[Verse 1: Slow V]
The Industry. A supreme large bond
Renowned profound grounds of commercial bounds

An extreme galore, mainstream décor
Number one hit $$#assins 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 %#@!'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 %#@!'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
^!$$%z 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 $#&@ 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 $#&@er 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]