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until recently, controlled the entirety of the diamond trade from mine to market to aftermarket. So let’s start by examining the age of the tradition,
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away scott free
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away
Trade a day
In my shoes
master every trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it weighs a ton
Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun
And I master
getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my trade but its still real
And if you look between
the industry's now part of my
Life I was tryin' find, I shouldn't of signed the dotted line
To Trade My Soul.......To a guy in that deep dark hole
Kept his head
the world's rope.
According to none other than the U.S. Department of Agriculture you can make four times as much paper from one acre of hemp plants as you
a special delivery
Full of heavy artillery
You'll never get rid of me
No friends in the industry
No enemy's killing me
Spit it clever and brilliantly
Your
and what's right
Only thing to relieve me of school's stress was music
Never thought I could strive in an industry
That can make you out as cartoonic
All I
(Intro)
I might be sold out
But I'm not the industry
But I'm not the industry
But I'm not the industry
I might be sold out
But I'm not
On guessing what, a day will say
A sheer impossibility
This poor kid's brave, he worked away
And try to build that industry
How crazy, bold and reckless
Can
[Phesto Dee]
Master of emcee slave trade
Pullin' chief executive chains on his muppets
The prime minister of shattered dreams
For these young black
industry
With that voice, please committ suicide immediately
That song "FaRaIDAY" never played on Friday
Your remix never played at any party
You got invited
stay outta Dodge
They just can't afford it, yellow starships
Walkin' out the men's department
Now look at that bitch ridin' with me
And she gorgeous
You
the music industry's a hog bitch
Man, I really wanna kill them and in this business it's hard to get you though
When you kill a motherfucker
night
But I wouldn't trade a minute of this college life
But ok its time to start rappin
Shout out Charlie behind the cannon he snappin
Some classes
to a steak barbecue behind his
$25, 000 home in a tree-lined subdivision
About to begin a weekend with his
Well-fed, well-clothed family
Is going to trade what
Do you love the sweet smell
Of industry in the morning?
Does Terra Firma fill you with
Terror versus firm factory foundations?
Have you ever looked
pulls into the strip mall that the Universal
City Police Department was part of, parks right in front of it, and grabs a locked briefcase
From the back
can be winners, if we compromise
I'm always complaining, these'll be the days when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles
far, can't even get no service
Out of range, learned the tricks to the trade and all the inner workings (the ins and outs)
Dug down in my soul and did
scared with your approach
Your whole steelo mice and roach
When Marion comes in the industry, the parties get empty
The champagne bottles go down
Hotel
of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New york police department, the f.b.i.
Said
Concierge open the door
Show me the way I perfected my trade
My circle tight like a braid
The industry just arcade
Hey you wanna come play
Here's
included on the track]
My name is Adrian Sanderson and riveting's me trade,
But it's intellectual discourse I'm known better for,
And I may forego English
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