Ultra - Industry is Wack lyrics

Yeahh 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 LA, 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
And that's that but how could a man just rap
(When the whole fuckin industry is WACK)

Yeah, Kool Keith checkin in
That's right, for you wack 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 OJ 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