Industry Shakedown

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 have fked up
"Word up, Industry Shakedown"
Now what I mean by fked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
"Word up, word up"
So me and my nigg* 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 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 workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label
Like the fking Titanic
What I gotta do is run some d*ck 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 as* kisser
I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes
Then they unpluggin your mic
My s**t is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as s**t
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 nigg*
Me and my nigg* Pete Rock gon show you motherfkers 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 d*ck, when they see you have some paper
But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers
Got way more nut, than date r*pers
You better be tryin to get yourself an office
Way on top of that skyscr*per
I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper
Have you ever been stuck up by a hardc*re hip hopper
Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco
A nigg* wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his a**hole
Speakin of police, I found a Interscope
And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope
I saw a new nigg*, 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 throats
Like he was tryin to be the mayor
Then some rushed in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out
Screamin fk Steve Stoute, serve street justice
Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted
You went out like a p*ssy, fk the dough you got
Cuz wit all that money nigg*, 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 nigg* 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 , 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 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 fk 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 fkin embarrassed
Fly s**t is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my fkin 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 s**t, 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 fk I call, a Industry Shakedown
"Word up, word up"
And it's a lotta motherfkers out there that I didn't name in this
Motherfking song but I tell you this much
"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"
Don't think I forgot motherfkers, cuz I reserve my options
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha
"Word up, word up"
And the Chocolate Boy Wonder
I show you a fast way, to six feet