MYSTIK JOURNEYMEN - The Firefly Rebellion lyrics

rate me

[BFAP:]

I'm independent, independent as fuck

I can walk up to an A&R and say "Yo, what's up?"

Grab a pen, Mystik Journeymen, we wanna sign you

Four hundred thousand, what you wanna 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 bitches

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 ass 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 wanna call it

Just get yourself there, get it moving, get prepared

Be aware of the ones that wanna 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 asshole act or front

Doin' what we want patiently

Living forgoes beyond the bump

Cuz hip-hop, I love it to the truest

But too many wack muthafuckas wanna 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

Muthafuckas 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 ass image on a song

Or these days are gone

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