Fame

If I craft a beat and kill it
Would you hold a candlelight vigil
Press charges for murder and point
"There's the man that did it!"? (There he is!)
"Let him rot in jail for the way that he hurt her!" (Get him!)
Right now is the dawn of a new age
If an artist like me takes center stage
Can I fill your hearts with hope and rage?
Would you read me on repeat, or just turn the page?
I'm a rhythm mage, brain so deranged
I'm kinda wack for someone in roasting range
See, I boast so strange and I'm on the run
Because I brutalize a beat, and I do it for fun
For sport, on the court they call me the Drain-O
Into the mic I empty my brain so
Elegantly against the grain so
You can get a hint at how my pain goes

Fame, fame, fortune, gold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Just to move my voice right through the mic
And give the people what they like

Do I have to scream to be famous?
It seems like everybody's screaming and it's such a shame
I'm splitting off like a splinter
Like an icicle in winter
Like a fissure in the Earth
Causing friction with the fame
I'm not really into a life like this
Jewelry, gold bars, and fancy cars
A group of young women to kiss with
And the whole world thinking that they
Know who we are
"I'm a strong man with a finger on the trigger"
Is that what I gotta say to get rich?
I'm not really sure
I'm sometimes insecure
But I know that I'd never smack a
I would never abandon my values
I'm a real one (What? Did he just say that?)
Back against the wall, I'll never run
Like ironing clovers, I always press my luck
Now I'm two verses deep and I won't give up to

Fame, fame, fortune, gold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Just to move my voice right through the mic
And give the people what they like

In real life there's no such thing as static equilibrium
Once set in motion, you can never stop

I am briansuperbrian
Let my wisdom course through you
All genres and styles converge within my voodoo
My wicked ways, my testy haze
All smother your ears when my music plays
It's not just what you say, but how you say it
I am set to stun and set to kill
I am the future
I am not a phase
I am the one with the iron will
All I ever wanna do is live my truth
I'm a hesitant, punk, vigilante youth
The art that I make is so Do-It-Yourself
It's the only way I know to fame and wealth
B-E-L-I-E-V-E
North Anatolian F-A-U-L-T
F-A-M-E-F-A
F-A-M-E-E
F-A-M-E-F-A
F-A-M-E-E
Fame



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Lawrence
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