Artists Over Industry

Artists Over Industry - Nose to the Grindstone lyrics

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[Chorus]

Top secret nobody can see, we got secrets nobody believes

Nobody but speech we zone off greez the high off the trees fly like the breeze

The mind is the key, to unlock it, completely off the wall a little out of pocket

nose to the grindstone, lets make a profit, were winnin with this process



[Inkwell the Biologic]

while pickin a pack of blunts to grab

my mind was suddenly stabbed by something utterly sad

kids these days are dying sole fact they wanna be bad

of course they wanna see cash and never wanna be trash

living below the richest class is a contradiction to gettin cash

life is a trip you need to live it fast

forget about constables and hospitals your obstacles are optical

nothing stoppin you, youre unstoppable

propelled by rocket fuel to rocket you to a dollar two

we know you stop to do anything that could possibly profit you

gawk at who doesnt walk like you or talk like you

looks to me we're not at fault like you

prejudging will be the fall of you

you ought not do what you thought to do

cuz I brought a crew who will walk you through

the removal of all facts you thought you knew



[Chorus]

Top secret nobody can see, we got secrets nobody believes

Nobody but speech we zone off greez the high off the trees fly like the breeze

The mind is the key, to unlock it, completely off the wall a little out of pocket

nose to the grindstone, lets make a profit, were winnin with this process



[Windchill]

staring at the sky star gazin

my bars are amazin sicker than sars patients

the hard way is the only way I know

relaxin to a beat, puffin on hydro

and my flow is sometimes hard to decipher

like your brain after slaughtering yeager meister

somebody tame this tiger

lyrical navy sniper I'm crazy brighter than 80 lighters

every page is priceless my mental device is nice

in the midst of hype shit you found a crisis

I'm crowned the nicest walkin the earth

im that strange feeling you get everytime you walk into church

gettin lost in my verse sure i'll wake up soon

blackout in january, wake up june

id dive in my verse but the waters too shallow

admist the sun, I cast two shadows



[Chorus]

Top secret nobody can see, we got secrets nobody believes

Nobody but speech we zone off greez the high off the trees fly like the breeze

The mind is the key, to unlock it, completely off the wall a little out of pocket

 nose to the grindstone, lets make a profit, were winnin with this  process



[Inkwell the Biologic Verse 2]

let me pick up where I left off on the isssue

I think I convinced you that the superficial

is a stupid principle too supercritical

of peoples who dough is minimal

who can't afford a pimpmobile, who livin day to day

with little more than two dimes to pave their way

they slave away to pay their way go to church on sunday

to hear what the savior say hopin that one day

the light will make its way to where they staked their claim

reverse their nuerons infiltrate their brain and take their pain

but until that day when they can finally say

that the work is over and its time for play

they pray thanking whoever for another day of beautiful weather

stay true and try and make day two unusually better

true happiness is in you, not what you do with your chedder

or if you bruise your competitor

quit chasin high priced replacements for spots in your soul that

have always lied vacant, have patience, nah mean..



[Verse 2: Windchill]

I'm only sixteen lines away from being divine/

should I remind even with stilts you guys only knee high/

only moments to reply defy laws of gravity when I speak mine

evil takes over weak minds so we find

no longer on a decline, although its a steep climb

im a close encounter of each kind reflect on my life each and  everytime speech shine

the least I can give is an ounce of my soul

cashing in on my huge mountains of gold

emerged out the cold was seduced by the wind

why do we cry at birth, we're produced from a sin

try to find peace within everbody hates the pain

artists over industry don't mistake the name

unpredictable the same as rain

artists over industry and thats our claim to fame



[Chorus]

Top secret nobody can see, we got secrets nobody believes

Nobody but speech we zone off greez the high off the trees fly like the breeze

The mind is the key, to unlock it, completely off the wall a little out of pocket

nose to the grindstone, lets make a profit, were winnin with this process
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