Tech N9ne - F.T.I. 2.0 lyrics

[Intro] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha When the monster you created Comes back to bite you in the a** Ha, ha, ha [Verse 1] What I'm saying is disclosure (What?) Y’all are stupid, you get shoulder (Ha) 'Cause your plan was to get over (Whoop whoop whoop) Since the days of Victrola All the years of straight lies and deprivin' Now I’m pushin' to take a dive and connivin' We should never hear any cries from the guys When independents we risin', high steady survivin' Never ever had an artist wanna spray us 'Cause when they do the f**in' work, they know we pay up And I see the labels getting set to bust 'Cause them people wanna bypa** them and come direct to us I mean those with no major, mo’ ways to grow paper For the little mane, they cut out the middle gang Now you gotta threaten ’em, tell 'em you’ll pull your catalog We ain't gotta do that at all, we say, "Ain't that a hog?" f** the [Pre-Chorus] Industry, menace, remember me Finish these sinners, replenish me Slim if he grim and see clemency In the seat, chin then need dentistry [Chorus] We don't sob when you suffer (Nah) We say haha motherf**er (Haha motherf**er) On god when they snuff ya I stand, right hand, middle finger, f** ya [Verse 2] You in trouble now, we that bubble sound Your record label better get with it or then it’s Hubble bound I mean to rebel now, so many befuddled clowns in the industry Then it's me, leaving 'em with muddled frowns You've been greedy so believe me Your thievery will indeed hit you right where your cheese be For years you been dumb and hold the juice But it's over now, the chickens are coming home to roost Get a little stupid, get, get a little stupid I mean get a lotta stupid 'cause y'all dishonor the music That's why we celebratin' artists cooled as Christmas 'Cause we know without no artists, ain't no music business n***a f** the [Pre-Chorus] Industry, menace, remember me Finish these sinners, replenish me Slim if he grim and see clemency In the seat, chin then need dentistry [Chorus] We don't sob when you suffer (Nah) We say haha motherf**er (Haha motherf**er) On god when they snuff ya I stand, right hand, middle finger, f** ya [Verse 3] This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more f**ing Grammys Family never see you smile again (Yeah) This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (Whoop) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more f**ing Grammy's Family never see you smile again (b**h) This is what will happen when you foul on me (Yeah) Missiles coming at you like the Taliban (What) Play me then you turn me to a malice man No more f**ing Grammy's Family never see you smile again [Outro] You used our music to get a quick check But you've created something you'll definitely regret We are the new music business, it goes the f** up Strange Music! Tech N9ne! f** the industry, independents We enemies to them and he that's blind The champ is here, the champ is here, the champ is here The champ is near