Don’t tell me who you know.
When you’re selling someone else’s movies,
There’s somewhere those rights should show.

[Chorus]
Show me the licence!
Show me who signed!
Show me the paper trail
That says everything is fine.
You can call me a hater,
You can tell me I’m wrong,
But shouting “one hundred percent licensed”
Doesn’t make the evidence strong.

Show me the licence!
Put the paperwork in view.
One independently verifiable agreement —
That’s all I’m asking you.

[Verse 3]
Then came the affiliate database, sitting on the open web,
Names and contact details caught inside the spider’s web.
Suddenly the questions changed from what the service sold,
To who had found the information they themselves had made public.

“Block him, report him, ignore him,” came the message from inside,
While the bigger licensing questions were conveniently pushed aside.
You can shoot at the messenger and rally up the crowd,
But unanswered questions don’t disappear because you shout loud.

[Bridge]
A legal opinion isn’t a licence.
An affiliate promise isn’t proof.
A company registration doesn’t tell me
Who authorised the movies on your roof.

And if the lawyer’s name is being used,
Then let the lawyer speak.
If the rights are real, identify them —
That’s the evidence I seek.

[Breakdown]
Netflix?
Show me the licence.

HBO?
Show me the licence.

Paramount?
Show me the licence.

Major sports?
Show me the licence.

Twenty thousand channels?
Show me where the rights came from.

[Final Chorus]
SHOW ME THE LICENCE!
Show me who signed!
Show me something independently
Anyone can verify.
Don’t hide behind your affiliates,
Don’t hide behind your crew,
If you’re asking ordinary people
To promote this thing for you.

SHOW ME THE LICENCE!
Until then the questions stay.
Because evidence beats marketing
Every single damn day.

[Outro]
I’m not asking you to trust me.
I’m asking you to check.
Follow the documents.
Follow the money.
Follow the network.

And before you sell another subscription...

Show me the licence.

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