O G Money - Shake up (Industry Diss) from Damian Glover on Vimeo.
The Rapper O G Money disses the music industry (at least the ones
he doesn't like) He talks about Justin Bieber, OJ da Juiceman,
Gucci Mane, waka flocka flame, Soulja Boy, Chris Brown, Mike Jones,
Rick Ross, Ne-Yo, Lady Gaga, T.I., Jo Jo, Drake, Kanye West,
Birdman, Lil Wayne, 40 Glocc, Nikki Minaj, B.o.B., Nick Cannon,
Eminem, Ya Boy, Paul Wall, Bum B, Ludacris, Outkast, and more!
-----Lyrics-----
(uh huh, it's about that time)
(going from a T-Blast, to an Industry Blast)
It's time for the music scene to stop, and wake up/
Justin B. is hot, but with a face full of make up/
Yes, this is the Shake up/ It's time for a roll call/
I'm a menace to society, but da name aint O Dog/
F.O.E. Bring heat/ Please/ get what we on/
or end up like Da Juiceman, Booed after three songs/
B.B. Kings wasn't pleased/ to me, no shocker/
OJ shouldn't have shown face like Waka Flaka/ (Flaka!)
"Going Hard in the paint", Yeah, that's my song/
While Flaka recording, Gucci Mane dancing with his mom/
"Burr" My nigga that's cold/
I hope the stunt was for sales, because he's ass couldn't go gold/
Play this song when he bomb, "This is ridiculous"/
This should be proof/ come new/ we getting sick of this/
trap rap/ you in the same pack/ as Soulja Boy/
catch feelings/ and villains/ clap like the Noila Boys/
I heard Mr. Tell 'em is beefing with Cris Brown/
Don't you know he hit a bitch? You better sit down/
This is a hit now/ Thank me for fame/
Don't get mad/ Be glad/ I called your name/
You were featured in a better song, than you can ever make/
I'm not David Blain but I'll make your ass levitate/
hungry like Ii never ate/ play this on the radio/
and change Mike Jones (Who?) to Mike Jones (Where'd he go?)/
let 'em know/ O G Money aint feelin' ya/
Rick Ross coming, better hide the paraphernalia/
Undercover cop/ and a retired P. O./
you want "the coke side of life"? better call Ne-Yo/
Hate when people speak upon what they don't know/
Cali got good for ten five, now that's a low quote/
Rappers turning actors and I aint talking Jo Jo/
but she could sit on me, and make like a yo yo/
don't rock polo, and I don't wear vans/
you like Lady Gaga, switching styles every chance/
Just dance/ because rap lost meaning/
and this happened back when T.I. Rocked the bennie/
Urban leagun getting roasted by the best/
ya'll assholes best to toast with Kanye West/
and while you're there soak game, get ya skills up/
Birdman be the name getting robbed, when the steel's tucked/
So you better kiss little wayne goodbye/
said he's the only one you kiss? So you're way passed bi/
Lil Wayne, I hope your ghostwriter can battle rap/
because you were garbage before Kurupt dropped Battlecat/
Now you all metaphors/ you and Bird a set of whores/
I'ma do you like 40 Glocc, only I wont press record/
hit you with the iron like we on the fairways/
The day I bump Nikki, is the day I wish on airplanes/
Only a few rappers in the game I respect/
Outkast, Sick wit it, and Ya Boy on deck/
Eminem go in, Bum B always Reack/
Ludacris is my nigga, Paul Wall you a vet/
So if you aint hear your name, let the beef begin/
I deliever it to your concert like the pizza man/
Hot Damn, I rock/ put me in your IPod/
even an athiest heard this shyt and said "My God"/
Cali stand up, I'ma hold you down/
O G Money the same guy who sold you them pounds/
and if you responed to this, don't expect a diss back/
just start calling Hoover niggas to try and get your shyt back/
Before I go, Congrats to Nick Cannon/
knocked up Mariah, he used hella plannin'/
Hella purse handling/ Ha he got bitched/
moved up from Drumline, now you a Hitch/
I guess that aint going to play this on the radio/
especially, when I say Lady Gaga aint a lady yo/
Damn, mayne how rude of me/
The name's O G Money, nigga go google me/
