Tech N9ne – The Industry Is Punks lyrics

[Intro:]
The industry's a bunch of fuckin punks...
Here's what they said...
Well, you know Tech, your drum-n-bass might not go well with, uh
Urban radio, you know.
And, your orange hair is so... Not... Black, I mean you know.
You understand what I'm sayin?

[Chorus][4X]
He won't play me on radio,
Cause they be on punk shit daily on.
Industry's a shady one.

[Tech N9ne]
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 doin.
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 it, villian 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.
You can't have a contest or a showdown.
When two cats got the same kinda flow sound.
Tecca Nina, I'm comin to put the mo down.
Run up in the record label with the four pound.
Am I too versatile?
Cursed to drown in the bowels of the Earth.
Man 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 runnin the race.
That's real, I'm speakin to everyone in the place.
I can deal with you don't like the drum and the bass.
If you can deal with a muthafuckin gun in your face.
I can't get wit it, record labels in the industry are sick wit it.
P. D. 's, some 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.
Cause the industry is punks!
Tech I'm ready to get crunk, I'm comin to straight dump with a pump!

[Chorus][4X]
He won't play me on radio,
Cause they be on punk shit daily on.
Industry's a shady one.

[Tech N9ne]
How many Tupac's and Jay-Z's and Master P's can they conceive?
Don't they know a few glocs,. 380's, and master keys will 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.
Cause 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", nigga that's a mill stealer.
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 muthafuckas want 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 unk fay.
Thought they wanted rap to advance.
But they on't-day, when I die imma aunt-hay.
Every industry's faggot who givin money to a unk-pay.
Tech and Tekneko, get people involved from K. C. To Mexico.
Strapped with that fat Desert Eagle.
Run up on the industry and let the heat go.

[Chorus][4X]
He won't play me on radio,
Cause they be on punk shit daily on.
Industry's a shady one.

[Tech N9ne]
You can look into my e-y-e's,
And you can see why these muthafuckas don't wanna see my steez.
Cause I'm a killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles.
And I come from the kingdom of humble drums,
And hums become rumbles.
I'm the one that begun the gun tongue, get 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 jumps, what you gonna want?
Ain't gonna want nothin, industry punk.
You can run but you can't hide from the ride.
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 opinion.
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 hater shit.
That other shit for your mother, sis, or your brother bitch.
Not no lover licks, packin blackened fat and blubber shit.
Yeah the radio dead.
Cause the industry is punks! (punks!)
Put the double barrel to it's forehead.

[Chorus][8X]
He won't play me on radio,
Cause they be on punk shit daily on.
Industry's a shady one.

[Outro:]
Now that's Absolute Power, bitch.
That's real shit.
We aint kissin no muthafuckin ass to be accepted.
Open your mind muthafuckas.
Here's some new shit, you know what I'm sizzlin.
Tech N9ne!