Slug - Industrial Warfare lyrics

[Verse One: Mr. Gene Poole] My order be, far from chronological You're locked in a psychological cage, rapping for minimum wage Wanna be up in lights and on stage Entertaining big Willy Wonka's, going bonkers in the rain again Very comical like my razor, here comes the pain again Point at drug, yo blame him when sh** gets stolen Straight up, I'm out for delf, if n***as don't feel like rolling Rawhiding it, greasy sliding it, till it's swollen You think it's easy picking up a mic, it is But it's something totally different to be knee deep in the biz If you don't keep your sh** Publishing, man*scripts You get pimped like a b**h MC's get ready for this [Slug] Smile Here comes the picture Click A humble type of brother so don't play me like a vic' I can't relate to the MC's That tempt me With that typical, traditional enemy type of tendencies And I can't deal with your man asking to climb upon the reels Just cause that b**h feels he's real And no, I can't cope with anyone taking it's like a joke Hahahaha Very funny motherf**er now choke [Musab] Pointless Trying to get boisterous, anointed You shouldn't have put your trust on which way the coin flips Who you think you toying with? Did you read the RSC embroidering? On the back of the jackets with the gat clips See we walk around squeezing handguns [?] 'bout to face an outlandish trampling When I'm blasting like a basilisk I'm coming, I'm a catalyst Got me amped up and staggering Did a billion dollars worth of salvaging To the whole music business All copy printed and documented Sent it crumbling down The biggest superstars getting laid off No more free time to play golf [Mr. Gene Poole] Instead of having fun I'd rather clean guns at home You be like "What's up with daddy?" He got a war inside his dome You roam carefully around my territory Or you'll be written up as a victim in another scary story Non fiction Horror depiction Scream, player pain infliction Keen description of pain when one goes against my restriction Feel your mouth numb from drilling into the teeth in my head in this From the smoke, k** you with the leaf, your flows are dead in this World, show no forms of life It's over once I light the stove and warm up my knife You blink twice and know that you dealing with the real thing He snaps and starts tripping, f**ed up off that [?] Angels sing Demon's place bets to see if I sell my soul Pretty soon I'm gonna be like, "Yo, whatever pays checks" Let that brother know everytime he makes a flow That sounds like someone else He's adding cheese to my wealth [Slug] There's no place to hide so I'm walking through the center Right along the median Now see me when I enter I hesitate to lend ya an ear in fear that you would steer It towards the same bullsh** that you kicked last year I sit, sipping on my Listerine Patiently awaiting the downfall of the regime And I ponder through all your time consumption Of mic working, soul searching and find nothing [Musab] The headlines read, "Attack of the lyrical mutants" They loose in the streets under the moonlight Pack your bags, move tonight Cause they a hundred clash strength Got you scared, stripping a** pink [Slug] Grinding up believe Between my crooked wisdom teeth Trying to breathe more thoroughly Officially, from here on It's that one you cheer on Sep Seven, steps to Heaven Taking flight like a peasant Shoot me down, that's the only way to land me k** the fantasy and go visit your family And when that b**h said, b**h said it with a smile Didn't give a second glance at my freestyle, meanwhile...