We're Famous
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Che-che-che-check it
This is for all those super scientifical, uh, "Geniuses" turned "Underground Thug", who think Hip Hop is Dead but can't get their fucking style out of '94
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
I'm ready
Alright
I said I'm ready
We have a whole lotta superstar
I've got like-
No we didn't
I've got some shit that I gotta get off my chest, man
I've been sitting here being quiet for a long time, man
(We're-)A lotta motherfucker been talking a lotta shit
Don't know shit (wrong man, wrong mouth, wrong time)
Far be it from me, but-
But I'ma have to break shit down real fucking simple for you (do it then)
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
Every time 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 fuck" 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
Preposterous sonics 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 way before the four you had laced in
And I was taught to be patient (why?)
Only f- switch they 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
While half of the critics claim it 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 fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
New slang, new thought, new sound
Who's heart you thought you had?
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
So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about
Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one
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 f- used to send me their demos
I'm 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 of you to continue my nerd rap
Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
And 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
Know what I'm saying, Aes?
That's the one right there
It's funny watching jerks blow up and all the fucking cats flown
Where's my voice? We buzzing out
(Alright) Pointing fingers, kicking their feet, kicking the dirt (alright)
Looking down at the ground, the funny part about it is- (Oh, you hate my face)
Tell them, hey, I'm right here (cats are doing exactly what they wanna do)
We right here, where you at? (we don't fucking change our music for anybody)
And still punch you in your shit
Check it
For the best in the vendor biz
1-800-Lazerface
Leave the last "C.E." off for Craps and buy them Haterade
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
Tugboat, tug up through that 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-dogging a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure watch
I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
And still know the time when you record flops
Now this is on a sick with it factor
Exhibit A. E. S., Genesis of the klepto reactor
Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash
After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (cool)
Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk Buttermakers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit
Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch 'em
Pockmark ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, rรฉsumรฉ 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 fuck'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 evolving 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 kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
Look, I'm done
B-boy, feed that to the needy
Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D
Easy
This is for all those super scientifical, uh, "Geniuses" turned "Underground Thug", who think Hip Hop is Dead but can't get their fucking style out of '94
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
Point to us like we're not hip hop
I'm ready
Alright
I said I'm ready
We have a whole lotta superstar
I've got like-
No we didn't
I've got some shit that I gotta get off my chest, man
I've been sitting here being quiet for a long time, man
(We're-)A lotta motherfucker been talking a lotta shit
Don't know shit (wrong man, wrong mouth, wrong time)
Far be it from me, but-
But I'ma have to break shit down real fucking simple for you (do it then)
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
Every time 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 fuck" 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
Preposterous sonics 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 way before the four you had laced in
And I was taught to be patient (why?)
Only f- switch they 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
While half of the critics claim it 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 fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
New slang, new thought, new sound
Who's heart you thought you had?
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
So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about
Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one
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 f- used to send me their demos
I'm 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 of you to continue my nerd rap
Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
And 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
Know what I'm saying, Aes?
That's the one right there
It's funny watching jerks blow up and all the fucking cats flown
Where's my voice? We buzzing out
(Alright) Pointing fingers, kicking their feet, kicking the dirt (alright)
Looking down at the ground, the funny part about it is- (Oh, you hate my face)
Tell them, hey, I'm right here (cats are doing exactly what they wanna do)
We right here, where you at? (we don't fucking change our music for anybody)
And still punch you in your shit
Check it
For the best in the vendor biz
1-800-Lazerface
Leave the last "C.E." off for Craps and buy them Haterade
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
Tugboat, tug up through that 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-dogging a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure watch
I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
And still know the time when you record flops
Now this is on a sick with it factor
Exhibit A. E. S., Genesis of the klepto reactor
Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash
After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (cool)
Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk Buttermakers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit
Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch 'em
Pockmark ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, rรฉsumรฉ 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 fuck'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 evolving 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 kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
Look, I'm done
B-boy, feed that to the needy
Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D
Easy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] Che-che-che-check it
[00:01.07] This is for all those super scientifical, uh, "Geniuses" turned "Underground Thug", who think Hip Hop is Dead but can't get their fucking style out of '94
[00:08.12] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:10.60] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:11.34] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:12.45] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:15.04] I'm ready
[00:16.48] Alright
[00:17.23] I said I'm ready
[00:18.92] We have a whole lotta superstar
[00:22.15] I've got like-
[00:23.91] No we didn't
[00:24.78] I've got some shit that I gotta get off my chest, man
[00:26.97] I've been sitting here being quiet for a long time, man
[00:29.33] (We're-)A lotta motherfucker been talking a lotta shit
[00:33.23] Don't know shit (wrong man, wrong mouth, wrong time)
[00:39.33] Far be it from me, but-
[00:41.22] But I'ma have to break shit down real fucking simple for you (do it then)
[00:47.40] I brought that genuine shit in '96
[00:49.82] Before you knew the underground or independent existed
[00:52.74] I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
[00:55.48] After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
[00:58.66] No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
[01:01.52] Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
[01:04.42] A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
[01:07.08] Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
[01:10.29] Every time I prescribe a new pill, revolution
[01:12.51] Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
[01:15.63] Arrogant, unafraid, shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
[01:19.57] "Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks
[01:21.66] Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
[01:24.30] Screaming out "Independent as fuck" with an insane tongue
[01:27.33] With an indelible squad of design monsters
[01:29.99] Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
[01:33.09] So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
[01:36.06] Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
[01:38.94] Preposterous sonics taking the world hostage
[01:41.53] Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
[01:44.45] Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
[01:47.48] Where cats was like, "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin'"
[01:50.35] Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
[01:52.99] So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
[01:55.99] So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences
[01:58.83] Waiting way before the four you had laced in
[02:01.56] And I was taught to be patient (why?)
[02:03.61] Only f- switch they shit up just to get famous
[02:07.38] So when I finally blew up I remained sick
[02:10.29] Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
[02:12.82] Back when the independent scene remained faceless
[02:15.87] We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
[02:18.70] Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
[02:21.65] Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
[02:24.34] Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
[02:26.95] Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
[02:29.97] That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
[02:33.07] While half of the critics claim it every year (hip-hop's over)
[02:35.74] Fuck you, hip-hop just started
[02:38.47] It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
[02:41.67] But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
[02:44.28] Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
[02:47.44] New slang, new thought, new sound
[02:49.54] Who's heart you thought you had?
[02:50.98] You clown, you don't, you drown
[02:52.76] I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
[02:55.62] I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns
[02:58.38] You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds
[03:01.32] So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
[03:04.26] My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about
[03:07.40] Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one
[03:09.87] And even though they were soft they had fun
[03:12.74] But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from
[03:15.46] Some of these f- used to send me their demos
[03:18.67] I'm keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
[03:21.31] But since they had no identity from the start
[03:24.29] They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part
[03:27.13] They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
[03:30.82] Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old
[03:33.08] I'll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerd rap
[03:35.63] Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
[03:38.83] Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
[03:41.24] Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
[03:44.54] I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
[03:48.29] And ya'll trying to chase me
[03:50.19] You don't innovate because you can't innovate
[03:52.60] It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
[03:55.76] Keep your identity crisis under the table
[03:58.66] I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
[04:03.44] Know what I'm saying, Aes?
[04:04.25] That's the one right there
[04:05.05] It's funny watching jerks blow up and all the fucking cats flown
[04:07.12] Where's my voice? We buzzing out
[04:09.17] (Alright) Pointing fingers, kicking their feet, kicking the dirt (alright)
[04:11.99] Looking down at the ground, the funny part about it is- (Oh, you hate my face)
[04:16.31] Tell them, hey, I'm right here (cats are doing exactly what they wanna do)
[04:19.05] We right here, where you at? (we don't fucking change our music for anybody)
[04:21.70] And still punch you in your shit
[04:23.97] Check it
[04:24.77] For the best in the vendor biz
[04:26.77] 1-800-Lazerface
[04:27.58] Leave the last "C.E." off for Craps and buy them Haterade
[04:30.24] Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
[04:33.60] Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
[04:36.13] Tugboat, tug up through that brutal dirt first
[04:38.41] The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
[04:41.42] Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
[04:44.44] The revolution will not be apologized for
[04:46.75] Warbucks, exlex, megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
[04:50.75] While my dick's raw-dogging a style magnet
[04:53.11] Fraggle rock your four figure watch
[04:55.37] I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
[04:56.99] And still know the time when you record flops
[04:58.76] Now this is on a sick with it factor
[05:00.69] Exhibit A. E. S., Genesis of the klepto reactor
[05:04.17] Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash
[05:07.06] After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
[05:09.98] Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (cool)
[05:12.15] Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk Buttermakers
[05:15.82] That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit
[05:18.82] Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch 'em
[05:21.49] Pockmark ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
[05:24.48] Come soak in it, rรฉsumรฉ sturdy composer soldier bliss
[05:27.34] Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
[05:30.07] Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
[05:32.95] All city legity critter, bark with me
[05:35.85] All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins
[05:39.31] Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
[05:43.17] Your own private apocalypse
[05:44.71] Honor it
[05:45.88] For fuck's sake
[05:46.33] Original
[05:47.49] Wild fly
[05:48.21] You wanna read the nile?
[05:48.94] I twitch easy reader
[05:50.32] Father it
[05:51.11] I will, dog
[05:51.97] Original
[05:52.66] Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
[05:55.86] And money is an ugly god we all fall for
[05:58.51] I got land mammal, cannibal, natural evolving squackbox
[06:01.27] That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
[06:04.42] It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
[06:07.40] Puff the magic komodo bitch
[06:09.64] Rappers stuffed kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
[06:12.82] Look, I'm done
[06:13.98] B-boy, feed that to the needy
[06:16.10] Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D
[06:18.20] Easy
[06:19.52]
[00:01.07] This is for all those super scientifical, uh, "Geniuses" turned "Underground Thug", who think Hip Hop is Dead but can't get their fucking style out of '94
[00:08.12] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:10.60] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:11.34] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:12.45] Point to us like we're not hip hop
[00:15.04] I'm ready
[00:16.48] Alright
[00:17.23] I said I'm ready
[00:18.92] We have a whole lotta superstar
[00:22.15] I've got like-
[00:23.91] No we didn't
[00:24.78] I've got some shit that I gotta get off my chest, man
[00:26.97] I've been sitting here being quiet for a long time, man
[00:29.33] (We're-)A lotta motherfucker been talking a lotta shit
[00:33.23] Don't know shit (wrong man, wrong mouth, wrong time)
[00:39.33] Far be it from me, but-
[00:41.22] But I'ma have to break shit down real fucking simple for you (do it then)
[00:47.40] I brought that genuine shit in '96
[00:49.82] Before you knew the underground or independent existed
[00:52.74] I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
[00:55.48] After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
[00:58.66] No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
[01:01.52] Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
[01:04.42] A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
[01:07.08] Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
[01:10.29] Every time I prescribe a new pill, revolution
[01:12.51] Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
[01:15.63] Arrogant, unafraid, shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
[01:19.57] "Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks
[01:21.66] Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
[01:24.30] Screaming out "Independent as fuck" with an insane tongue
[01:27.33] With an indelible squad of design monsters
[01:29.99] Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
[01:33.09] So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
[01:36.06] Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
[01:38.94] Preposterous sonics taking the world hostage
[01:41.53] Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
[01:44.45] Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
[01:47.48] Where cats was like, "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin'"
[01:50.35] Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
[01:52.99] So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
[01:55.99] So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences
[01:58.83] Waiting way before the four you had laced in
[02:01.56] And I was taught to be patient (why?)
[02:03.61] Only f- switch they shit up just to get famous
[02:07.38] So when I finally blew up I remained sick
[02:10.29] Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
[02:12.82] Back when the independent scene remained faceless
[02:15.87] We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
[02:18.70] Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
[02:21.65] Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
[02:24.34] Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
[02:26.95] Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
[02:29.97] That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
[02:33.07] While half of the critics claim it every year (hip-hop's over)
[02:35.74] Fuck you, hip-hop just started
[02:38.47] It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
[02:41.67] But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
[02:44.28] Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
[02:47.44] New slang, new thought, new sound
[02:49.54] Who's heart you thought you had?
[02:50.98] You clown, you don't, you drown
[02:52.76] I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
[02:55.62] I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns
[02:58.38] You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds
[03:01.32] So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
[03:04.26] My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about
[03:07.40] Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one
[03:09.87] And even though they were soft they had fun
[03:12.74] But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from
[03:15.46] Some of these f- used to send me their demos
[03:18.67] I'm keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
[03:21.31] But since they had no identity from the start
[03:24.29] They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part
[03:27.13] They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
[03:30.82] Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old
[03:33.08] I'll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerd rap
[03:35.63] Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
[03:38.83] Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
[03:41.24] Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
[03:44.54] I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
[03:48.29] And ya'll trying to chase me
[03:50.19] You don't innovate because you can't innovate
[03:52.60] It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
[03:55.76] Keep your identity crisis under the table
[03:58.66] I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
[04:03.44] Know what I'm saying, Aes?
[04:04.25] That's the one right there
[04:05.05] It's funny watching jerks blow up and all the fucking cats flown
[04:07.12] Where's my voice? We buzzing out
[04:09.17] (Alright) Pointing fingers, kicking their feet, kicking the dirt (alright)
[04:11.99] Looking down at the ground, the funny part about it is- (Oh, you hate my face)
[04:16.31] Tell them, hey, I'm right here (cats are doing exactly what they wanna do)
[04:19.05] We right here, where you at? (we don't fucking change our music for anybody)
[04:21.70] And still punch you in your shit
[04:23.97] Check it
[04:24.77] For the best in the vendor biz
[04:26.77] 1-800-Lazerface
[04:27.58] Leave the last "C.E." off for Craps and buy them Haterade
[04:30.24] Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
[04:33.60] Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
[04:36.13] Tugboat, tug up through that brutal dirt first
[04:38.41] The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
[04:41.42] Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
[04:44.44] The revolution will not be apologized for
[04:46.75] Warbucks, exlex, megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
[04:50.75] While my dick's raw-dogging a style magnet
[04:53.11] Fraggle rock your four figure watch
[04:55.37] I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
[04:56.99] And still know the time when you record flops
[04:58.76] Now this is on a sick with it factor
[05:00.69] Exhibit A. E. S., Genesis of the klepto reactor
[05:04.17] Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash
[05:07.06] After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
[05:09.98] Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (cool)
[05:12.15] Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk Buttermakers
[05:15.82] That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit
[05:18.82] Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch 'em
[05:21.49] Pockmark ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
[05:24.48] Come soak in it, rรฉsumรฉ sturdy composer soldier bliss
[05:27.34] Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
[05:30.07] Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
[05:32.95] All city legity critter, bark with me
[05:35.85] All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins
[05:39.31] Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
[05:43.17] Your own private apocalypse
[05:44.71] Honor it
[05:45.88] For fuck's sake
[05:46.33] Original
[05:47.49] Wild fly
[05:48.21] You wanna read the nile?
[05:48.94] I twitch easy reader
[05:50.32] Father it
[05:51.11] I will, dog
[05:51.97] Original
[05:52.66] Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
[05:55.86] And money is an ugly god we all fall for
[05:58.51] I got land mammal, cannibal, natural evolving squackbox
[06:01.27] That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
[06:04.42] It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
[06:07.40] Puff the magic komodo bitch
[06:09.64] Rappers stuffed kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
[06:12.82] Look, I'm done
[06:13.98] B-boy, feed that to the needy
[06:16.10] Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D
[06:18.20] Easy
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