International Songtext
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International Songtext
Cell phone my manager, via email I book tours
Never met Vincent, I opened my own doors
Guerilla strategy, employment what I nominate
Independent artist, this climate seldom does accommodate
Government to regulate, business to a Ronnie wait
More oval like a woman when she ovulates
Abominate, we′ll dominate, I'm ill like Obama say
But off the radar like I′m dipped in stealth bomber paint
Without complaint I take direction many writers take
Export compositions outside the United States
And many times they still spin in vinyl plates
I'll make Japan charts before you count down at eight
I don't hate but them playlists can cause distress
I must confess, their rhymes hardly ever fresh
Not boastin, it′s passion and it′s eloquentness
Zone coastin international like LONS
Lock it down where I dwell with plans to sell
In the Caribbean motherland and Japan as well
International, frequent flyer, inspired
Twelve inches sold separately, some assembly required
Now I guess since I ain't tryna sign no major deal
I get respect like my last name was Dangerfield
Guerilla by design, slow grind, spit rhymes
Consigned by minds which push paradigms
Underground aesthetics while I′m bumpin in your stereo
The strive to be aboveground like New Orleans burials
Aerial as I travel for mic handling
Homie sleepin on my work as if they overdosed on Ambien
Guerilla indie grind until something gives
Kiss Jam Q or wherever hip hop lives
Ain't payin no attention ′less I'm payin for a mention
And that practice don′t allow me to muster up a pension
During aircraft ascension, take one last look
Stoppin nearly every page in my passport book
From stateside to worldwide, it's always an honor
International top rockin like Atiya and Donna
Worldwide, got DJs spinnin the plates
While I'm collectin sky miles like secretaries of state
Jet set, jet lag, touch down, get bags
Custom check and I take two stops
To Port of Spain, that′s where he had to wire checks
And cash it in the in a Trini dialect
Intent to be the illest while I′m makin these records
But I'm moonlightin like Bruce Willis in Civil Shepherd
The 9 to 5 tension make aspirations erode
Opportunity meets rep, I′m tourin the globe
Get caught up in the politics of area code
You can miss your callin like your life on airplane mode
Back on the road, stay tourin and securin dates
With my DJ rockin breaks in your city state
From the wilderness to motherland to occident
It ain't stoppin ′til we rockin every continent
Never met Vincent, I opened my own doors
Guerilla strategy, employment what I nominate
Independent artist, this climate seldom does accommodate
Government to regulate, business to a Ronnie wait
More oval like a woman when she ovulates
Abominate, we′ll dominate, I'm ill like Obama say
But off the radar like I′m dipped in stealth bomber paint
Without complaint I take direction many writers take
Export compositions outside the United States
And many times they still spin in vinyl plates
I'll make Japan charts before you count down at eight
I don't hate but them playlists can cause distress
I must confess, their rhymes hardly ever fresh
Not boastin, it′s passion and it′s eloquentness
Zone coastin international like LONS
Lock it down where I dwell with plans to sell
In the Caribbean motherland and Japan as well
International, frequent flyer, inspired
Twelve inches sold separately, some assembly required
Now I guess since I ain't tryna sign no major deal
I get respect like my last name was Dangerfield
Guerilla by design, slow grind, spit rhymes
Consigned by minds which push paradigms
Underground aesthetics while I′m bumpin in your stereo
The strive to be aboveground like New Orleans burials
Aerial as I travel for mic handling
Homie sleepin on my work as if they overdosed on Ambien
Guerilla indie grind until something gives
Kiss Jam Q or wherever hip hop lives
Ain't payin no attention ′less I'm payin for a mention
And that practice don′t allow me to muster up a pension
During aircraft ascension, take one last look
Stoppin nearly every page in my passport book
From stateside to worldwide, it's always an honor
International top rockin like Atiya and Donna
Worldwide, got DJs spinnin the plates
While I'm collectin sky miles like secretaries of state
Jet set, jet lag, touch down, get bags
Custom check and I take two stops
To Port of Spain, that′s where he had to wire checks
And cash it in the in a Trini dialect
Intent to be the illest while I′m makin these records
But I'm moonlightin like Bruce Willis in Civil Shepherd
The 9 to 5 tension make aspirations erode
Opportunity meets rep, I′m tourin the globe
Get caught up in the politics of area code
You can miss your callin like your life on airplane mode
Back on the road, stay tourin and securin dates
With my DJ rockin breaks in your city state
From the wilderness to motherland to occident
It ain't stoppin ′til we rockin every continent
Writer(s): Lenton Tereill Hutton, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Greg O. Mays, Ermias Asghedom, Andre L. Terry, Eloyd L. Britt, Jacob Clark Akerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
