Lowkey - Letter To The Industry lyrics

A toast to independence Feeling like a rebel with a cause A blackball outcast I'm settling the scores My platform will outlast When it's said and done no one can say they made me blow Got a buzz and a crazy flow The radio won't play me though Industry support can't buy you a fan base A fan base can force the industry to join your campaign You don't have to do what they told you to do You don't have to cross over to them The industry will cross over to you These other brothers bending over backwards to sell out And still flopped, you should have known to stop if you fell down I represent for the heaven sent and the hell bound My tunes bang from refugee camps to the jail house My body's trapped and my phones probably tapped But I feel free, I'm somebody even if nobody's k**ed me Stop fronting you know I got nothing to prove to you I been around long enough to clearly see who is who An independent artist Making independent music With my independent label Moving independent units I'm a force to be recond with Of course, he's competitive Can't understand my struggle So they call me a terrorist In the present tense, I'm without presidence I rep for Arabs, Asians, Africans and South Americans Theres any old lies in a stereotype I'm young in the heart with a very old mind And I ain't got time for pit stops I couldn't give a monkey's about your ride or wristwatch I hear your favourite rap [?] in the rhymes you ripped off Live my gigs got the vibe of slick not Do not lie I'm top 5 Grime or Hip Hop And that's world wide Dead or Alive Certified No word of a lie I'm destined to rise Perceptive and wise Never let them tell you what you can or can't do Who are they to know what's best if they aren't you Punks and clowns told me dumb it down I'm too political They wonder how I spund it round Stupid superficial fools I'd still be me even if no one bought my CD's And no one came to my shows and I was never on the T.V If I was just a guy with a pen and a pad I'd never relax Go through hell and back to tell them the facts With several tracks, I could make a fat best of to Loiterers I'm still poisonous like aspestoz Behind the bars, lines so hard could smash heads off My minds dark, rhymes so sharp Could stab hedgehogs Sleep isn't coming in My people are suffering You got beef with each other I got beef with the government They thought I was dead but I came right back The rumours ain't quite facts I make the great vine snap Till the day, I crack You won't escape my raps So text your favourite DJ and tell him play my track