Lyrics:

[talking]

The industry's a bunch of fuckin punks!!

Here's what they said...



Well, yaknow Tech, your drum-n-bass might not

go well with uh urban radio, yaknow?

And, your orange hair, it's so.. not..

black, I mean yaknow, you understand what I'm sayin?



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They won't play me on - radio, cuz they be on

Punk shit daily y'all - industry's a shady one

They won't play me on - radio, cuz they be on

Punk shit daily y'all - industry's a shady one



[Verse One: Tech]

Yo.. yo.. check.. check..

Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together

for real, and even think his own thoughts

Everybody wanna do what everybody else do,

when the 'copycat' is what they been taught

I'ma get in the brain of the lame

I contain pain, and I'ma give it to the rap game

The way you're doin it, the way you're pursuin it

you're gonna ruin the feelin, it's a goddamn shame

Are you ready for the real? Here we go now

Most on the radio can't flow now

Everyday I gotta cut the radio down

Sound like another Pac or an O-Town

We can't have a contest or a showdown

With two guys got the same kinda flow sound

Tecca Nina; I'm comin to put the mo' down

Run up in the record label with the fo' pound

Am I too versatile? Cursed to drown in the bowels of the Earth

When I'll be first to growl, and burst out the fouls

of the original murderous verse out the mouth

Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one winnin the race

That's real, I'm speakin to everyone in the place

I can deal what ya don't like; the drum and the bass

If you can deal with a motherfuckin gun in your face

I can't get wit it

Record labels in the industry are sick wit it

P.D.'s that really don't know a hit for shit

Kick the bitch - if you diss my hit, you might get pistol-whipped

Catch him in the hall - hit 'em in the jaw

Give it to the fans, they can get it all

Cuz the industry is punks! - check I'm ready to get crunk

I'm comin to straight dump with a pump!



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[Verse Two: Tech]

How many Tupac's and Jay-Z's and Master P's can they conceive?

Cuz they know a few glocks, three 18's, and master keys'll make 'em bleed

How you gonna say

black people won't listen to this and don't listen to that?

Like sayin a fool can slang 'caine,

a fool can gangbang but never will get hit with a gat?

You better - get your story straight

Cuz I ain't no devil for real - I'm a rebel for real

That Tech N9ne is on some other level for real

You a pebble to real niggaz - songs like 'Pyscho Bitch' and 'Real Killa'

'Einstein', 'Niggaz' after mill still-a

The idiots say black folks won't feel us

What you think we dumb?

Do we all gotta run when the heat come?

Showin original tongue, it'll be fun

but the motherfuckers with the bums and the weak ones

Suge Knight punked the industry quick

That's because most the industry's bitch!

Nigga I'm a man, I don't be runnin from nobody

We deal with the niggaz who trippin and givin us shit

Radio won't play the old fame

thought they wanted rap to advance but they all gay

Wanna die in my aunt's hate

Every industry's rackin 'em, givin money to the un-paid

Tech and Technico, dead peo-ple, involved from K.C. to Mex-i-co

Strapped with that fat Desert Eagle

Run up on the industry and let the heat go!



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[Verse Three: Tech]

You can look into my E-Y-E's and you can see why these

motherfuckers don't wanna see my steez

Cuz I'm a killa with lyricals comin down like miracles and

I come from a kingdom of humble drums and hums become rumbles

I'm the one that begun the unsung

Got sprung, now everyone comin in bundles

Act like a bitch; treated like a bitch

Act like a chump; treated like a chump

When the funk jump - what ya gonna want?

Ain't gon' want nothin - in the street punk

You can run but you can't hide from the riot

So you can say that it's dope but I won't buy it

You can think Tech N9ne really won't fly

But I got a killa ear and a killa eye

Def Jam take chances; in my opin-ions

They give advances; to the niggaz that's really on

Universal, Loud, LaFace- that's some of my favorites

But the ones who call the shots; most of 'em on some heinous shit

That other shit; call your mother, sis, or ya brother bitch

Not no lover licks, packin black and fat, blubber shit

Yeah the radio dead! - cuz the industry is punks! (punks!)

Put the double-barrel to his forehead!!



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