[Intro: Chelsea Phillips, indie tribe. & nobigdyl.]
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"

[Verse 1: nobigdyl. & indie tribe.]
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? (TED Talk!)
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 overdose, I rope-a-dope like I was Ali (Wait, wait)
Verses 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 catch it 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!")
I couldn't care less if you covetin' what I'm comin' with (Yeah, yeah)
Covered in the blood, because He blessed me, 'cause (Ayy, ayy)
[Break: indie tribe.]
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg & indie tribe.]
Shoutout to these illiterate rappers that's gettin' screwed by yo' contract (Brrt)
A simple read and legal fee and you'd never sign that
(Rewind that!)
I'm sick of all the ignorant cappin', man, I've seen your split 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 y'all 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 (Stop doing it)

[Break: indie tribe.]
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse 3: Jon Keith & indie tribe]
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 y'all 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's 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 leopard, you couldn't touch me
We might just be, exactly what you needed, I've been chosen since a fetus
You couldn't cheatah, 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 Junkies never was dreamin', 'cause Humble Beast was a season (Yeah, yeah)
We Live As Kings commit treason (Yeah), the (tribe. and Vllg, we eat 'em!)
I mean, lead 'em, get 'em up, kiddie rap scheme, pick 'em up? (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Had the Lilo's, stitch 'em up, guess he wasn't quick enough (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Don't hide, boy, you smell like chicken
Oh my, oh my, I found you!
[Outro: DJ Mykael V & indie tribe.]
Ayo, ayo, let me tell you somethin'
Just know, if this was a race
You're not keepin' up with us, if this was a fight
You're 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 man li-