"Industry's Shady is one of those songs that wrote itself. Once I got the beat from my producer, I wasn't really concerned about what to speak on as much as I was concerned about not sounding too much like a bitter emcee. I don't think there is anything cool about that at all."
lyrics
Vs 1: Industry minded, you've been blinded,
looking for a sound like mine you can't find it,
even if you find it, industry can't sign it,
them contracts are wack, I see in between the lies in it.
Tired of tyrants hindering our grinding,
mahogany desks with leather chairs behind it,
deciding designs designed to keep our minds in a bind
where we strive to survive off of consignment.
I define the fine line inside of the clouds silver lining,
and the sun when its shining
the timing for climbing couldn't be better,
the forecast calls for the fall of these four giants.
I remember when there used to be five of them
then came the slingshots literally firing,
I put goliath into retirement,
admire the industry’s David, I am him
Chs:
Vs 2: Got a loaded hunting rifle in a room full of vultures,
aiming to the sky while they flying in a circle,
they running out of time
like a mother fucking curfew.
Actions speak louder than the ziggins so talkative,
minimal bullets for maximum caucuses,
(they falling they falling) but we don't give a fuck
hog tie em by the neck call it a bad string of luck.
This is not a duck hunt we will not be contempt
till these vultures feel the full extinction level event,
this is closer to a witch hunt, come and pitch a tent
for this, extravaganza, we may charge a little rent.
Every cent ever spent on the death of innocent,
brain cells will be paid back until we are content,
it’s too late to repent, or express your resent,
dig a hole in the devils roof, freeze em in cement I
Vs 3: Holsters holding dos toaster with another on the shoulder
soldier, my G.I. Joe flow, verse these mother fucking cobras?!?!
No match for the raps that I pack,
no gats in the acc just a hat to the back, with a
with a match and a few sticks of dynamite
set a fire that Scoppetta couldn't fire fight.
The game needs a facelift
I aint hating on your fame if your famous for saying shit
If you're looking for a change let's embrace it,
tie the middle men up, put em in the basement.
All I need is a pen and a pad and a mic
and a beat and a stage or some grass
with a crowd full of soldiers
cause the industry is shady we're about to take it over I.
credits
from The Bandwagon: Director's Cut,
released October 27, 2010
-Written by J Gantt
-Produced by Fortune for Holla Fortune
James “SoSoon” Gantt - a New York City Hip-Hop artist, producer, scholar and educator. The moniker SoSoon, an acronym for
Sound Of Something Out Of Nothing represents the heart of Hip-Hop culture, which was developed by people who lacked access to outlets for creative expression.
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