Rubonyx - The Industry Is Punks lyrics

[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)