The Industry is Goin' Off

Ha, ha, ha, haaa, check out this bizarre Rabid style made by me, J to the T, you bring Money, I'll get you skating, this is not a plaything Maybe stay within your lane to keep hospitals waiting Industry been watching, our facts of life blossom, from Big bang to jeopardy, kinda like Mayim Bialik Since we made it awesome, lots of haters lost some Posers all adopt the style, because they want some Cops tried to stop some, rippers with their prop guns Lucky that we got a grip and don't get up and mob some Only sport that every cohort, is supposed to flop some Envy me like MVPs or lsd and drop some Lackluster and wanton, shipwrecks set to rot some Derelict problems - lagan, jetsam and flotsam, we're Staying alive, opposite of playing possum Shit's changed a lot son, the Industry is on one The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The biz, it goes on, it goes on Hey there everybody and regardless of your partying Some of us are old enough to be the culture guardian Not saying I'm smarter than, aged like Atari and Represent the plain states, LAX to La Guardian When I started riding, skating was arising Variflex was dying, Nash was high and dry and Powell started thriving when Peralta retired and Santa Cruz was shining, SMA was Blinding H-Street was surprising, Hensley was my guy and Anything he was trying Natas was no complying Sliding into slappies and spinning on fire hydrants Hook-Ups were beguiling, Birdhouse started flying Thrasher was reciting, the letter of the vibe and Baker Boys were high and, Zoo Yorkers were fly and Vans was driving, while Vision's license was expiring Nike tried climbing in with, no rider mileage But they're still surviving, just one more Goliath Red Bull keeps on hiring, and Monster is a tyrant Money keeps us hungry enough they can do the firing In the end, we make the rules they must comply with The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The biz, it goes on, it goes on If you kill the metaphors and inside jokes, all I'm saying is Without us, they got nothing, never forget that We don't need them, they need us In the end, middlemen don't matter Skate to create, DIY or Gator die Let 'em try, don't think, just ride Rip in peace, Jonas Wray, Phil Shao And of course, the greatest of greats, Biz Markie