Independo

[Intro]
Yea, uh-huh, alright....
Here I come to save the game!

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's Mr. tryna get them Youtube hits
A.k.a. you gotta hear this dude's new shit
Seriously, man, this fool's too sick
Cause Deal Time 2 equals Mood Muzik
These days I can't tell who's who, which
Is cool, cause that just means they're in a lose/lose sit-
Uation, cause while I am on that new school tip
My name's been in your mouth like a used toothpick
The industry is in my cross hairs, Interscope
Is in his scope, I got a serious buzz, you been a joke
I body a beat and zip it up like a winter coat
My submissions got these record labels in a choke
While mediocre artists is ridin' in limos
With tented windows, and I'm pushin' a rented tempo
Sendin' demos, gettin' nothing but fuckin' N-O's
Underground hero, you can call me "Independo"
But my super power's the pencil
And the criminal, is the instrumental
Celibate chicks sending innuendos
Like "I been a nympho", shit, where'd your innocence go

[Hook] 2X
Independo has come to save the day
Cause the game need saved in a crazy way
Major labels are sippin' on that hater-aid
I'll go up against your favorite artist, play for play

[Verse 2]
Got me thinkin' "What you waitin' on?"
Every time I make a song, the bait is thrown
Hotter than Satan's home, I am your replacement so I'm
Understanding why all of you hater's faces long
You have entered the no hatin' zone
So if you could, please don't bring them fakes along
I got my crown, my staff, my cape and throne
And I can restore it if your faith is gone
Y'all are all some imitatin' clones
So stop bitin' my style, won't you create your own?
Locals bitin' my rhymes like I don't notice
Bitch, I am focused, I got forty more of these so just
Knock it off, before I go and expose it
Like I wrote it, throw your career in a coffin and close it
You and a friend, running around doin' my shit
Now you wanna front like you innocent
But that's cool cause what it really comes to in the end
Is if you wrote that shit, then let me see you do it again
Which is no problem for me, the swine flu in my pen
I just let 'em spit then wait for 'til the booing begin
Then I come through, ruinin' them
You fuckers must be mad cause they compare me to the new Eminem
Yo, and I appreciate the compliment, but don't ever try to box me in
Or say I'm copyin', or jockin' slim
Compare me to Hip-Hop cause Hip-Hop is him, it's his oxygen
And I ain't for the rocks and gems, just Reeboks and Timbs
Cause poppy trends, is not for him, not for him

[Hook]