Close to Famous

Ayo, don't even worry 'bout it, my legendary styling 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 flowing out Made it hard to figure how y'all managed to go without it A mic with a cord, I never do a show without it When dealing 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 holding out, clips folding 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 Fuck all the runaround, you on a hunting 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 spitting, 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 modeling and wild styling's in the wind like an allergen Y'all motherfuckers could forget about challenging I blind rappers like a magnified halogen You tryna tussle with the truth, how about it then? I am light-years 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 flying, stop signifying Stop speaking into the mic and die dignified I'm that insecticide, pesticide, genocide You in the morgue, absolutely identified