Rob Fortune - Industry's Shady lyrics

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Rob Fortune - Industry's Shady lyrics

Vs 1: Industry minded, you've been blinded Looking for a sound like mine you can't find it Even if you find it, industry can't sign it Them contracts are wack, I see in between the lies in it Tired of tyrants hindering our grinding Mahogany desks with leather chairs behind it Deciding designs designed to keep our minds in a bind Where we strive to survive off of consignment I define the fine line inside of the clouds silver lining And the sun when its shining The timing for climbing couldn't be better The forecast calls for the fall of these four giants I remember when there used to be five of them Then came the slingshots literally firing I put goliath into retirement Admire the industry's David, I am him Chs: Vs 2: Got a loaded hunting rifle in a room full of vultures Aiming to the sky while they flying in a circle They running out of time Like a mother f**ing curfew Actions speak louder than the ziggins so talkative Minimal bullets for maximum caucuses (they falling they falling) but we don't give a f** Hog tie em by the neck call it a bad string of luck This is not a duck hunt we will not be contempt Till these vultures feel the full extinction level event This is closer to a witch hunt, come and pitch a tent For this, extravaganza, we may charge a little rent Every cent ever spent on the d**h of innocent Brain cells will be paid back until we are content It's too late to repent, or express your resent Dig a hole in the devils roof, freeze em in cement I Vs 3: Holsters holding dos toaster with another on the shoulder Soldier, my G.I. Joe flow, verse these mother f**ing cobras?!?! No match for the raps that I pack No gats in the acc just a hat to the back, with a With a match and a few sticks of dynamite Set a fire that Scoppetta couldn't fire fight The game needs a facelift I ain't hating on your fame if your famous for saying sh** If you're looking for a change let's embrace it Tie the middle men up, put em in the basement All I need is a pen and a pad and a mic And a beat and a stage or some gra** With a crowd full of soldiers Cause the industry is shady we're about to take it over I Chs: