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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #771
Peak in subgenre #83
Author
Farout
Rights
Eric Farlow
Uploaded
September 06, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
Story behind the song
first few words
Lyrics
if you wanna get famous then you should quit
if you wanna get paid, then drop your sh**
its a monument to passion, last in the line eats last
so i laugh just to pass the time, and bleed math
another song about he, he who has the dream
hes breathin steam, and fiendin for the lights
that guides his selfish meaningless
amoeba breath of life he tries to make it like he didn't love his life
he loved his life, he never bandaged bleeding chest
he hopes for it, the feeling of the dripping
he just loves to flip it like a biker
exciting to pine for time of random strangers
man its dangerous, you land the waitress
the band will play the basics
and you can just stand there lookin faceless
i've heard my favorite rappers talk about the competition
well heres my position, i'm just lookin for a pot to piss in
i'ma stop bull sh** tin, i just thought provoke, vote and drop my writtens
at the bottom sittin, on a rotten ship anonymously
floatin...so i heard you wanna float
i heard you wanna throw titles all over my boat
i heard youre gonna grow, grow all over my house
the time to stifle ivy might just might be right f*** in now
if you wanna get famous then you should quit
if you wanna get paid, then drop your sh**
its a monument to passion, last in the line eats last
so i laugh just to pass the time, and bleed math
i see you eyin me up, thinkin and postulatin
why can't they just find a way to make it and stop whinin bout the process
your thoughts just got a little more twisted,
i could give a sh** if i landed it or i missed it
cause this spit that i'm spittin right here in the moment
is the main component i dont think of money when i'm zonin
its the canvas, damandin, you fully understand
i'm gonna rip the stigma, flip and sing a verse to kill the fan
i'm gonna defend the definitive, rep n i'm rippin,
a veteran flippin, the head off your mission,
your better endeavors just never were sh**
i'm endin debates, ahead with the wit.
i'm still the same cat, with the vain spat, laid back same track with little payback
it sucks to mop, f*** the cops, i dont wanna group people up when i say that
but i'll say that again, next show,
cause the pigs throw out an exception
i'm messed in my head cause the best of my threats need attention
attentively, tend to the thought of acension
i wanna mention respect for the heads that are honest and open and hope for the best
when you're copin with stress, you play your odds, step with caution, stay with god
if you wanna get famous then you should quit
if you wanna get paid, then drop your sh**
its a monument to passion, last in the line eats last
so i laugh just to pass the time, and bleed math
its a big world movin too fast
if you dont pay your dues then they'll knock you on your ass
its respect for the class, in effect and the masters
will check you and thrash every dream you ever had
so just quit
