Andy Mineo - "I Swear, This Is Not an André 3000 Diss Song" (Official Video)

The tenth song from "The And" project. "I Swear, This Is Not an André 3000 Diss Song" by Andy Mineo under Miner League Recordings & Tapes Stream/Download here: https://stem.ffm.to/iswearthisisnotanandre3000disssong Directed by Delgis Jose Mustafa and Andy Mineo Edited by Jonny Clay and Delgis Jose Mustafa Shot by Alejandro Ramos Makeup and Hair by Cristina Mineo Lead Puppeteer by Alexander Hudson Puppeteer by Jimez Alexander Color Corrected by Greyson A Welch for Cedar Creative Wardrobe and Art Department by Delgis Jose Mustafa and Blaine Taylor Produced by Malike Baptiste Co-produced by Andy Mineo, Blaine Taylor, and Delgis Jose Mustafa Additional Flute by Zawadi Morrow Mixed & Mastered by Blaine Taylor Recorded at Miner League Studios https://www.instagram.com/andymineo https://www.tiktok.com/@therealandymineo https://www.twitter.com/AndyMineo https://www.facebook.com/andymineo Are we out of time? I swear I want to like this Andre album. When they announced it, I got all excited. This artist I’ve admired is finally out of hiding. Somehow, he got inspired then decided it’s time to break his silence, but he told us that he’s staying silent. Playing flute instead of rhyming I’m like, “yeah, okay, that’s cool, I’m behind it.“ Something different, but something’s missing. It felt way off. Felt like watching Jordan play baseball. Then I got suspicious. Like, Andre. Did you let your inner critic win? Did you convince yourself that you isn’t him? Do you got hard drives full of hidden gems? Locked behind computers and won’t let us in? And listen, you don’t have to. Yeah, I get it, man. But who am I supposed to listen to? Lil who? Or another rapper with ghost writers Who only asset is that they visual? With all due respect, I’m sorta pissed at you. Cause I’ve been hearing things you said in interviews. And it’s got me a bit confused. Saying you too old to bring something new. That isn’t true. But who am I supposed to listen to? I’d rather hear from an old you than just be stuck with hearing all your old tunes. But who am I? Just one of your pupils who got student pride. Sometimes, it feel like you dead, but you alive. I just pray before the day that you truly fly. You feel like the gift God gave you was fully utilized. And maybe this is foolish pride. Like, what do I think I’m doing? I’m just a stranger out here asking this man for new music. And you never listen to nobody except yourself so I know this is useless. You dropped “Hey Ya“ at the height of G-Unit. And man, that’s gangsta. You the ultimate non-conformist. You kept pushing boundaries — exploring. You taught us normal is boring. That’s the thing I love about you the most. You reinvented yourself. You raised the bar on what you expect of yourself. But maybe, the bar got so high that you can’t even reach it. Unsatisfied, start calling all your heaters decent then you don’t release it. Honestly, it’s hard to believe cause I heard all your features. You got Killer Mike a grammy. Man, that joint was recent. And look, no disrespect to him, either, but dawg, you tweakin. This all speculation, I don’t know the reason, either. But my guess is that it’s pressure. It’s probably easier to be a flute player than one of the greatest rappers ever, ever. And I know I’m sounding critical, but if I’m coming clean This got more to do with me and isn’t you. Cause you’re an artist I aspire to. Now you gone and retired. I think my deepest fear is that I see myself inside of you. It been three years and I’ve been quiet too. And all this time, I’ve been inside the stu. Everything I cook up feel meh, like it’s kinda cool. Got me really thinking like, “man, maybe my time is through.“ And you got nothing left to prove. I’m still playing festivals to pay my team and fund the dreams that I’m yet to execute. And everyday I’m less enthused to write a rhyme or bless the booth. Every thought ain’t fresh and new Like when I was twenty-two. When music was the place I would express it through. I was fighting for respect. Rapping like the rent was due. I wanted the world to love me. Now a couple friends will do. Tell the truth, are these the thoughts you had? Is where you at where I’m headed to? So, every year that I ain’t heard from you, the insecurities I’m working through feel like, for sure, they’re true. So please don’t take it personal, but you moved on from rap, And I don’t think I got the courage to. But keep your heart, 3 stacks. Keep your heart. Share your art, 3 stacks. Share your art. Share your thoughts, 3 stacks. Share your thoughts. If I could be anyone, I’d be me. Yeah yeah. If I could be anyone, I’d be me. Yeah yeah. Maybe, I’ll start, 3 stacks. Maybe I’ll start. Maybe, I’ll start, 3 stacks. Maybe I’ll start. Maybe I’ll start. #andymineo #iswearthisisnotanandre3000disssong #hiphop