Roc Marciano - Industry (Deluxe Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Nowadays everybody try'na get on They don't wanna put in work, they just ridin' along Pretty ho in the videos, thighs and a thong A few views on YouTube, but who's buyin' the song? WorldStar don't give a f** how your body the verse They'll desecrate your mixtape, so Connie can twerk With your three-sixty deal, boy, you're probably a jerk On Molly, while he profit off your body at work Public Enemy told me, "Don't believe the hype" I strive to be the type to fight to lead them right From the brainwash, same songs daily that they playin' And if you disagree with the ma**, then you're hatin' When did conscious rap become corny? Why should I let the corporates defy me? Radio s**ers never play me But that's the HI 5@9, that sh** is crazy [Verse 2: Cormega] I feel alone in a room full of people My body of work is food for these leeches The Devil's a lie, illusions deceive you We'll never find truth 'til you seek it When you're real, they look for your weakness When you're fake, money won't change this They blacklisted my name in the majors Now I'm independent, reachin' new heights, thank you Success is in the eye of the beholder And never worth the price your soul cost How did something so right go so wrong? The rules were more clear when I sold raw Taught not to sleep, but I dozed off And woke up with dough gone, it's my own fault I should have known better, he showed flaws He had something up his sleeve and his nose, uh [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Came up in the game as a young buck Put the crack down, put the guns up Uh, funny I ain't even want much When your money funny, then the fun's up Sign a deal with your funds up In the lab 'til the sun's up 'Til the label give you thumbs up Put the ones up, dumb it down, turn the drums up But that ain't where you come from Our role-model sold bottles f** (?), n***a livin' like it's no tomorrow These rappers don't own sh**, they Borrow Frontin' with a mortgage and car note Promote lust over substance Grown man in a dress lookin' suspect Uh, shawty used to want a rough neck Thug n***a like baby, where the love at? [Verse 4: Sadat X] Now, this industry'll smash you Go right past you What's good today, my n***a? How you gon' live when it's only gettin' bigger? And the rage it bring out that n***a But you tame that Fall back if you got two-syndrome Cause there is a way to get income You work well with people, you're social You're up on technology, the change in ecology You can't lose quality cause then you're gone Now, it's f** the industry and all that misery Don't bring that to me, my situation growin' I'm still here, I found a way to keep it goin' When you hit the continents enough You know where bread at And you know where you're dead at Understand that, you can paint the picture But you've got to have something with you And an image that finish you [Verse 5: Lord Jamar] They got you livin' like a f**in' trick s**in' on the devil's dick Stuck at the level of a b**h While those pimps get rich Kept in tight situations like tight clothes The cold night froze all a**ets LPs and ca**ettes, CDs and MP3s Three bank accounts seized All because them pimps wasn't pleased Hit you with small amounts, no more than 5 G's Knowing damn well you can't survive without cheese Coming live and direct from the den of thieves Where n***as die for respect like the Genovese crime families It's time we start studying degrees Take apart all the fallacies Pimp slapped by reality Solicitation of my Nation for a salary Conversation travels through the galaxies Like shooting stars, introducing Lord Jamar The Black Man is Allah, understand who you are!