Epmd - It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame Lyrics
[erick sermon]As the wind sets the mood, its time to let offA sucker tried to play me, the e Im not softIm very hardcore, droppin bombs like warsawIt reminds me, back in 1984When I went to a party with the master planTo step up, and put the mic in my handEverybody was there, from junior high to high schoolsDyin to get busy, because I knew I had the toolsThen I got the heart and went by the setI said, yo, I wanna rock the set yeah no sweatKickin rhymes in the place, people couldnt take itThe style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked itLater on I made a record, and got recognitionEverybodys jockin, now nobodys dissinWritten and produced by the new rap duoYes epmd, now Im known in schoolI see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature featuresThat used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach theTip tip-top and I wont stopTo be the master, in the field of hip-hopI did that, and got a name for myselfThe image of e, and all of my wealthI see my fake friends, but things aint the sameOh what a shame, I diss emWho to blame? it wasnt me it was the .. fame![p] it wasnt me it was the .. fame![parrish smith]Before I cut records I had dreams of livin largeEarnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yardsBut when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughedSaid, you better grab your books and take your behind to classThey said, you couldnt make a record and expect to get paidCause theres too many def rappers in the world todayI said, yo, my name is m.d. and my style is defThey said, your name is parrish son, youre like all the restFrontin you gettin a contract, but then you fessBut when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide openYour head was tilted back that you was almost chokinBut I just lounge, and cool with the fellasLike my roomie d-wade, top notch, and james ellisI never hung with girls, only one and she was mellowFirst name was terry, last name romanelloMy records started sellin then p withdrewFrom the college southern con, known as scsuBut when I often go and visit they say, p bust a rhymeI shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace signThey wanna feel my gold and sport my rolexBut p reply its really nothin, and dont like to flexAnd when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisperYo ps not the same, did you see him diss you?I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brainIt wasnt me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. fame![p] it wasnt me it was the .. fame![erick sermon]Oh!Now you wanna know me, before you wasnt speakinNow you watch yo! mtv raps every weekendJust to see me, the e and the pCoolin out on the scene, with fab 5 freddyBack then you didnt know, that I was determinedTo be a def rapper with the name erick sermonTo be a crowd mover, someone that cause troubleThen I thought, and came up with e doubleI cant forget, how they used to dissSayin he cant rap, because he talks with a lispBut I got paid, now you feel stupidAmazed by the style the sound and how we looped itNow I clock gs, trunk jewels, and star trimsCool around town, and flex my black benzDefinitely hooked up, with the system that cranksLivin well off, with the ? in the bankEpmd, is erick parrish makin dollarsAlways on tour, so you can call us roads/rhodes scholarsYou saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss youI dismissed you, it wasnt me who dissed you, it was the .. fame![e] it wasnt me it was the .. fame![parrish smith]As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythmI use my crazy def talent, that God has givenMe to flow slow, and still live largeTo drop a def lp, and catch mcs off guardBecause my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mallBut on the s.t., the sneak tip, they prayed for my downfallI used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumbleThey got lucky on strictly biz but watch the next one crumbleMy father always told me to wisen up sonCause if you hung with nine broke friends, youre bound to be the 10th oneSo I cut my friends off, and p went for selfMe and erick sermon, and no one elseStrictly writin def lyrics to my best abilityWith the crazy imagination as my only utilityCause mcs around my way brag how def they areBut now they workin full time, and sharin their moms carsAlways frontin to the girls, how hard you can rockBut you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clockYeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to haltBut dont blame us, blame god, its his faultFor assistin us on the mission of a point of no returnTo do a crab mc, who did not learnNow when youre hot youre hot, and when youre not youre notAnd when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spotSo next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respectBetween me and you sonny, straight up, Im like deathI cooled on the run tour, with flavor and chuckJazzy jeff and the fresh prince but I guess that was luckI did shows in crazy countries, like europe and franceCopenhagen, denmark, and amsterdamI even been to our country, that they call africaKeep your eyes on your girl, cause pll be watchin around theTick tickn, yo check out p rippinA new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickinFlows and echoes, that sound exactBut youre rhymin in circles, and you aint sayin jackSo take it in stride, by the way Im still the sameFirst name is still parrish, sues my girl, nuttin changedYou insist I act funny, but whos to blame?It wasnt yo! mtv raps, the money, or soul trainIt was the .. fame![p] it wasnt me it was the .. fame!* dj k. la boss cuts up fame! *[erick and parrish talk to outro]