Yeah

"Industry Shakedown"

I call this one

The Industry Shakedown

Word up

Uh huh

"Industry Shakedown"

Now the reason I call it... the Industry Shakedown

Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up

"Word up, Industry Shakedown"

Now what I mean by fucked up is

They don't wanna see the game played right

"Word up, word up"

So me and my nigga Pete Rock 

gon show y'all how to play the game right

"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"

"Word up, word up"

Word up, word up"



[Verse 1]

Uh, uh

I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot

Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got

Without crying, took mad shots without dying

Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin

Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand

That would make me the most feared lyrical man

Ask Tone how it feel not to be able to sleep

I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat

I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal

Now he played this money game called hand, reversal

I remember when I thought that I could rock at Def Jam

While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam

I remember when I stepped to Lyor, I should've blown him

Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him

Thought I'd sale to Atlantic

But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label

Like the fucking Titanic

What I gotta do is run some dick up in Sylvia Rhone

So she can hear Bumpy rockin on this microphone

Maybe I can Elektra - fy her brain

Show her how I take love and turn it to pain

I never been an ass kisser

I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes

Then they unpluggin your mic

My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit

And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby

And it's... [scratches]

The Industry Shakedown



"Word up, word up"

Ha!

"Word up, word up"

"Ready for the Industry Shakedown"

Yeah!

"Word up, word up"

"Industry Shakedown"

"Word up, word up"

That's right nigga

Me and my nigga Pete Rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down

You ready for this one? Check it out



[Verse 2]

When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy

But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy

See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper

But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers

Got way more nut, than date rapers

You better be tryin to get yourself an office

Way on top of that skyscraper

I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper

Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper

Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco

A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole

Speakin of police, I found a Interscope

And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope

I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk

Wit a big head and a big chest

And a big belly, talkin on a celly

Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats

Like he was tryin to be the mayor

Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth

Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out

Screamin fuck Steve Stoute, serve street justice

Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted

You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got

Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart

Only gangstas play the part

I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown



Ha!

"Word up, word up"

To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop

To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop

My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop



[Verse 3]

I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say

So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play

Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin

Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin

That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin

I heard about the Blaze Battle, they asked me to be in it

But to not consider me one of the 50 great

So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position

Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen

I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal

Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real

And you want me to battle for a Rolie, that I'ma take anyway

Better leave me the fuck alone Bumpy Knucks don't play

It made me laugh when I think about how Gary Harris

Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed

Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club

Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub

All them temporary spots will be filled time again

You can hate me now but I will rhyme again

Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt

Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt

And I'll never put my two guns down

Why's that

Cuz I need 'em... for the Industry Shakedown



"Word up, word up"

C'mon!

"Word up, word up"

Yeah!

"Industry Shakedown"

That's right

That's what the fuck I call, a Industry Shakedown

"Word up, word up"

And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in this

Motherfucking song but I tell you this much

"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"

Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, cuz I reserve my options

It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha

"Word up, word up"

And the Chocolate Boy Wonder

I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet