Independence Avenue Lyrics

Man

I remember sitting 'round my momma house

Writing letters to these major labels

Just hoping to get my foot in the door

But between lackluster responses

And all the horror stories

I'm looking at these bammas like

"Need Y'ALL?" For what

It's probably better my conception was eventual in measure

Otherwise, I'm contesting why investors had me fettered

Either follow these behests or be beheaded, depressing

I could jester, be the 1827 Stepin Fetchit, eff it

Extra efforts, turkeys kept forgetting cheddar

Toasters on deck, you bred this hell, man, now it's tomato red rebellions

So screw that Deuteronomy philosophy

Coming for my neck? Get a tighter noose and stronger trees

Ain't no differences 'tween my dividends

And any women in my lens: need 'em thick, I'm talking real figures

So while I'm sowing seeds to succeed

I'll be damned to wait a cotton-picking minute, ain't a field nigger

Slave papers, contracts, all synonymous

Losing sovereignty for poverty, you're not autonomous

So while these lames on the Tube, showing stacks off

Might as well be chained, eating gruel, wearing sackcloth

Too articulate, meticulous in sentences

To consciously diminish any lyric in my penmanship

Limited? That diss is not attributed

BJing these Sams to get in clubs? Not incentive for their membership

March to Gladiator drums, fear the timpani

To feel this, gotta meet us on the moon, hear the symphony

Constellations make my standard up, of the God who made the universe

Don't pigeonhole me to a planet, Bruh (DON'T DO IT)

I been a Lone Ranger, ask Tonto

Weirdo of the pack sans Gonzo

Flipped my lack of flash into a world class art show

Expanded that to hot flows, Basquiat of rap slash Picasso

Five-year-old who wouldn't take his blazer off to sleep

'Bout my business all the time, ain't no shaving off to cheat (Peep)

Evidence of culture in my blood? Check my first bus

Hip hop emerged turning curses into surplus (GET MONEY)

Now the advent of the Internet

Far surpassed sliced bread as the best invention yet

Advertising, publishing, distribution, stream service

Indie artists, here's your new birth, go'on and dream, merchant

True, it's more dirt for me

But I don't mind digging my own land, I work for ME (ME)

I ain't hurt or beat if others seem to pass me in the race

I'm a king, walk around wearing "MASTER" on my face (YEA)

I would rather hustle for my clientele

Than go through art development recalling cat o' nine tails

Prefer the profit over charts, so bump the monsters trying to conquer

Dinosaurs: y'all are not the momma or the poppa

Razzi probably never catch me on a fancy yacht

I'd rather starve on my own than be a glutton eating caveats

Freedom is my latitude, only makes sense

Where my copyrights are sent, I been on Independence Avenue