F.T.I. - Tech N9ne

Kutt go show how it feels

To be voided but listen

First I’ll make you miss it

Like the senate was missin'

Patricia Hearst 'cause I been in it for a minute

Put minutes in till it hurt, not for minute will I let

You diminish my men at work

And I been hurting trying to fathom the burden

But grieved not I put in work, inside and out

I’m deserving a clean shot

You people nursing every NERD

You encourage to speak not

Or you’ll get murdered, you ain’t heard

How the industry seized Pac

Somebody help the fame hurtin'

I won’t fall for the bullshit

So fuck y’all wit a hard dick

Drop jaws when we barge in ya turn bitch

In front of hard men most rappers are garbage

Mitch Bade are target how soon de forget that

Strange is the hardest wit a line up of artists

Do it regardless

It’s all about where your heart is

You can start this but Strange gonna finish it

Menace rhyme spoken

In every line it presented in

To all you haters in power we say

(Fuck the industry, fuck the industry)

Jack yo plaques put 'em down on eBay

(Fuck the industry, fuck the industry)

And all you boogie ass chumps can’t touch us

The industry is some punk motherfuckers

You tell 'em FTI when anybody ask you

Fuck the industry, they the enemy

Fuck this industry man

I’ll make it happen boy

With fat change this rap thing

Full of hoes and haters and hat gain

The CEO don’t want no part to this do

'Cause if you’re fuckin' up against

My firm is squakin' at you mean carcass is through

The A.R.

better stay in this car

'Cause I’m parkin' it to

Don’t hate Brim 'cause I’m talking the truth

My dogs is barking at you

So you better get your mind right

Deuce clique representation we in the lime light

This «Rage» is «Against the Machine»

Turn these pages and flip till they clean

And what remains is for Krizz to be seen

So I say «Fuck the Industry»

'Cause the speech that you preach to do people

Is so evil so «fuck your ministry»

How they ever gon' say what we gon' say

How they ever gon' say what we gon' do

Here I come for the mon and I’m comin' with a gun

Now tell me what I will and I won’t do

F — Fear 'em they blast hoes

T — Tear 'em a new asshole

I — Infect their mind wit this lyrical blindness

«Hey Skatterman, I heard you rollin' with Tech»

But I still ain’t signed

Cuz I’m a problem for these record execs

How can they market

A young black political target?

Who done took coca leaves

Baking soda and enlarged it

Into crack rocks selling crack rocks for a livin'

From the black top

Where we jack cops for a livin'

So fuck the industry and damn the beats

I ain’t just in the street

I’m Skatterman, I am the streets, nigga

You got a smile glarin', 'cause you get it packed

I got yo gal starin', 'cause you minute mack

You got yo mouth swearing that yo hit is plack

You hatin' file-sharing 'cause your shit is wack

Sampled yo CD listened and it was cheesy

No cable box 4 your TV no label watch for your breezy

We ride, feel the pain from inside, fuck yo fame 'cause it died

Said yo thang was about the game claimed then he banged but you lied

'Bout yo artist but yo artist is the farthest from the hardest

But you market this bark at this bunk dirty carpet shit

Game is outsmarted oops somebody farted 'bout to spark this shit

Niggas are retarded look what you’ve started

Cerami Mark is pissed

I’ma break it down for you clowns

In the industry chain

(Fuck perspective Warner Bros., Qwest and JCOR’s name)

Strange, we independent and you suckas

Are the enemy you fuckin' up the industry

You busters will remember me