[Intro]
Yea, (another gutter...) you know we had to do it this time baby! Nah-mean?
My n***a D, we walk through the motherf**ing' doors
Of the industry together baby! Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth)
You gave that sh** dog, Ya know what I'm sayin?
Me like yo, go hard on these n***as baby, Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth)
Go hard just let n***as know
What the f** is really going on
Now that's what the f** I did! Aight!
Arf, Arf. What!
[Verse 1]
The industry; man its not the same
The industry; its not a f**ing game
The industry; real n***as is dying to get in
The industry; just define they don't fit in
The industry; ain't what it used to be
The industry; trying to control the way you MC
They want you to dress like that this and talk like that
But I'm gon' dress like this and talk with the gat
The industry; got y'all word meaning nothing
The industry; f** what you heard cause he's bluffing
The industry; money, b**hes, hate
But I dare you to try to take a f**ing thing off my plate
The industry like "Wait!", but in the streets we like "Get 'em"
Set 'em teed up in that thing, catch 'em sleeping and hit 'em
And Ima pop whoever with 'em, the coroner is coming to get 'em
Industry n***as, so that's how I did 'em
[Hook]
The industry; mad n***as is full of sh**
The industry; mad n***as is s**ing dick
The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game
The industry; don't mention my f**ing name
The industry; mad n***as is full of sh**
The industry; mad n***as is s**ing dick
The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game
The industry; don't mention my f**ing name, n***a
[Verse 2]
The Industry; if you ain't got a strong mind
The industry; you ain't get down its a matter of time
The industry; vultures with nothing to feast on
The industry; see me I'm getting my beast on
The industry; staying in the dirt, playing in the dirt
Touch the wrong one in the industry and you will get hurt
I'm not an industry artist, I'm an artist in the industry
That's why you what the f** I want, cause nobody can finish me
The industry; wanted dead or alive
New artist to sell they souls, the way they survive
The industry don't give a f** about you
But the industry couldn't make a dime without you
The industry; I'm sick of this industry sh**
The industry; playing you like a industry b**h
They try to finish me quick but I am on, so I stand strong
f** the beat, listen to the words of the damn song
[Hook]
[Outro (over hook)]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (2X)
sh** is crazy yo
They loaning you money to make a album
You pay 'em back the money, they still on the album
What part of the game is that? (I tell you the truth, I don't lie)
You write your own sh**, but they hold on to your sh**
What part of the game is that?
(I don't try to hurt nobody, I mind my business)
You know what, the average n***a makes like
(All these industry n***as could s** a f**ing dick!!)
Twenty-six cents over a motherf**ing record
We need a motherf**ing union baby!!!
[Outro from performance on Def Poetry Jam]
Often, my words fall on deaf ears
Motherf**ers be listenin' but don't hear
Talkin' to 'em and they be sittin' right here
I be like "Where you goin'!?", n***a be like "Yeah"