Tech N9ne - F.T.I. 2 lyrics

[Intro] That's why you, you gotta go You gotta f** the industry, you know what I mean Cause the industry's trying to f** you! Hahahaha.... [Hook] They let us in, now they want us out (You better ask somebody) They chasin' fame, they can't figure us out (You better ask somebody) They wanna know what we all about (You better ask somebody) So here we shout, f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (Let 'em know what) f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (Let 'em know what) f** the industry! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] You know what it is, punk Time to get it poppin' and get this b**h crunk Kansas City king, with the Kings Causin' calamity, dammit we bring Heat, with just thee right flume Yes, meet my crew On some F-T-I two n***a we underdoggin', that don't mean we under y'all and On tour like a motherf**er gettin' the dough Everybody know we thunderballin' But the industry's lame Scared of these colors, scared of these brains This f**in' industry is scared of me man Been in this rap game, for nineteen years In nineteen years, it's been a minute, since I've seen tears These frightening fears right here have made me strong as hell Superstar, bring my partners along as well I told y'all, we road hogs f** this industry I fold y'all, with this roll call (Roll call) Loc, Judge, Lou, X, Richter, Pak, Bobby, Tax, and Tech Independent figures cause n***a we vets [Hook] They let us in, now they want us out (You better ask somebody) They chasin' fame, they can't figure us out (You better ask somebody) They wanna know what we all about (You better ask somebody) So here we shout, f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (Let 'em know what) f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (Let 'em know what) f** the industry! [Verse 2: D-Loc] Industry, bunch of punks All these fools, eat 'em up Spit 'em out, on the flo' Let 'em know, we 'bout the flow Hit 'em high, hit 'em low Hit 'em good, here we go Hold 'em down, hurry up Dot his eye, split his lip Put that sh** up We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we're that click b**h And we don't give a f** Now if you wanna see deuce click (? ? ? ? ?) So sit back, relax, shut the f** up, and co*k calhouns [Johnny Richter] Now I'm out to help you understand where the f** I'm comin from It's Johnny Richter, but this weekend, I'm the chosen one And that right there is the reason they pissed I'm eternally rich, besides the fact I'm f**in they b**h Been doin this sh**, for ten years (ten years!) And I'm still here (still here!) Now I ain't goin nowhere, let's make that real clear Tecca Nina and the KMK mob We stay on our job motherf**ers Just check the (?) [Hook] They let us in, now they want us out (you better ask somebody) They chasin' fame, they can't figure us out (you better ask somebody) They wanna know what we all about (you better ask somebody) So here we shout, f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (let 'em know) f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (let 'em know) f** the industry! [Talking] Don't play that game, play your game You know what I'm sayin? f** the industry That's what I say [Verse 3 - Daddy X] You can't believe we got this industry scratchin their domes Packin' shows from coast to coast, every cities our home You better ask somebody, who holds the key And my peace to rock a (?), said I'm X Daddy I'll leave you laid out, played out Reachin' and graspin' Hopin' to get a piece of this here underground action You should get b**h-slapped just for f**in' askin You'll start to burn like a chemical reaction [D-Loc] Double dash, in the s Where the weed, where the hash Light the blunt, feelin' good In the cut, what the f**! Give it up, give it to 'em Set 'em up, roll right through Knock 'em down, pick 'em up Now we know, that's all them hoes [Hook] They let us in, now they want us out (you better ask somebody) They chasin' fame, they can't figure us out (you better ask somebody) They wanna know what we all about (you better ask somebody) So here we shout, f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (let 'em know) f** the industry! f** 'em high, f** 'em hard f** 'em low, show to show, let 'em know (let 'em know) f** the industry! [Verse 4 - Johnny Richter] You see, I don't give a f** about no magazine covers Cause the fans, they love us And my band, well they're just like my brothers from another mother No other way to break it, I'm down For fo' with six KMK members is raised to the crown [Daddy X] (?), put 'em up high Kottonmouth Kings on the track, the greatest rapper alive Tech N9ne with KMK, fool, who'd ya think? You can etch it in a (?) with permanent ink We survivors here, free and clear, not like I need it Just a fat beat, laced right And a blunt to get weeded (Just a fat beat, laced right And a blunt to get weeded)