We're Famous

I brought that genuine shit in '96

Before you knew the underground or independent existed

I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick

After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit

No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging

Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering

A hardcore poetic informed without burglary

Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me

Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution

Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution

Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks

"Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks

Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from

Screaming out "Independent as f**k" with an insane tongue

With an indelible squad of design monsters

Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters

So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus

Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit

Imposterous son is taking the world hostage

Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress

Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn

Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."

Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine

So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in

So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences

Waiting ready for the four you had laced in

And I was taught to wait patient (Why?)

Only faggots make shit up just to get famous

So when I finally blew up I remained sick

Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement

Back when the independent scene remained faceless

We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it

Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix

Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels

Hold it sacred, living it for the culture

Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures

That's why I always get respect from true soldiers

That laugh at the critics claiming every year: "Hip hop's over."

FUCK YOU, hip hop just started

It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it

But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it

Then humbly move the f**k on and come with that new retarded shit

New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you hang

You clown, you don't, you drown

I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds

I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns

You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds

Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down

My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin about

Comic books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1

And even though they were soft they had fun

But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from

Some of these faggots used to send me their demos

Keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels

But since they had no identity from the start

They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part

They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold

Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old

I'll slap the shit out you to continue my nerd rap

Making this money fist over fist, f**k what you heard

Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages

Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit

But i've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once

At ya'll trying to chase me

You don't innovate because you can't innovate

It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys

Keep your identity crisis under the table

I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous

Check it

For the best in the bendor biz

1-800-Lazerface

Leave the last CE-Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade

Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed

Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds

Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt first

The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt

Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore

The revolution will not be apologized for

Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant

While my dick's raw-dogg in a style magnet

Fraggle rock your four figure watch

I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands

And still know the time when you record flops

And this is on a sick with it factor

Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto reactor

Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cast

After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back

Baby, you ain't felt the collect? (Coooool)

Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers

That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him

Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal point

Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss

Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias

Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices

All city legity critter, bark with me

All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins

Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships

Your own private apocalypse

Honor it

For f**k's sake

Original

Wild fly

You wanna read the nile, I twitch easy reader

Father it

I will, dog

Original

Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher

And money is an ugly god we all fall for

I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival squackbox

That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit

It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did

Puff the magic komodo bitch

Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit

Look, I'm done

B-boy, feed that to the needy

Shut your liquor hole, f**k you in 3D

Easy