Krs-one - Out For Fame Lyrics
* train whistle *Yo right here, right hereIts right through the fence, right through the fenceJump! * feet landing *Yeah.. right there, right thereThats the 2s and the 5s* bag rustling *Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat capYeah..* train rolls in *Aight * shaking can up *Aight, lets do it now, lets do it now* spray paint *Yeah.. yeah..Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other oneYeah right there* more spray *Front .. page .. entertainment .. groupYeah..Im writin my name, in graffiti on the wall (repeat 8x)* first time, minus Im *Hah! hahahahaAll graffiti artists hold tight, hooo!All graffiti artists hold tight, wordCheck check check it out yallCheck check check check check it out yall[krs-one]I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wackPuttin up my name with a fat capSuckers that want to be in my face I just slap thatBig respect to artifacts, fat joey crack andMack and, bio, and brim come againWith b.g. 183, recognize meWith the mad colors, Im a fiend for spraypaintLaugh if you wanna, I really care if you aintCause you dont me see, and I dont know youBut I do know cope2, he be gettin walls tooIts the underground community of what we call writersWorldwide burners, gettin hotter gettin brighterWhattup nicer, whattup razor, whattup chinoMasta ase in the place, you know we knowMy man rican, my man zorro, taught me how to drawIn the yards of the 5 train and the 4So when Im on tour I represent the hardcoreIm taggin up your blackbook sure, Im out for the fameIm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall (repeat 4x)* first time, minus Im *Yeah, check it out check it out check it out one timeHip-hop music in effect one time[krs-one]When I was growin up, I had no butcher baker candlestick makerI had rubbing alcohol and carbon paperYeah, carbon paper and a blackboard eraserGot me chased in the bus yards, with rican and nazerHistorically speakin, cause people be dissinThe first graffiti artists in the world were the egyptiansWriting on the walls, mixing characters with lettersTo tell the graphic story about their life, howeverToday we do the same thing, with how we rap and drawWe call it hardcore, they call it breakin the lawThere used to be a time when rap music was illegalThe cops would come and break up every party when they see youBut now the rap musics making money for the corporateIts acceptable to flaunt it, now everybodys on itGraffiti isnt corporate so it gets no respectHasnt made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, soIn the name of phase2, stay high, pre-streetsGrab your cans and hit the streets, Im out for fameIm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall (repeat 6x)Yeah, hip-hop culture in the house one timeAll graffiti artists in the house one timeYeah..Biggin up the other side things here yallThe visual, not your video (check it out)[krs-one]Im livin in the city, inner city not a farmSteady bombin til I get fatigue in my armWatchin for the beast cause many artists they shot emAnd beat em in the yards, while doin a top to bottomSo pass me a can, not of old goldBut full blue, sky blue, watch me unfoldWith the cold burner, of names you mighta heard ofLike fab 5 freddy, sam severWord to the wise, futura 2000 recognizeNation of creation, g man come aliveCheckin out revolt and zephyrMy man easy, and rembrandt, mitch 77Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dallyBig up and respect to con art in caliThe soul artists, the rebels, the rascals, 3ybUnited artists, tat and dondiYes the other side of hip-hop is representin the visualToys we be dissin you, Im out for fameIm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall (repeat 10x)Hip-hop in the house one timeVideo graf in the house one timeAll graffiti artists in the house dig the rhymePut up your nine, put up your nine, yeah!Fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-fiveYou suckers!!!!
