TRIBAL COUNCIL

U P P E R H A N D
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Hickory Dickory Dock, Dyl at the tippity-top (Dyllie)
Bible verse in your bio, but probably listen to "WAP"
I could probably flex like
"Where are all the rappers that you said hype?" (Where?)
Nowhere to be found and now my set like
"Hold the culture down," they told me talk like I was Ted, right?

Resurrect the tribe just like I met Phife (wait, wait, wait)
You boys need to meditate instead of fake celebrate on IG (uh-huh)
Depression make you medicate with Molly
(Eee!), but what's that in yo' IV? (brrt)
And here, I'm sendin' shots like Rocky to yo' body (brrt)
Before you overdosed, I rope-a-dope like I was Ali (wait, wait)

S Methadone, just check the method, man
Indie tribe forever, you are not a distant second, and
Got the Holy Ghost, it's holy smoke
You catchin' second hand (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I spent your whole advance on my wedding band (Oh my Go-)

But I would never flex like that (no)
And any time I do, I just repent and get right back (true)
Competitive like that, the scripture is a sedative like that
I'm set on the right track, I'm destined to fight back
We don't wrestle against flesh and blood

She say "Won't he do it?" I say "Yes, he does!
Couldn't care less if you coveted what I'm comin' with (yeah, yeah)
Covered in the blood, because he blessed me 'cause (ayy, ayy)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Shoutout to these illiterate rappers
That's gettin' screwed by yo' contract (brrt)
A simple read of legal fee and you'd never sign that
(Rewind that!)
I'm sick of all that ignorant cappin', man
I've seen your splits but plead the fifth
You got some streams, but your royalties, they don't exist (woah)
And now you nervous 'cause you don't know how to feed yo' kids
The shows is canceled, 'cause the people sick
Indie tribe. is showing yall the light (to where hip hop lives)

Man, I might be the next Suge Knight or Phil Nike (yeah)
My mindset is ten moves ahead of you suckers (yeah)
I'm writin' algorithms, so soon, you'll address me like I'm Zuckerberg
This Mossberg is pumped and ready to blow (woo)

Man, I got melody but I'm still comin' heavy with flow
We open doors to places that they never thought we could go (okay)
So before you come and ask me for advice on the side (yeah, yeah)
You could pay me for consulting or
Quit wastin' my time (Quit doin' it)

Woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm where the wound be like an ice pack
Your face all in the mud, get yo' sight back (yeah)
Can't Pacquiao me, you catch it right back
I said I'd be right back and I'm right back, but they don't like that

I might just hit the city with the crown on my head
A lot of rappers that yall be playin'
Would pro'bly be dead if Dyllie ain't tell me to chill
The summer's real but y'all ain't got the Reach to kill
I build, sonic cathedrals and colosseums
Tribe is the sound of freedom
I put the hammer down like my brother's Liam (yes)
I treat 'em (yes) like what they is, disobedient sons and daughters
That was a virgin with some kids, (ayy, look at that)
I'm on some new-ish (ayy), I'm Kanye on a bad day
But I'm down to Earth (like this), 'cause hip-hop is a sad space
But I'm in it, though (yes), trust me, I'm the pinnacle (yes)
The holy dope is digital, the pistol goes,
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!"
Ayy, Jesus died for that, these rapper driver is whack
Pull 'em over
Like where your license at? Fool you could die with that

See I don't bang but there's a whole lotta gangs, don't test me
I spit like a leper, you couldn't touch me
We might just be
Exactly what you needed, I've been chosen since a fetus
You couldn't cheat it, go 'head, repeat it, I dare you

As long as there's breath in my lungs, it's "All Hail King Jesus"
If 45 were to leave us, if 116 stopped believin'
If Junkie's never was dreamin' 'cause
Humble Beast was a season (yeah, yeah)

We live as kings can be treason (yeah), the tribe and Vllg we eat 'em
I mean lead 'em, get 'em up
Kiddie raps, pick 'em up? (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Had to Lilo, stitch 'em up,
Guess it wasn't quick enough (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Don't hide, boy, you smell like chicken

Oh my, oh my, I found you!
Ayo, ayo, let me tell you somethin'
Just know, if this was a race
Y'all not keepin' up with us, if this was a fight
Y'all not even touchin' us, it's indie tribe, save lives

And the life we savin' is yours
So I don't want none of you little rappers comin' in my DMs
Askin' for the instrumental
'Cause there ain't no Instagram challenges
No TikTok challenges, no Charlie D'amelio
No Addison Rae, no Bella Poarch
None of that, it's quiet for y'all, it's indie tribe
Tribe on the move, and God Always
So make sure when you talk to me
Make sure when you talk to the tribe, you talk to us nice, very nice
And when you hear them horses, just know, it's over for you

You heard? Man, stop playin' with me, alright?
Damn, come on, stop playin' with me!
Yessir, yessir!
Yo-yo-yo, that's before you get whooped with the belt
Yo, that should be an interlude, like yo-