Industry Is Wack Lyrics - Big Time - Ultra

(Intro: Tim Dog) 

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 

(Tim Dog) 

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, lo-co 

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 niggaz (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 piggy 

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'ma 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! 

(Chorus 2X: Tim Dog) + (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 fuckin industry is WAK!) 

(Interlude: Kool Keith) 

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 

(Kool Keith) 

This ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos 

Niggaz are phony, tryin to act like my peoples 

TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson 

Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum action 

Niggaz 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... 

(Chorus) 

(Tim Dog) Word up!