TRIBAL COUNCIL II ft. nobigdyl., Mogli The Iceburg, Jon Keith & DJ Mykael V Lyrics

TRIBAL COUNCIL II ft. nobigdyl., Mogli The Iceburg, Jon Keith & DJ Mykael V - indie tribe

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Tribal Council two

Ninety-five

Yeah, Dyllie, yeah

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 (Seagulls)

I found my lyrics on a scroll on a mountain peak (I did, phew)

Even if you climb ten thousand feet, you ain't toppin' mе (You ain't toppin' that)

My style's sicker than the mеn that flew on Epstein's plane (Little sicko)

Tribe will always go against the grain

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 thirty-six chambers off of the wisdom gained from sixty-six books

I bob and weave and move my feet till I can set up the hook

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 Jean-Claude Van Damme the snare is expendable

Y'all write raps with a crayon

Man that trash indefensible

Really edgy of you flashing pentagrams

At a 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

Say you real but I can feel you more like vegan leather

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

Yeah, hallelujah

The chosen uno, on my Bradley Cooper

God stretched me out so I can 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, I almost sacrificed these sons then I saw the lamb

Tribe already won, we just shakin' hands

They told me rap was competition

I'm like, 'Where they at?' (Uh huh)

You see me pull up on that thoroughbred its 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

I tried to tell Jon he should chill

Am I my brother's keeper

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 fourth 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 nothing 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 homie 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

My hand's high

Thin line between faithful and fakin' it

Covered in the crimson like Saban is

Freestyle but you know you gotta pay for this

Indie tribe the new rat pack

TSA banned every pen in my backpack

My worst rap put a couple stacks in my cash app

That's no flex

Made a generation of rap kids with no sex

I know that His eye on a sparrow

So I got no stress

I'ma hit the target with both arrows, a bow flex

Like I'm getting brolic in both arms and both legs

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 wale, kin to willy

I had to read the sheet in Greek I might just be Achilles

The live show Bobby Brown and I ain't talkin Milly

The new edition, the cool Christian, my hooves itchin

We move different it behooves you to move with it

Follow Lamb not a goat-man, are you kiddin?

I guess the fella Cinderella if the shoe fittin

Holy smoke in the ville and I didn't roll it up

Holy smoke and it's still holy the joke is up

Holy smoke on the way to Canaan it blazed the way

Thankful that the angel of Yahweh came in and made a way