Black Thought, Danger Mouse - Close To Famous lyrics
[Black Thought, Danger Mouse - Close To Famous lyrics]
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
Fuck 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 motherfuckers 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
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
Fuck 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 motherfuckers 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