Ya'll ain't getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You can call it reparations or restitution
Lock and load nigga, industrial revolution
Yo, the things I've seen in life will make you choke by surprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of fifty million people hoping you'd die
And niggas wonder why my heart is full of hatred and anger
'Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
Lock and load nigga, industrial revolution
I'll lead you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You can call it reparations or restitution
Lock and load nigga, industrial revolution