Denace - The Industry lyrics

[Intro] Haha, yeah-yeah, you my friend, right? (Yo) my a** f** outta here [Verse] Homie, act like you know me I smell a rat from a mile away And the stench goes for miles a day These blood s**ing motherf**ers want my pay And once that's gone they'll be gone and on their way They don't give a damn about you homie This industry a bunch of phonies, the spotlight is lonely Take it from me, all theses snakes in the trees handing you shiny apples to eat in exchange for your soul Now they got control, got you on a string, got you doing things you wouldn't dream to think God damn, they make this sh** seem sweet till you sign the piece of paper with the fine print you didn't read, then you s** till your contract is up If they tell you to jump, you jump Now cluck like a duck Simon says shave your nuts You a Robot programmed to do what they want, so you do it You got a brain but you can't use it You got a mouth but you can't move it You can't do sh** unless they give you a go and no means no So don't go and act like you know cause you don't And every line that you cross you will get fined and you will pay the cost [Hook] Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me [2nd verse] Grab the pen and sign above the dotted line Who cares what it say? It's a label, hey? You may never come a cross, ain't no promised second chance If you let this slip then you must be the dumbest a** I will take advantage of anything that pa**es me No matter what they label be that's asking it ''go package me'' You can dress me up and put my a** on mtv I can be the puppet on the string, I can do anything I can sell you millions, I'm just playing brilliant, haven't signed the deal yet Why don't you feel this realest, lyricist? I haven't been k**ed yet Maybe that's why I'm still nameless, I'm not famous I'm still shopping the bailiffs, busting my a** for these checks that don't pay sh** Okay, fine then next time I'll rhyme about nonsense in a clown suite I'll probably get signed then [Hook] Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me [3rd Verse] Your fake as your friend They'll shake on your hand, smile in your face and flash a couple grand And now your lowered in, you don't got time to think Sometimes it's murder when the paper touches ink Which means read the fine print inbetween the lines with a magnify gla** cause they love to hide sh** You get your advance so you think your money is rising You get your royalty check and damn it, it's surprising that every unit that you sell your getting bout five cents It's all politricks as you heard I heard the sirens They take full advantage of your kindness Trust me, a bunch of pushes working around the clock Searching for ways to make money off you, so don't make mistakes, they will double cross you The tricks of this trade learn quick or for the rest of your career your be s**ing their dick [Hook] Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me Labels off me, industry's off me, fables on me Gotta get em off me Contrasts off me, Yes men off me, All rats on me Gotta get em off me