INDIE TRIBE – Don’t Shoot The Messenger

Lyrics: Don’t Shoot The Messenger by INDIE TRIBE

[Intro: DJ Mykael V & nobigdyl.]
Yeah
Y’all already know what it is
Hold up, let me check my watch real quick
I think it’s about that time
(Hold up, Wop, you made this?)
Ayo, point that gun in the other direction
I’m only remindin’ you of what you already know
And that’s one thing, indie tribe save lives
Yeah
You heard?

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Ay, Dyllie, gave my heart to the race but now I’m pacin’ it
Saw the elephant in the room but now I’m cagin’ it
Almost sold my soul to machine but now I’m ragin’ it
Then I almost gave up my dream, but now I’m prayin’ it
Don’t shoot the messenger, please, I’m just relayin’ it

[Interlude 1]
Hello? Yes we have it. Come through, man. Dang! Okay then. Always callin’ this number!

[Verse 1: Jon Keith]
Okay, in my element, found my residence
Heaven sent, what y’all worship?
Dead Presidents
I was just another kid tryna find relevance
Then it hit- lightbulb, mm, Edison
White Jesus couldn’t free us
I had to find Yeshua, America deceived us, yuh
I walked away from bread to eat beats
Now my lettuce gettin’ stacked
God said, “Say cheese!”
They appalled, I’m appeased, boy
Look at me, boy!
I’m mean without livin’ drip, I’m just a sea, boy
Your whole life, TikTokin’ like e-boys
And my whole wife poppin’, she a dream

[Interlude 2: DJ Mykael V]
Ayo, this what we doin’ now?
Ay, don’t look at me, I’m just tellin’ you what they told me!
Tryna help you out!

[Verse 2: nobigdyl.]
Don’t shoot, look, ay
I saw you change a little bit to get a little change (A little change)
Compromise a little bit to get a little fame (A little fame)
In public you holy, in private, are you still the same? (Shoo)
Who are you really when temple hit the pillowcase? (Who are you for real?)
Didn’t like the business plan, label me a simpleton
Back and forth, over net, what is that? Wimbledon (Wimbledon )
What you say? What you live? That should be a synonym
Don’t kill the messenger, the message what offended them (True)
A friend that’s willin’ to check ya is gonna build ya (Shoo)
Scriptures say the kisses from enemies gonna kill you
I couldn’t keep it quiet just to keep the money right
Especially when the mother and the wife caught a funny vibe (Yeah, funny vibe)
In the Waffle House tryna get one on the sunny side (Alright)
Waitress with the vibes tryna get up in the photo
Texts from the lawyer said the compromise a no go (What)
Friend turned to foe, man that’s feelin’ like a lowblow (Lowblow)

[Verse 3: Mogli the Iceburg]
Yeah, mustang, pull up, whole tribe hopped out
Lived a lot of life since back recordin’ in my pops house
Spent a lot of nights awake, wrestlin’ with my doubts
Took a couple bruises but we got a lot online now, yeah
Someone tell Klyde, I can’t find where my chain went
I’ma need another pack or I’ma start complainin’
I might pack up everything and hoof it back to Canaan
I just live life but to you it’s entertainment
Cookin’ up that bottle full of henney at the Grammies type beat
This Miami in the summer, rockin’ denim type heat
This that hit me with that sucker punch, I’m still on my feet
Planted on the concrete
If you build somebody else’s dreams, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Our festival is poppin’ like some onomatopoeia
I started doin’ dishes but got paid for my ideas
Indie tribe, no we ain’t gon drift apart like Pangea
[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
Oh, this what we doin’ now?
Look, I’ma tell you the message that they told me to tell you
And it reads as follows:
Ahem
“Envy? It don’t look good on you.”