Ultra (US) - The Industry Is Wack lyrics

(Intro: Tim Dog) Yeahhhhh.. I wanna get some sh** off my chest, sh** off my chest I wanna get some sh** off my chest, sh** off my chest I wanna get some sh** off my chest (Tim Dog) I got this rap sh** sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky From L.A., all the way to Long I Who am I? That motherf**in n***a who be dissin I be rippin motherf**ers like I'm eatin on some chicken Finger lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo, lo-co Bo-jangles, Popeye's, even KFC Yo MC's ain't got no wins when they f** with D-O-G I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm charismatic I'm down with my n***az (magnetic, magnetic) My people, keepin it real, f**in up your mind Representin to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme SHOWTIME, pump more systems than the Alpine I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my mind (word) My mind's fed up, yo I'm dead up These f*ggot-a** rappers and these punk b**hes gonna get wet up (WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy Just because you rap don't make you a piggy Who is he? Some unknown s**a from the projects Made a few demos, now you think you got it Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?) Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!) Sayin Def Jam's gonna sign you You betta get a job and leave that bullsh** behind you, WORD You got some motherf**in nerve I shoulda left yo' a** on the god damn curb But I'ma leave it all the motherf**in same And focus my attention on those rappers in the game NOW, first you made a jam that's hot (hot) Then you made another then that sh** went pop (pop) Then you made another then that sh** had flopped You deserve exactly what yo' a** got, motherf**er! Tryin to run after the whites You used to wear Timbs, now yo' a** is in tights And every time I see you, all you wanna do is fight Don't get mad cause my sh** is right, aight? I'm a motherf**in man like you You wanna be fake, while I gotta be true (word) You wanna be the next when you shoulda been you Now tell me what the fu*k am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH! (Chorus 2X: Tim Dog) + (Kool Keith) All I wanna do is rap Get some trap, and live life kinda fat, that's that But how could a man just rap (When the whole f**in industry is WAK!) (Interlude: Kool Keith) Yeah, Kool Keith checkin in That's right, for you wak motherf**ers I got to show, SKILL Tell you like it is, gotta get this sh** off (Kool Keith) This ain't the Grammy awards, a**-tight tuxedos n***az are phony, tryin to act like my peoples TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum action n***az like Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.. .. little b**hard Girls today slept with Rock Hudson The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's turnin gay Girls go nut, get attracted havin wild s** In big mansions, Hollywood's unsafe s** Sniffin coke, movie stars roll in fly cards Everybody has a card, runs a fake business I'm that O.J. who gives a f** about his case like Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face You know the industry has already crossed over s**ually A lot of people turned bumblebee Sodom and Gomorr', it's time for information Half of y'all sick sing at the AIDS Foundation I lay it down clown and take your famous queer crown Glamour and famous mixed up, you slept with Rod Stewart Girls get caught, take off they heels for they record deals Did you get the deal b*tch? Got served And you sayyyyyyyyyyy... (Chorus) (Tim Dog) Word up!