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ultra - industry is wack lyrics

[intro: tim dog]
yeahhhhh..
i wanna get some sh-t off my chest, sh-t off my chest
i wanna get some sh-t off my chest, sh-t off my chest
i wanna get some sh-t off my chest

[tim dog]
i got this rap sh-t sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
from l.a., all the way to long i
who am i? that motherf-ckin n-gga who be dissin
i be rippin motherf-ckers like i’m eatin on some chicken
finger l!ckin, like i got you out of sylvia’s
copeland’s, roscoe’s, pollo loco
bo-jangles, popeye’s, even kfc
yo mc’s ain’t got no wins when they f-ck with d-o-g
i’m dramatic, emphatic – i’m charismatic
i’m down with my n-ggas (magnetic, magnetic)
my people, keepin it real, f-ckin 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–ss rappers and these punk b-tches gonna get wet up
(word!) runnin round the industry, frontin like they’re jiggy
just because you rap don’t make you a biggie
who is he? some unknown sucka 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-t behind you, word
you got some motherf-ckin nerve
i shoulda left yo’ -ss on the god d-mn curb
but i’mma leave it all the motherf-ckin 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-t went pop (pop)
then you made another then that sh-t had flopped
you deserve exactly what yo’ -ss got, motherf-cker!
tryin to run after the whites
you used to wear timbs, now yo’ -ss is in tights
and every time i see you, all you wanna do is fight
don’t get mad cause my sh-t is right, aight?
i’m a motherf-ckin 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 f-ck am i supposed to do? be-atch!

[hook x2: tim dog and 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-ckin industry is wak!)

[interlude: kool keith]
yeah, kool keith checkin in
that’s right, for you wak motherf-ckers i got to show, sk!ll
tell you like it is, gotta get this sh-t off

[kool keith]
this ain’t the grammy awards, -ss-tight tuxedos
n-ggas are phony, tryin to act like my peoples
tv stars, mariah carey, janet jackson
her brother michael, feelin babies for some r-ct-m action
n-ggas like al green, you can’t trust little richard
little b-tchard
girls today slept with rock hudson
the nba – your favorite ballplayer’s turnin g-y
girls go nut, get attracted havin wild s-x
in big mansions, hollywood’s unsafe s-x
sniffin c0ke, movie stars roll in fly cards
everybody has a card, runs a fake business
i’m that o.j. who gives a f-ck about his case
like madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
you know the industry has already crossed over s-xually
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…

[hook]

[tim dog] word up!

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