Industrial Grade

Illmaculate:

I'm abusive with the methods

and my crew will get respected

we move as a collective

this is music for the wretched

ready to lose it in a second

we deadly, you'd be stupid to mess with these emcees

[...]

You can find us, puffin a blunt

weapon is out, reppin the town up in the cut (Portland)

I need cheddar along with someone to trust

the eyes on the back of my head

see better than the ones in the front

hindsight's 20/20

we want five mics because we hungry

we got nine lives because we study our enemies' moves and find patterns

we step in the booth, we're spreading the truth to these blind rappers

IAME:

We might have to paint the sky black

just to watch you get no shine after you denied access

now within my line of sight has got me inclined to fight back

my third eye's wide open, the other two are slightly cracked

all I do is write this graphic novel in graphic language

and the blazing path that follows you can't extinguish

young delinquents [...] and get famous but don't think first

blow the advance for the thrill of dough in their hands (don't seem worth it)

Chorus:

We don't like sand, I heard it tastes like dirt

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Ethic:

Put your face against metal and meditate

on how you never made an escape from the demons

that we feeding the taste of your blood

you bleeding, we leaving you weakened

keeping it heated you feeding from Eden

and Sandpeople they see and defeat

We deep to the core, beating doors down, the forced entrance

against media whores that explore their own interests

we don't even the score, we leading the war

if you need that dope shit, we an immediate source

Gold:

Calm your barker or get slain with an archer's aim

chalk your body up with spit where the red carpet lays

Portland's a a tad bit darker day-walkers trapped in the rain

a chaotic blaze dance to Sandpeople [...] (that's money in the bank)

These artists draw a blank, you're dead without pain

[...] just a heavy conscience falling over the ledge

there's no crossing our paths without going over a bridge or two

it's that Northwest original, we more or less invincible

Chorus