[Part I]
[Intro: nobigdyl.]
(Tribal Council II!)
('95)
Yeah, Dyllie, yeah
[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
In Miami with Aklesso and some soccer tees (I'm with 'Kless)
With the Zoes, test 'em, leave you messy like the soccer team (What a mess)
Way I write the Greek down, they think I'm Socrates (Think I'm Socrates)
Pull up to the Travis Scott show with a Coptic priest (Coptic priest)
"indie tribe. ain't on the move", man, stop it, please (Stop it)
You ain't lookin' silly as a goose, you a flock of geese (Silly goose)
I found my lyrics on a scroll on a mountain peak (Peak, phew)
Even if you climb ten-thousand feet, you ain't toppin' me (You ain't toppin' that)
[Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg]
My stylе's sicker than the men who flеw on Epstein's plane (Little sicko)
Tribe. will always go against the grain (You're right!)
I'm done with writin' lyrics down 'cause at this point, them joint don't hit the same
My younger self would be like, "Man, I can't believe how far you came!" (You're doin' great!)
Conquered the 36 chambers off of the wisdom gained from 66 books
I bob and weave and move my feet 'till I can set up the hook (Ha!)
Don't follow me, just follow Jesus, I ain't good as I look
And I look good, but not that good
I ain't no Ashton Kutch, man
I treat the beat like I was Jean-Claude Van Damme, the snare is expendable (Ooh, hoo!)
Y'all write raps with a crayon, man, that trash indefensible!
Really edgy of you flashing pentagrams at the festival
Y'all goofy, I'ma make sure that you know it
You can criticize what I believe, but trust me, I won't be afraid to show it
You say you real, but I can feel you really more like vegan leather (Ayy!)
Tribe. is solid wood, and you're like sheets of paper glued together
That means we're guaranteed to stand the test of time
Whether I'm gettin' by from sellin' my rhymes or sellin' my time
Or workin' for a nickel and dime
My brothers and I won't compromise for nothin' divine
You know where to find me
[Verse 3: Jon Keith]
Yeah, hallelujah
The chosen uno, on my Bradley Cooper
God stretched me out so I could measure up the body rulers
Clueless, we steady speedin', they just Stacey Dashin'
Only reason I ain't eat that boy, I was busy fastin'
Sometimes I feel like Abraham (Why?)
I almost sacrificed these sons then I saw the Lamb (What?)
Tribe. already won, we just shakin' hands (Let's go!)
They told me rappers competition
I'm like, 'Where they at?' (Where, uh huh)
[Verse 4: Mogli the Iceburg & Jon Keith]
You see me pull up on that thoroughbred? It's nice to meet ya
You go bananas I'm a cargo crate that's full of Chiquitas
Might see me levitating on this beat like Dua Lipa (Yeah, yeah)
I tried to tell Jon he should chill (Ayy, yeah)
Am I my brother's keeper? (Ayy!)
[Verse 5: Jon Keith & nobigdyl.]
Step in the room, rappers look like the Russians sent the nuke
I'm so sick of tellin' y'all that the tribe is on the (Whatever n****)
I ain't spending no time goin' back and forth with you
95 know how to cook so I ain't playin' with my food
I'm just sayin' we them dudes
I just pray you get a clue
Always causin' conflict that means you dealin' with the truth
Already told you we a gang I don't know nothin' 'bout a crew (What you talkin' 'bout?)
Body bags four saddles probably mad
The King evened it with Eve and them
I ain't into keepin' sin
Y'all don't want no problems with Don
That boy is Jesus' kin
Man you look so tired of lyin'
Come have a seat my nig
Told you what it be and then
You should've believed in them
The big homies, Beleaf and them
Like what else would you see from them?
Boy, I can't lie
I gave my life to Yahweh
I can't die
The last one hit billboard (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
My hand's high (Yeah, yeah! Ayy!)
[Verse 6: nobigdyl.]
Thin line between faithful and fakin' it!
Covered in the crimson like Saban is!
Freestyle, but you know you gotta pay for this
Yeah look, ayy
Indie tribe. the new Rat Pack
TSA banned every pen in my backpack
My worst rep
Put a couple stacks in my Cash App
That's no flex
Made a generation of rap kids with no sex (No, no sex!)
I know that His eye on a sparrow so I got no stress (Stress)
I'ma hit the target with both arrows, a bow flex (A bow flex)
Like I'm getting brolic in both arms and both legs (Woosh!)
I'ma give you a sec', that was a cold stretch
Dyllie, you rode a wave that I was raised in really
Spent three days inside a killer whale, kin to Willy
I had to read the sheet in Greek I might just be Achilles (I'm really him)
The live show, Bobby Brown, and I ain't talkin Millie (No)
The new edition, the cool Christian, my hooves itchin'
We move different, it behooves you to move wit' it
Follow Lamb, not a goat-man, are you kiddin'? (Hmm)
I guess the fella Cinderella if the shoe fittin'
Holy smoke in the vill' and I didn't roll it up (In the vill')
Holy smoke and it's still holy, the joke is up (Holy still)
Holy smoke on the way to Canaan, it blazed the way
Thankful that the angel of Yahweh came in and made a way (Made a way)
[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
Indie tribe just ain't us
Indie tribe is the people
Y'all can take this all away
The acholades, the shows, the numbers, the everything
You know what's left?
The annointing, this God given, God chosen
What y'all thought this was?
Y'all thought we was givin' out participation trophies?
Haha, don't be mad
Listen, God gave me, and you the same twenty-four hours
I just guess we usin' it better
Cause it's a murder scene
And the police came and took the evidence
Four microphones and two turntables
And tribe on the move (And tribe on the move, and tribe on the move, and tribe on the move, and tribe on the move, and tribe on the move, and tribe on the move)
