Story Behind The Song

The MC in the song was challenged to use certain words in a song...Tsunami was one of them and it went from there...

Song Description

The hook behind the song uses the word Tsunami in it and we did about 6 months prior to the Tsunami of 2005. We had shelved the song out of respect for the victims...now we feel that we can release it in the hopes that it will be received in it's proper context

Lyrics

Industry
Hook
Wetting up the hood, like a Tsunami ( soo nam ee)
Not household yet but soon I?ll be
Triple threat up in this game called the industry
Write the rhymes, make the beats and C.E.O that?s 3

V#1
The way I spit flows is so strong,
They testing my saliva for steroids at the end of the song
300lb alan iver breaking ankles with a mic
yo girl exchanging saliva with my dick and her dyke
like water making you pay for shit you get free
I?ll take yo ass thru some hell just to give you some peace
I move trees not boulders, I got killa?s
You got stay at home soldiers, natty boys I told ya?
I think we crazy breathing different air or sumpin
Nigga you made an error who you think you punkin
I?ll take a hero out quick there won?t be much pain
Duffel bag with some acid, dump the body on a train
They won?t find yo bitch ass til Kansas City
Niggas getting dealt when the Natty?s wit me
An artistry of pain, like Ali when he jabbing
Pissed off more white folks, then OJ when he stabbin
Hook
Wetting up the hood, like a Tsunami ( soo nam ee)
Not household yet but soon I?ll be
Triple threat up in this game called the industry
Write the rhymes, make the beats and C.E.O that?s 3


V#2
As far as I?m concerned, you a punk bitch
If you was fire I wouldn?t burn, the lesson taught and then learned
You gotta squeeze after you aim, I?m the future of the game
Law school, make the beats and write rhymes that mame
But I?m oh so throwback like dragons that spit flame
And dirty cops that lived off splits from cocaine
On the grand scale the dope game could never survive
Unless you pay the corner cops all the way up the line
I came up in the game with a political flow
But I need a little mo, than that political dough
So I reflect upon the hood, the good and the bad
Little girls losing they dads beaten with wooden bats
New breed of MC, make the crowd think and making move
Helping you pull a bitch or 2, making think before you shoot
Cause I hate to see my people locked down and shackled
Do a Barry Sanders shake when life is trying to tackle

Hook
Wetting up the hood, like a Tsunami ( soo nam ee)
Not household yet but soon I?ll be
Triple threat up in this game called the industry
Write the rhymes, make the beats and C.E.O that?s 3

Verse 3
I?m so smooth with this shit that I could do it in my sleep
But I?m an insomniac, instead of sleep I make beats
The industry?s in need of some neo-soul
College degrees from they M.C.?s with neo flows
I kept the faith that I would get on, watch me go gold
You need some help trying to get drawls watch me on hoes
When I blow up, I know I?ll never pee on the those
Who helped me get to the top, while haters they decompose
I came from dark skies with no rainbows
It?s really a shame though, in the hood how pain grows
Momma worked her ass off, on her face the pain shows
We mines well tie our arm off and inject the pain slow
But I?m here to save the game from suicide by mic
With no jigga, Pac or Big, it might die tonight
All we?d have left is crunk, Missy and Em
If they died, I don?t know that I would miss any of them.