iklipse - Peace to woa cms slow children/
And burning buildings/
Hands to the ceilings/
im wielding /
No longer concealing/
these feeling/
like im toppling/
over the competition jocking me/
yo Indie hip hop too bad its a monstrocity/
of unfelt weeded philosophies/
motivated by none /
cultivated by the gun/
we strung a chord now everybody listening/
we glistening/
like steven/
leaving the greiven/
heathens reapin/
tryin to beat death like bill and ted/
SO i pretend to lend a helping hand/
but in factaa/
my hands gonna slap ya/
and crack ya/
u aint no rappa/
u's a mtv acta/
slacka hacka/
wanksta/
more like a candy wrapper/
but you aint sweet/
like me/
gave u a toothache for weeks/
cuz all you ate was what i speak/
you meek/
i be tough and rough
so yall cant be callin my bluff/
like maverick/
you average/
while i be WAY above/
im that new kid whos face is nameless/
packin an uzi in his waste clip/
screamin im not famous/
to waste kids
verse 2
This song is for the rhymers/
breakers, spinnin doctors, writers.
we should hang like gliders/
Riders till the end/
i dont play pretend/
i dont mend i burn bridges/
u bitches get itches/
left with stitches /
left in ditches/
right the wicked/
march and picket/
can’t hear the cricket/
in the thicket
as we rip it
Give me the mic and I'll spit for days/
not for the pay but for the praise/
I shall amaze/
And have the dead screamin out they graves/
Im not famous
INF, more is better than less
If you wanna get with this say
"I'M NOT FAMOUS"
