Mystik Journeymen - Firefly Rebellion (instrumental) lyrics

(bfap): I'm independent, independent as f** I can walk up to an A&R and say "Yo, what's up?" Grab a pen, Mystik Journeymen, we want to sign you Four hundred thousand, what you want to do? I kick that fool in the head with my shoe How do you suppose I'll sell my life away to you hoes? N-O, unless you're talkin' about a couple million Build our own company house, and profits in our building Uh, I'd house towers, we got the power You only got distribution of our records Business execs still rippin' my checks Everywhere we go on private stations In the O we throw hella underground shows Fools that came up know were the undergrounds Further up, industry blows But you'll never take us down The undergound shall pound commercial b**hes Shall vacate the slots, we're pullin' switches What is this culture comin' to? I remember when it was cool to pound the table at school for fun Now it's rhymin' with guns Too bad none of ya'll rappers really gonna pull out none Unless you wants to see 20 to 10 Givin' your a** up in Four tattooed bald men transformed your soul to gelatin Break that fear (psc): The anger in me agitates freedom For all them people, listen, I mean it Forget about that platform I'm standing on Zenith Destination Apex plateau, higher level Whatever you want to call it Just get yourself there, get it moving, get prepared Be aware of the ones that want to hold you back Enjoy life, the great mysteries All the facts collected in your times soar the earth like an almanac Living Legends make attractions of these memories and give them back to you Now you'll never be forgeting these From the heart, eye to eye contact with ya'll Who caught contact from this bum a**hole act or front Doin' what we want patiently Living forgoes beyond the bump 'cause hip-hop, I love it to the truest But too many wack muthaf**as want to do it Chorus: Break that fear that holds you down Never can you stop the truth from being found If you scared of life, then fall from the sky Or prepare to fight to keep your spirit alive (psc): So what's a bro to do? The future's sounding bleak Independent comin' weak Fill the stew to the brim Spillin' over rims, lookin' wack Muthaf**as better off with record contracts Get trapped...c'mon now (bfap): They said we'd be dead without a deal But we saddled up our dreams and rocked the world still unsigned How many fools even been out the country? Imagine beyond your punk a** image on a song Or these days are gone Chorus