Baze - Dissing The Industry lyrics

[Intro: Dialogue from "Money Talks"] "It's like a G dog, on a fly tip, flossing with the p**y "Cutting in the crib - WHAT THE fu*k DOES THAT MEAN?!" [Chris Tucker] "Man I don't wanna have to beat yo' a**" "But I will BEAT, YO', ASS!" [Diabolic] Yeah, uh-huh I double XL and won't read The Source I'd rather leave 'Zino in pieces like a Jesus cross Plain and simple dawg, you're weak and soft Like Lance 'Un' Rivera filling police reports Since Quest told me Rhymefest where "Jesus Walks" Kanye believed I could make demons talk Your opinion about me, better keep it short If I wanted to know what you think, I'd read your thoughts I'll place you next to Angela's debut A biter who sound more like Jay than Jay do I hate this rap sh**, but manage to stay true In a game where cash rules and biting's okay too Remy Martin's a joke, yeah I just said it Quoting Jigga so much, he should get writer's credit At the same time, Jay shines, and takes lines If Frank White's the only one you bite, I say fine He's bigging up his brother, but now he quotes like Big's dead anyways, might as well ghostwrite And that's the reason I got cats believing Ma$e should quit rap and go back to preaching After leaving he'd been gone for years But sounds the same like every Ja Rule song I hear Eminem hailed Mary since 'Pac wrote it Acting hard, pulling a gun that's not loaded So don't bother to ask where the mic is at Cause Ras Ka** will get his license back before you nice in rap Lil' Flip's just marketing and strategy babble Only freestyle champ who never actually battled I know how your manager put you in the mixture Had you hold a fake trophy,and took a few pictures Then Jin got a deal, with no kids to feed Ruff Ryders signed a bigger b**h than Eve "Learn Chinese," I'd rather listen to Shells While his album ain't drop and he sits on the shelf Living in hell, seeking fame and stardom Nah, you from 91st Street, claiming Harlem Jae Millz stay real, but fake in the street Scram must be pissed that he wasted his beat If your j**elry was real I'd be snatching it off Too bad you bought it out the back of The Source But luckily I'm +Making a Band+ cheapskate Like shut the f** up and get Puffy's cheesecake Dylon go making some bold statements 'til I punch his whole face in, and probation Ness talking tough, he playing his own role When Bird chest Frederick had him in a choke hold Fabolous'll choke slow from the stampede So when he "Holla Back," young'n can't breathe Puff's plan B, Lost Ma$e, got Loon The next artist Bad Boy's gonna drop soon How you like it? I stick ya baby ma's woom Pop shrooms in disguise like costumes I do respect Dead Prez, top to bottom But k**ing some white people won't solve the problem Watching Peedi Crakk, y'all don't need me to say He sound like Louisville from O.G.C Andre 3000 yo' sh**'s confusing Only thing Caroline's good for is Distribution Quick conclusion, hear what I'm saying I hope you crash in a ditch yo, I'm not playing Erykah Badu's the Yoko Ono of this rap sh** Makes a good musician turn into a f*ggot Canibus was left battling for food stamps Rap ain't work, so he's hiding out in boot camp New plan, lose fans, smoke a few grams Diss Slim and start a group with that dude Stan Young Buck and Lloyd Banks would have no sales If they ain't s** dick and ride 50's coat tails Mos Def don't rep like rapping for years Two words, quit rap, stick to your actin career I'm laughing at queers like J-Kwon so I strictly Run his pockets while he in the club getting "Tipsy" Slap Nelly quickly, 'til his nose break He'll need a Bandage big enough to cover his whole face I don't hate, this is what the industry wants Diabolic's attempt at a publicity stunt But this is my opinion, so I'm speaking the truth Naming names when you see me in the booth And if I ain't mention you chumps in what I drop Either I like your music, or you s** and I forgot~! Question, are we playing the same game? Y'all beat around the bush, 'Bolic name names I just did my own thing and tried to maintain 'til I realized everything you say's lame Who am I? Diabolic, Foul Play b**h Who am I? The only one who ain't scared to say sh** Who am I? The only one who could get away with Making fun of these clowns and the garbage they spit Back