Independent Artistry (feat. Emiliano Raps & That Fucking Ivan)

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Jayme Fortune

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When I lace up my shoes I'm independent
When they start to unravel I get offended
I don't like how some people be codependent
How they cling to me like cellophane around the edges
When I write what I feel, I'm independent
When I start up my engine I keep on revving
With my foot on the gas at 107
I'm about to set the west in flames, Armageddon

I've been searching a while, I've been looking around
For somebody to get up from lying down
It's a bit too easy to give up and ghost
I want to get up and go, spit 'em a flow that's so breezy
I'ma show love to my city, we're independently busy
Where it depends if independence is iffy
I'ma show love to the musical desperado
Who sent me something to follow, the homie Emiliano
We out here steady making a difference
I hate the divide, claiming that we ain't that depiction
We set it aside, saying that we hate what we've seen
Don't got to provide a reason for the hate that we see
We are people who risk, people who try
We are people who live, we don't got to cry no more
The people I lost, I'm not asking why no more
The people I love are people worth dying for

Let's make some shit dope, let's make sure it slaps
Like money, money, money, get it, got it, good
That's the focus, I'm roasting a phony Robin Hood
No hocus pocus the only show where they choke us
With the rope that they sold us
And they never showed us the common good
I don't know why they would, they make paper
They buy the hood, they hate flavor, we taste makers
But I know I ain't above day labor
I ain't a scrub, but I ain't major, my rhymes got layers
If you want to get into it, I can defend it
Absurd, I never serve a word unless I intend it
Heard from a bird of a different feather offended
They wonder if the shit I spit is borrowed or rented
I told 'em only if I know it, owned it and meant it
And that's about the time the conversation had ended
So dope the flow, so how the hell could they comprehend it
Ivan, me and Jayme we all three independent

When I lace up my shoes I'm independent
When they start to unravel I get offended
I don't like how some people be codependent
How they cling to me like cellophane around the edges
When I write what I feel, I'm independent
When I start up my engine I keep on revving
With my foot on the gas at 107
I'm about to set the west in flames, Armageddon

Independent that's how I'm living
Win big, skin 'em, pig's wigs splitting and we dig in
Look how I'm given my whole heart to this city, Ivan ain't fibbing
We got love for the misfits shit, God above must of missed this kid
But the city got the hustle with the tick and the tock
At the clock, and we just don't quit
I'm in these mean streets, easy we breathe in weed, old souls
Give me them new, new sneaks, grabbing on some new, new cheeks
Tagging on the choo-choo, we I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Ain't nobody sign me, lived my L-I-F-E, the hell right with me
Can't take it from me, but hey man, just take it from me
All the faking we see, shit's obvious, making me break into spraying on a track
Thanking all the trash, taking them to bat, breaking 'em in half
When I swing, making everybody laugh when you sing
Make another track and we bring our city to the stage going mad for the team
Grabbing our dreams, and we mapping the scene and attacking the beat
Where the faculty meets, we the staff, new students happily having a seat
I'm in another class when I speak, never gonna stop til I get to the top
Watch my motherfucking helicopter crash at the peak
That's why I keep the flats to my feet, mashed to the street
Make a B-line on the path that I see
Clapping back at the bastards that laugh at the meek, I got the backs of the weak
Ain't no ceiling man, watch the crowd grow, we living and we feel it we know 
We high, giving all our being at the show, on stage with a mic, man, see me at home
Jayme on the track, it's a slap, let's go, that's right, me and Emiliano
Bashing the fash' with a million bars, oh, independent kill it, with the villain hard flow

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