Key: Gb major
Verse 1
Of hoes who like it rough,
ain't enough till you bleed
They nose read like a flows,
so I don't need no attorney
If the other team council ain't
bouncing on the gurney
Cause yo, not forgetting faces is
for elephants and time wasters
I got rhymes to recollect,
space is a premium
Yo my mind is like
Tokyo
Lost is a dead thought and high
rise burials is all he catchin'
I was there,
seen all they weapons and all the women
They wasn't hardly pimpin',
maybe make believin'
Barely breakin' even, fakin' even
I had them lab rats, heartfelt respect
In my wallet like the cell numbers
of some new
K 'nex
I said, when y 'all sick and tired
of being sick and tired
Just holla at the worst
that happened to these rich liars
Mr.
Industry, the jig is up, the jig is up,
Mr.
Industry, so give it up
You like
Nick or what? I'm like crack or what?
It ain't addin' up, pack it up,
before we start packin' up
Mr.
Industry, the jig is up, the jig is up,
Mr.
Industry, so give it up
You like
Nick or what? I'm like crack or what?
It ain't addin' up, pack it up,
before we start packin' up
When all the style and flow go, I'm like
Edgar
Allan
Poe
But you can subtract a cocaine
habit and add some dope
Producer shoppin' in cologne
on a mobile phone
It's easier, I find, to say, hey,
the globe is home
It's old daddy so badly in need
of a bangin' ass whoopin'
I find this trash industry
But when the cats away, mice get money
Cat come back and mice be right,
sittin' on 20
Shit, it's like that sometimes, baby, pause
I got rhymes all about layin' law
Listen, I can never play
the contract hostage
It's on like
TV, you see me right?
Watch this
I blast master like
K .R. with bigger threats
I give away the whole
album on the internet
It's all promo before I make slave wage
I don't write the grade page for nothing,
I ain't frontin'
Mr.
Industry, the jig is up
The jig is up,
Mr.
Industry, so give it up
You like
Nick or what? I'm like crack or what?
It ain't addin' up, pack it up,
before we start packin' up
Mr.
Industry, the jig is up
The jig is up,
Mr.
Industry, so give it up
You like liquor,
what? I'm like crack or what?
It ain't addin' up, pack it up,
before we start
ain't hard to hide the line at the vibe,
chasin' shrew
I'm a nice dude,
but you got to catch me in the right mood
Malcolm
X, ain't the time
I'm seein' on the really,
rap ain't the grind
But your fight is where it's found,
like anything else
From good money to stomping
grounds in yourself
Cause if I be a whoremonger
or a warmonger
I'm a grown man now,
perpetrate the boy wonder
Now that's a fallacy, and it's about to be a wild
B
D
ass abortion if your brainchild is extortion
Pull the devil right out you quick
fast with the hand of
God
It's gloved up inside a sick wrap,
B
D
and big cash be on my mind like insignia
You try to crack me and
I'ma have to nigger ya
See that's word to all negotiation
How you paying me with dough that you
be making off my own creation?
You
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