from a sin try to find peace within everbody hates the pain artists over industry don't mistake the name unpredictable the same as rain artists over industry
mess with broads, that are scandalous All of these haters, envy me Cause they see my face, on BET Me and Kay-K, and Ron G Bout to take over, this industry
me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry [Chorus]
way it use to be Making hits with simple melodies Artists would shine cause of quality When radio ruled the industry Use to be Where superstars were made Now video has taken over
Satan's Jehova I don't even write raps cause the paper would smoulder So the flows are never over till I say that they over [Hook x4] Represent Represent
with a deranged brain I was buildin' the walls of hell way before the flames came And bitches love me with a MAC-11 Tellin' the police sketch artist I
never leaves the premises fully intact I'm the heavy weight, you're the feather A firm grip of the microphone confirms my position As a strong artist
all know they can have it That flash of magic, with an imagination to match it So catch it, it's classic, but it will not be contained In an industry
singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'm a get up in their mental. I'm a work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm
VERSE 1: I'm standing on the edge of the industry Wondering if it's all that important to me To get my records back out there on the streets It ain'
't right, the industry ruined my life I've been black balled like I'm Cuba Gooding Jr's white wife A high price, leave you dead above the waste I'm The Artist
he's got an idea!he's got an idea!) ...somethin special... ...people from all over the county are gonna all be linin' up to come to my store... consumer product rate market salary company industry
truth [J Bizzy] Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two J Bizzy react like, "Who the fuck are you?" Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists
Well, ask yourself a question: Would you tell your future wife that to it, she came second? Break up and find solace in making a slammin' record Knowin' that as an artist
All my rhymes time to sold And find your own Salivate over what I collaborate with high tech wizardry and breathe new life into the industry Save to the
a gat under the seat Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed But little old me with the few facts that I speak The homeland security gaffeled me over seas
is for real DMX: Dog. That's my man and them Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down the industry
McCloud) [Dr. Ama:] Wake up, They looking for Hip and Hop to break up And there's so many ways for me and you to get our cake up Shake up the industry
