[Intro]
The industry's a bunch of f**in' punks!
Here's what they said:
Well, ya know Tech, your drum-n-ba** might not
Go well with uh urban radio, ya know?
And, your orange hair, it's so.. not..
Black, I mean ya know, you understand what I'm sayin'?
[Hook] (x2)
They won't play me on - radio, cuz they be on
Punk sh** daily y'all - industry's a shady one
They won't play me on - radio, cuz they be on
Punk sh** daily y'all - industry's a shady one
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yo.. yo.. check.. check..
Don't nobody wanna deal with a n***a that got it together
For real, and even think his own thoughts
Everybody wanna do what everybody else do
When the "copycat" is what they been taught
I'mma get in the brain of the lame
I contain pain, and I'mma give it to the rap game
The way you're doin' it, the way you're pursuin' it
You're gonna ruin the feelin', it's a goddamn shame
Are you ready for the real? Here we go now
Most on the radio can't flow now
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down
Sound like another Pac or an O-Town
We can't have a contest or a showdown
With two guys got the same kinda flow sound
Tecca Nina; I'm comin' to put the mo' down
Run up in the record label with the fo' pound
Am I too versatile? Cursed to drown in the bowels of the Earth
When I'll be first to growl, and burst out the fouls
Of the original murderous verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one winnin' the race
That's real, I'm speakin' to everyone in the place
I can deal what ya don't like; the drum and the ba**
If you can deal with a motherf**in' gun in your face
I can't get wit it
Record labels in the industry are sick wit it
P.D.'s that really don't know a hit for sh**
Kick the b**h - if you diss my hit, you might get pistol-whipped
Catch him in the hall - hit 'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans, they can get it all
Cuz the industry is punks! - check I'm ready to get crunk
I'm comin to straight dump with a pump!
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
How many 2Pac's and Jay-Z's and Master P's can they conceive?
Don't they know a few Glocks, 380s, and Master Keys'll make 'em bleed?
How you gonna say
Black people won't listen to this and don't listen to that?
Like sayin' a fool can slang 'caine
A fool can g**n but never will get hit with a gat?
You better - get your story straight
Cuz I ain't no devil for real - I'm a rebel for real
That Tech N9ne is on some other level for real
You a pebble to real n***as - songs like "Psycho b**h" and "Real k**a"
"Einstein", "n***as" after mill still-a
The idiots say black folks won't feel us
What you think we dumb?
Do we all gotta run when the heat come?
Showin' original tongue, it'll be fun
But the motherf**ers with the bums and the weak ones
Suge Knight punked the industry quick
That's because most the industry's b**h!
n***a I'm a man, I don't be runnin' from nobody
We deal with the n***as who trippin' and givin' us sh**
Radio won't play the Unk Fay
Thought they wanted rap to advance but they Ont Day
When I die I'mma aunt hay
Every industry's rackin 'em, givin money to the Unk Pay
Tech and Technico, dead peo-ple, involved from K.C. to Mex-i-co
Strapped with that fat Desert Eagle
Run up on the industry and let the heat go!
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
You can look into my E-Y-E's and you can see why these
Motherf**ers don't wanna see my steez
Cuz I'm a k**a with lyricals comin down like miracles and
I come from a kingdom of humble drums and hums become rumbles
I'm the one that begun the unsung
Got sprung, now everyone comin' in bundles
Act like a b**h; treated like a b**h
Act like a chump; treated like a chump
When the funk jump - what ya gonna want?
Ain't gon' want nothin' - in the street punk
You can run but you can't hide from the riot
So you can say that it's dope but I won't buy it
You can think Tech N9ne really won't fly
But I got a k**a ear and a k**a eye
Def Jam take chances; in my opin-ions
They give advances; to the n***as that's really on
Universal, Loud, LaFace - that's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots; most of 'em on some heinous sh**
That other sh**; call your mother, sis, or ya brother b**h
Not no lover licks, packin' black and fat, blubber sh**
Yeah the radio dead! - cuz the industry is punks! (punks!)
Put the double-barrel to his forehead!
[Hook] (x4)