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