Ces Cru - Half Empty lyrics

[Verse 1: UBI] I don't listen to this industry stuff Simple and plain son the industry s**s You sign a record deal with some industry schluck They gettin' chased through the club by the industry ducks You mighta, you mighta made a couple industry bucks But the money is dirty, the industry's corrupt f** well, put the industry in a nutshell Industry's whack, nah industry's what sells And people sayin' that the industry gon' die please Bootleg sellin' in the street for five beans 3 for 10, the industry defeat No CD price'll peak, the industry competes Even the people in the industry speak On how the industry is weak, industry beefs Incomplete, industry leaks, the industry broke The industry without hope, the industry's about coke Yo [Hook: UBI] And they ain't givin' me hope, they should speak about soul It should be about flow, industry magazines you can read about clothes Industry's a machine, really be about though Is the gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full [Verse 2: UBI] Or how so So foul, industry's style's old Tryin' to beat Balboa, you been eatin' calzones And if ya, if ya didn't certainly now know When ya step in my dojo ya best bow low Mid west style bro, we're over looked the longest My book's been overcooked so my hook is the strongest You couldn't call it, both eyes just lookin' on it Well put it on sh**, believe me you wouldn't want it At time my method of rhyme is digression Distressin' life in the clutches of my precious Industry raps are ignorant, act vicious What you cookin' in the kitchen is crack And crack attention, industry flow cloaked in coke They tell a tale how they sold they "O" They noses grow, well televised Pinocchio could never tell a lie The industry'll sell a lie to ya but never tell ya why [Hook: UBI] And they ain't givin' me hope, they should speak about soul It should be about flow, industry magazines you can read about clothes Industry's a machine, really be about though Is the gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full The gla** half empty or the gla** half full [Verse 3: UBI] I said a kilogram is a thousand grams Just don't bring that evil sh** around my family Understand, can't stand me, fine and dandy You wanna waste your life on white Guam move to Miami And if you're in the neighborhood don't holler it rains I'mma tell 'em not to give your a** a dollar in change Then packs are like Pac-man, they gobble your brain Change the way you look at life until your logic is stained Or object, findin' someone to buy it, I say that it's all logic As long as it's nobody that's in my clique, you got it Now holler olly oxen free if the only color you could ever cop was green Now that's what's up, cocoa break your pockets clean Havin' choppin' more chips than a slot machine Yo I never mind it when the dealer clock my scene Till I figured out he filled my f**in' block with fiends Ya naw'meen [Hook: UBI]