Nueve, tres, uno. Dilly mommy you know
That independent film rap, Nick and Nora Juno
You know the COD clan do it big like sumo
Me and [?] gotta new groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid the keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people but its cool though
Thats why I keep my circle real small like a Euro
The mural I'm paintin' is much pain and anguish
And hard work and hatin' but then you will make it
Leave it or take it the fame you can save it
The money is basic, my name though, engrave it
On platinum and gold plaques
And hang them and save them
Or melt them then go back and make you a bracelet
But nobody knows that its not 'bout the fame but
The art boy so know that that stays on my brain
I'll listen, not really a fan though
Respects you, but don't like your band though
I get you but don't want a sample
You're lit dude, but don't hold a candle
Doug Funnie had me bangin' on a trash can
Might catch me strummin' on a banjo
Cold flow got my baby in an afghan
Broken folk go and check out my band bro
Baby brother out in Arizona, how it feel?
I ain't tryna to make a meal but I wanna pay the bills
Penny playa haters say I won't but you know I still chill
Do it with the power of will like Jayda Phil
Dr. Phil, Dr. Dill, Dr. Dolittle
Still in the fusion caught a coupe but it's too little
Me compared to you is like two tittles in the middle
Of two digits; mine big and your's little
Or two fiddles playing in the middle of a marching band
One fiddle's broken, the other is in your partner's hand
And he is pretty slow like Kevin is in the Office and
Little did you know he's light-headed like a Charger's fan
But no matter, the point is that I'm hotter than
Two Charizards eating flamers in a charter van
You and you're crew are bluer than Jimmy Carter and
I just heard my verses gettin' published by Zondervan
Interesting, Stephen Hawking surrounded by these Simpletons
Or maybe Walts' surrounded by Jesse Pinkertons
Steve Jobs if you judge me by my penmanship
Trill deal, I'll be honest I'm kinda hoping you feel Dill
But if I ever get big-headed you can kill Dill
Cuz' no matter where I go, I'm still Dill
Finna road a backwards filla' indigo leaf
And turn into the police cuz' I ain't blowin' no reef
So do not gas me up, no ethanol please
I'm tryna be a humble beast so I'm rollin' on E
Wait
Say no, no, no ecstacy please
And oh no, no beef only vegetables please
And oh no, so so, def - definitely cuz money ain't a thing but a blessing to me
Ok, 48 bars to the finish, that's a guesstimate
I like this beat I think I'll turn it to my settlement
It's safe to say that my rhetoric is heaven-sent
Not convinced, check the New Testament for references
I told Mike that I turned him into did miss the minis of rhymin' sublime as my pen is my diction to likin' to Benjamin's mission to get it by all means I'm all men like him is I'm swimmin'...in shark water with the shock collar still far from a balla' or shot caller still wish that I was taller and a bit smaller just spent my dolla' parked in an old holla with my Dixieland delight, that's Alabama rolled high with my sister that's a bit hard of hearin, fearin cuz' my engineer is servin' he is cheering volunteer so I know that he has his head up
Shoutout to the east and sea that's where my dogs at
Shoutout to Weston to see you know you all that but you Middleton to see where my heart's at got my my starred hat hot wired like a car jack got a gun pulled on me outside a cadillac I was 14, gameboy and a starter cap; Lion King but Mufasa had my back, Pops saved me from the wildebeest staring down the back Daddy saved me and now it's all gravy
If I make some change he'll retire before 80, if I make a change Mom's proud of her baby
My dream since 1991 80, crazy, I throw these lines together lazy but still they got the boys straight buzzin' like Swaizy
Mood ring eyes on the face of my lady range from navy to baby blue Jay-Z
Big Smo tried to sign me back in 6th grade most agreed to my lyrics now he gets paid and I love both, Smo is my kinsmen making profit of my lyrics? Well, that's infringement
Big Smo tried to sign me back in 6th grade most agreed to my lyrics now he gets paid but I show grace just like my sensei you can have it all but my name
Alright it's time to go to church like the pimps say and I'll be flyin' northwest like I'm Kim yay and for the record it is S E to the death of me notation in heaven forever, they got the best of me
Shoutout to Jared Wayne french for the artwork and can't forget the whole street team for the hard work I'm no king, don't bow to me that's wack get loud for I'm back, the out city a rap
Indie. was written by nobigdyl..
Indie. was produced by NiqueMusiq.
nobigdyl. released Indie. on Sat Nov 16 2013.