Cormega - Industry lyrics
[Cormega - Industry lyrics]
The artist is the most important person
You are the feature people listen to you
They don't listen to their preachers
Exaggerated tales of hustlin'
We quick to pass judgment
And fail our brothers
Instead of talkin' 'bout Lauryn Hill
Talk about Lauryn's skill
Truth be told there may never
Be a girl as ill
Don't gossip 'bout Dame Dash
Give props to Dame hand
For the rise of Jay and for signin' Kanye
Man (you know what I'm sayin'?)
Niggas is crazy that's why
We ain't got shit
Rappers hate each other not the
Labels that got rich
Don't care about culture they
Only want profit
If your album sells slow bet
You get dropped quick
Q Tip warned us the industry's toxic
For reference check out BDP
- Sex and Violence (brrrrrah)
Styles made I Get High
It was playin' all day
When Styles made I'm Black
It didn't get enough play (WORD)
I guess they got a
Problem with anything positive
Doesn't make sense if it
Doesn't bring dollars in
Those that managed us
Those that were our agents
Those that were our accountants
Those that were the records executives
Those that were the owners
Of the record label
You never got true accounting for
Nothing that you did
What's the difference between a
Label and pimpin'? You sell yourself
They tell you how to spend it
Ho ass niggas slow down, listen
Pimps prey on minds with no ambition
They keep you fly image is promotion
They keep you high, so a nigga isn't focused
You livin' in a moment, feeling yourself
They livin' in plush homes
What’s really success?
And what's swag? I don't care how you dress
Or what you drive
I want rhymes that really impress
You say it's all about money
Do you even invest?
Any time in your rhymes, let me guess
You so nice you don't write
It just comes to you
'Cause you the shit nah, you just doo doo
I'll lyrically abuse any rapper
Who choose to
Step to me, I will bring it right to you!
Who do you think you are?
To them you are nothing but a piece of meat
And you are only as valuable
As your last hit song
And when you make no more hit songs
Nobody cares for you no more
Men lie, women lie, numbers can be altered
To look high
Shareholders hate takin' losses
This is business
They don't care about your lyrics
The better you sell
The better future for their children
Controversy sells so they support conflict
Makes more progress means more profit
And artists get killed they say they so sorry
Meanwhile they tell you the date
Of his next project
What a life, death made it more profit
Record companies get paid for your drama
And Beef DVD is on BET
So every artist who was on
It was beefin' for free
While the royalties are going to QD3
He Quincy Jones son, what he know about beef?
No disrespect intended, I know he got beats
But it's deep how the rich
Get paid off our grief
And every one of our great
Artists they die with nothing
And the record company executives were rich
Sending their kids to college
You’re not stupid you are brilliant
But the question is: can you put
Your brilliance in a song?
Can you put the conditions of the world in a
Song and inspire young people
All over the world?