[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 sh**
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 f**in' 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", sh**, 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
b**h, 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 sh**
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 sh**, 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 f**ers 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]