The Industry Lyrics - The Preacher's Son - Wyclef Jean

(Intro) 

Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music 

Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today 

Preacher's son, yeah 

(Verse 1) 

Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot 

And they both still were rulers of hip hop 

And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college 

And Big L never got found in the alley 

Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies 

Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50 

Benzino shook hands with Eminem 

And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim 

And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up 

I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up 

And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray 

Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!) 

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(Chorus) 

Shots go off, mother's cry 

Death since rise, homicide 

Black on black crime needs to stop 

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop 

Cause what we say is what we see 

What we see is reality 

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow 

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow 

(Verse 2) 

Imagine if Big Pun was still alive 

I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad 

Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child 

And TLC never lost they Left Eye 

Imagine Refugees never needin a passport 

And John Forte never at Newark Airport 

Million Man March, man, that was a start 

Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park 

When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this 

Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!) 

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(Chorus) 

Shots go off, mother's cry 

Death since rise, homicide 

Black on black crime needs to stop 

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop 

Cause what we say is what we see 

What we see is reality 

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow 

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow 

(Verse 3) 

In the club never though Shyne shot the gun 

But in the limosine JLO had to run 

Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror 

That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana 

Back and forth and forth and back 

Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her 

The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox 

Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top 

Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah 

While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die 

(Chorus) 

Shots go off, mother's cry 

Death since rise, homicide 

Black on black crime needs to stop 

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop 

Cause what we say is what we see 

What we see is reality 

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow 

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow 

(Outro) 

Yeah, peace be with y'all