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Close to Famous

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Lyricist : Brian Joseph Burton/Tarik Trotter

Composer : Brian Joseph Burton/Tarik Trotter

Ayo, don't even worry 'bout it, my legendary stylin'

Between Harry Belafonte and Harry Allen

I'm from a city where it's violent and it's overcrowded

I put it on the map, y'all ain't even know about it

I brought the poet out it, the soul flowin' out

Made it hard to figure how y'all managed to go without it

A mic with a chord, I never do a show without it

When dealin' with force, I lift 'em up and throw 'em out

I know the way to go the route, show you what a soldier 'bout

Big boy arms, I'm holdin' out, clips foldin' out

Used to be a lil' snot nose, but I'm older now

You can try what you want, I'll show you what I don't allow

**** all the runaround, you on a huntin' ground

You spit a hundred bars, I spit a hundred rounds

You run a hundred yards tryna get out of bounds

That's when I tackle y'all and show you how the thunder sounds

Bang ya as we approach the danger

With beats that awoke the anger

And I ain't know the music was supposed to change us

But when I start spittin', this shit is so contagious

It smokes the pages

I literally spoke to sages

They said it's no hope to save us

'Cause we the bad guys, you supposed to blame us

But nowadays, everybody close to famous

But stop modelin' and wild styling's in the wind like an allergen

Y'all mother****ers could forget about challengin'

I blind rappers like a magnified halogen

You tryna tussle with the truth, how about it then?

I am lightyears beyond, not behind the line

I'm what separates dumb from truly divine

Get me a Crystal Head vodka with a twist of lime

Then watch rappers get smoked like a nick of thyme

I will bring it to your doorstep, pick a time

I will put you in a body bag, kick a rhyme

Niggas sick, but they not near as sick as I am

Rappers is slick, but they not near slick as I am

I don't give a flyin', stop signifyin'

Stop speakin' into the mic and die dignified

I'm that insecticide, pesticide, genocide

You in the morgue, absolutely identified

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