Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Industry Is Wack, artist - Ultra. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
The Industry Is Wack |
| Yeahhhhh. |
| I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest |
| I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest |
| I wanna get some shit off my chest |
| I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky |
| From L.A., all the way to Long I |
| Who am I? |
| That motherfuckin nigga who be dissin |
| I be rippin motherfuckers like I’m eatin on some chicken |
| Finger lickin, 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 fuck with D-O-G |
| I’m dramatic, emphatic — I’m charismatic |
| I’m down with my niggas (magnetic, magnetic) |
| My people, keepin it real, fuckin 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 faggot-ass rappers and these punk bitches 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 bullshit behind you, word |
| You got some motherfuckin nerve |
| I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn curb |
| But I’mma leave it all the motherfuckin 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 shit went pop (pop) |
| Then you made another then that shit had flopped |
| You deserve exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker! |
| Tryin to run after the whites |
| You used to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights |
| And every time I see you, all you wanna do is fight |
| Don’t get mad cause my shit is right, aight? |
| I’m a motherfuckin 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 FUCK am I supposed to do? |
| BE-ATCH! |
| 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 fuckin industry is WAK!) |
| Yeah, Kool Keith checkin in |
| That’s right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show, SKILL |
| Tell you like it is, gotta get this shit off |
| This ain’t the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos |
| Niggas are phony, tryin to act like my peoples |
| TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson |
| Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum action |
| Niggas like Al Green, you can’t trust Little Richard |
| Little bitchard |
| Girls today slept with Rock Hudson |
| The NBA — your favorite ballplayer’s turnin gay |
| Girls go nut, get attracted havin wild sex |
| In big mansions, Hollywood’s unsafe sex |
| Sniffin coke, movie stars roll in fly cards |
| Everybody has a card, runs a fake business |
| I’m that O.J. |
| who gives a fuck about his case |
| Like Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face |
| You know the industry has already crossed over sexually |
| 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 bitch? |
| Got served |
| And you sayyyyyyyyyyy… |
| Word up! |