Текст песни The Industry Is Wack - Ultra
(Intro:
Tim
Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I
wanna
get
some
shit
off
my
chest,
shit
off
my
chest
I
wanna
get
some
shit
off
my
chest,
shit
off
my
chest
I
wanna
get
some
shit
off
my
chest
(Tim
Dog)
I
got
this
rap
shit
sewn,
locked
down,
from
the
ground
to
the
sky
From
L.A.,
all
the
way
to
Long
I
Who
am
I?
That
motherfuckin
nigga
who
be
dissin
I
be
rippin
motherfuckers
like
I'm
eatin
on
some
chicken
Finger
lickin,
like
I
got
you
out
of
Sylvia's
Copeland's,
Roscoe's,
pollo,
lo-co
Bo-jangles,
Popeye's,
even
KFC
Yo
MC's
ain't
got
no
wins
when
they
fuck
with
D-O-G
I'm
dramatic,
emphatic
- I'm
charismatic
I'm
down
with
my
niggaz
(magnetic,
magnetic)
My
people,
keepin
it
real,
fuckin
up
your
mind
Representin
to
the
fullest,
yo
I
got
another
rhyme
SHOWTIME,
pump
more
systems
than
the
Alpine
I
bet
you're
thinkin
to
yourself
right
now
what's
on
my
mind
(word)
My
mind's
fed
up,
yo
I'm
dead
up
These
faggot-ass
rappers
and
these
punk
bitches
gonna
get
wet
up
(WORD!)
Runnin
round
the
industry,
frontin
like
they're
jiggy
Just
because
you
rap
don't
make
you
a
piggy
Who
is
he?
Some
unknown
sucka
from
the
projects
Made
a
few
demos,
now
you
think
you
got
it
Rhymin
like
Nas
(what)
lookin
like
Treach
(word?)
Beats
mad
weak
(woo!)
hooker
can't
catch
(ha!)
Sayin
Def
Jam's
gonna
sign
you
You
betta
get
a
job
and
leave
that
bullshit
behind
you,
WORD
You
got
some
motherfuckin
nerve
I
shoulda
left
yo'
ass
on
the
god
damn
curb
But
I'ma
leave
it
all
the
motherfuckin
same
And
focus
my
attention
on
those
rappers
in
the
game
NOW,
first
you
made
a
jam
that's
hot
(hot)
Then
you
made
another
then
that
shit
went
pop
(pop)
Then
you
made
another
then
that
shit
had
flopped
You
deserve
exactly
what
yo'
ass
got,
motherfucker!
Tryin
to
run
after
the
whites
You
used
to
wear
Timbs,
now
yo'
ass
is
in
tights
And
every
time
I
see
you,
all
you
wanna
do
is
fight
Don't
get
mad
cause
my
shit
is
right,
aight?
I'm
a
motherfuckin
man
like
you
You
wanna
be
fake,
while
I
gotta
be
true
(word)
You
wanna
be
the
next
when
you
shoulda
been
you
Now
tell
me
what
the
FUCK
am
I
supposed
to
do?
BE-ATCH!
(Chorus
2X:
Tim
Dog)
+ (Kool
Keith)
All
I
wanna
do
is
rap
Get
some
trap,
and
live
life
kinda
fat,
that's
that
But
how
could
a
man
just
rap
(When
the
whole
fuckin
industry
is
WAK!)
(Interlude:
Kool
Keith)
Yeah,
Kool
Keith
checkin
in
That's
right,
for
you
wak
motherfuckers
I
got
to
show,
SKILL
Tell
you
like
it
is,
gotta
get
this
shit
off
(Kool
Keith)
This
ain't
the
Grammy
awards,
ass-tight
tuxedos
Niggaz
are
phony,
tryin
to
act
like
my
peoples
TV
stars,
Mariah
Carey,
Janet
Jackson
Her
brother
Michael,
feelin
babies
for
some
rectum
action
Niggaz
like
Al
Green,
you
can't
trust
Little
Richard.
. Little
bitchard
Girls
today
slept
with
Rock
Hudson
The
NBA
- your
favorite
ballplayer's
turnin
gay
Girls
go
nut,
get
attracted
havin
wild
sex
In
big
mansions,
Hollywood's
unsafe
sex
Sniffin
coke,
movie
stars
roll
in
fly
cards
Everybody
has
a
card,
runs
a
fake
business
I'm
that
O.J.
who
gives
a
fuck
about
his
case
Like
Madonna,
that
devil
wearin
paint
on
her
face
You
know
the
industry
has
already
crossed
over
sexually
A
lot
of
people
turned
bumblebee
Sodom
and
Gomorr',
it's
time
for
information
Half
of
y'all
sick
sing
at
the
AIDS
Foundation
I
lay
it
down
clown
and
take
your
famous
queer
crown
Glamour
and
famous
mixed
up,
you
slept
with
Rod
Stewart
Girls
get
caught,
take
off
they
heels
for
they
record
deals
Did
you
get
the
deal
BITCH?
Got
served
And
you
sayyyyyyyyyyy...
(Chorus)
(Tim
Dog)
Word
up!
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Альбом
Big Time
1 Selling My Dat’s (intro)
2 Super Luv
3 NYC Street Corner Battle
4 Big Time
5 Bittin’ My Space Shit (skit)
6 Get Off the Dick
7 Peeping Tom (skit)
8 Private Eyes
9 The Industry Is Wack
10 Moving Out the Projects (skit)
11 Keep It Real… Represent (full original version)
12 Ain’t Nobody Happenin’
13 Fat Lady
14 Visit to the Zoo (skit)
15 Bizarre
16 No Face
17 To the Real Ultra Fans (outro)
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