Wes Freeman - Independo lyrics

[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]