Heart of Industry

Don't be seeking my advice
Unless you can act right
When it's your bad it's not my fault
All you seeing is red like
You're stuck on a red light
This is your bad why can't you leave me alone

Yo a bad seed, pick of the bunch
Spinning a top, off its axis
Tag team villanous mob
Not giving a fuck, its magic
Wants to mash it up, fantastic
Tuk's snatched a willing assassin, what?
Perhaps this, happened
Lock it in, smash it
I maneuver beautiful music like jim morrison
On a trip spitting acid rain, flames and ashes
Stranger than deranged it's madness
Even find ladies gaga, like lady gagas antics
Blah blah, crazy, batshit
I rock a psychedelic style, im tame impala
Modern day frank sinatra
Im a motherfuckin' classic

You're wrong, and you know it
So why you acting that way?
You're on your own and it shows that you know, that you know it
It's a crying shame

I'm a wolfpack, you're a sly dog
Five bob says I can mess with your mindcogs
My god, my gosh, headaches, red tape and dead weights
Slept on it till time stopped in your headcase
Hell bent on my downfall, check the ground swell that surrounds ya'll
Now you're downright twofaced, old twats teething with tooth-aches
Till my take sounds tired, ima bleed in the booth mate
Keepin a loop, day dreaming that lupe screw blazed, spew flames through your toupes
Straight forcing, feed off you fruitcakes
Beast in a troop, put this freak through the foodchain
I hold aim, on a whole game
Secretive youth take a seat on my soul train
I got the keys to the gold gates, whole court
When dodgy fuckers pull a cold wart, no way

Crazy motherfucker named tuk, pay up
Motherfucker I'm ill, I ain't in that dumb shit
Mother when I bust it, something you can feel
So real you can touch it