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[Verse 1: Slow V]

The Industry. A supreme large bond

Renowned profound grounds of commercial bounds

An extreme galore, mainstream décor

Number one hit assassins of the hip hop core

A large empire known to release musical acts

Overseers, distributors of audio tracks

A large foundation, firmly position

Publicly influenced and driven by commission

IS. A noun or interjection

Adverb or verb, formed in a connection

Often found in sections, directions

Questions, actions piece of selections

One syllable, you often hear it 

A vivid, descriptive, insisted lyric

Direct termination, a form of indication 

A way to refer to yourself or word yourself

A Radio. What I've been know to play

Known to blast at times, and incorporate

The one device to change up the course of day

Powered by electromagnetic radio waves

Frequently the frequency causes indecency

From high to low the shit's tweaked

And you can spot one everywhere you go

It's crazy its like the industry is a Radio


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There's always a message involved

Don't get it confused, don't, don't', don't get it confused

The industry just a better built cellblock

The message


[Verse 2: Retrospect]

And we are. One, one as a culture, swarming like vultures

Unison raw orphans, we running with torches

We the future, hip-hop tops and law Cochrans

Watch when our shit's on top we all profit

We are the people, the fans, the weasels, the hustlers the pimps

The pushers the nation, the plan, the leaders, promoters, the soldiers

Command, the comfort in your luxury sedan

All. Symbolizes all the ones lacking

I want to call it rapping but really it's just acting

Reacting like a bunch of cavemen

Face it, it's just a façade

Niggaz don't really listen to y'all

You thinking you raw, you know better dawg

Pretending you're hard when there's 100 soft men in your squad

I really don't understand how a rapper grips the mic to his hand

Rhymes for hours and don't say a damn thing

Blown Speakers. It's really all I hear when you speak

Now nothing is unique, every line you kick is weak

Every word is muffled, it's poison

Money, cash, hoes, to the Porsches, distortion

Who really gives a fuck about the keys to your Jag

If rap was academics, y'all would need remedial class

And you would be the ones that say it's easy to pass

And be the same mother fucker with a D in the class

Rap is similar but with no teachers

The industry's a radio, and we're all blown speakers


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