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Slow V & Retrospect - The Message lyrics
[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
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 [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] - 2X








