Tenn Buick - Indiana Jones

{Intro}

Yo...
Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones nigga...

{Verse 1}

I just want the type of life where I’m in Rio for the weekend
I ain't the type of rapper that’ll talk without speaking
Recognition for my rhymes is all that I'm seeking
When I get invited to the Grammys, I'mma still sneak in
'Cause I ain't gon' change with a chunk of change
And I ain't gon' play with a bunch of lames
See the whole damn net go up in flames, my album must be leaking
I just wanna be in the top MC list, reppin' Queens when they speak of me
Dude’s no joke, all his lines are quotes, and his flow’s so dope they fuckin' love me
Love to hate me, hate to love me, when I’m done you will respect me
I'mma have this rap game all shook up, just call a nigga Elvis Presley
Yeah, just remember that I said it
And when you hear that real shit you better gimme credit (nigga)
I'm just gettin' here and I plan to stay
I'm watchin' UFC ringside at Mandalay Bay
I'm in a bad whip with bad chicks in Los Angeles
I don't trust you with this whip, nigga, fuck a valet

{Hook}

Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones
Swear to God, y'all should leave this man alone
I'm a raider of the lost art
And I'm a fuckin' all star

Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones
Swear to God, y'all should leave this man alone
I'm a raider of the lost art
And I'm a fuckin' all star

{Verse 2}

You ain't heard about Tenn? You out the loop, kid
Extra extra, read all about the scoop kid
You don’t know by now you ignorant, you stupid
You should get out more but you scared to leave you Stoop Kid
Yeah, you're steady watchin' your back
Ain't nobody bumpin' your tracks
I’m here to pick up your slack
Lookin' at the Rorschach, all I see is more stacks
Yeah, hatin' on me 'cause your life’s shitty
If a nigga wanna try me, always got the knife with me
From the streets of Gotham all the way to Vice City
Try'na see some nice titties, by the way your wife’s pretty
Yeah, I'm chillin' with a pair of dimes
When it come to mackin', nigga I'm the paradigm
I would love to teach you, I can't really spare the time
Your style don't compare to mine, somethin' you should bear in mind

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{Verse 3}

T-E-double-N the most sadistic, rhymes so vile, and the flow’s ballistic
Mind so twisted, fuck with this kid, piss me off ,man you don't wanna risk it
No time for retakes, fuck these tracks up 'til I can't see straight
Better not cross me, accuse me falsely, I'm Indiana Jones I don't fuck with these snakes
And they mad at me, callin' you the best is a fallacy
Flow semi-automatic, spit rapidly, if you want a dope verse I'm the man to see
Yeah, and you niggas chose poorly
Now your career is dyin' surely

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