Slow V. / Retrospect - The Message lyrics
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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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus x2]
