Industry Standard

Lyrics

Loer Velocity ft. Oktober, L.I.F.E. Long, and Vast Aire - "Industry Standard" [Emcee(s): Oktober, L.I.F.E. Long, Vast Aire, and Loer Velocity] [Producer(s): All Those Mutha Fuckin' Reasons (AKA Prince Be)] [Intro: Oktober] Oh yeah. That's right. How we do [Verse 1: Oktober] Ayyo, I'll mix business with pleasure (What?)—it's personal now I'll set it off, first to put in work and I'm proud (Yeah) Raised in a household with no cursing allowed—fuck that! (Fuck that!) Me and family stay toasting, tux-tap Strong, so wine glass cracks and liquor's spilling (Yeah) We set standards behind the mic, politicking (Politicking) I've been doing a lot of thinking. Now that you mention it They ain't repping with the penmanship of a perfectionist (Whoo!) I'll throw no punchlines—I'll swing battleax Cut the shortest straw that broke the camel's back (Haha) All Those Mutha Fuckin' Reasons, lessons at hand And, after Oktober, hear the rest of the fam [Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long] Cross the line between reality and fake—tripping on Your face was the first mistake. While you debate About being untouchable, phenomenal, great My ears can't stand your ego. Another bar fly Far through and you define who you are What you're made of, the simplest thing, star. Everybody can't Shine the same light that bright. Sick of the Stereotypes, wannabes rocking the mic Show your role, do your thing right. Insight Over things put in front my sight. Before I choose To abort and take flight through the wee hours Of the night, we're moving upward in flight [Verse 3: Vast Aire] You think I'm gonna come up in your bum-rush show? Drink all the wine and dance with some hoes? Shorties is like, "You got the sandbag flow" 'Cause, when I speak, I leak slow Styles is tight, plus construct like boa And might make your breathing velocity slower Jerome, please bring my mirror We the industry standard, make 'em see clearer We call 'em Sierra 'cause you cunt-less Don't you see the era Cannibals bite flesh? Now your L.I.F.E.'s in a Long mess. We left The cypher like King Kong, banging my chest Boom [Verse 4: Loer Velocity] The first cut's the deepest, second makes an elitist Gym stars spitting at you's the way I secrete this Hardcore uniqueness that's familiar to none With the will of the Sun and no apparent weakness Already, I've done set the industry standard 'Cause, personally, our truth is like the nail that's hammered For the hanging of fine art contestants and calamity A dysfunctional family live in stereo I'm not your typical ladder-rung emcee scenario And not for the weak-at-heart, but you don't hear me, though Synonymous with sending you back—it's a wrap Loer your Velocity with his feet up on the map