LRC歌词
[06:21.00]We're Famous (feat. El-P) - Aesop Rock
[06:21.00]
[El-P]
[06:21.00]I brought that genuine s**t in '96
[06:21.00]Before you knew the underground or independent existed
[06:21.00]I watched the whole scene straight jump on the d**k
[06:21.00]After stepping to kcr lit and flexing my s**t
[06:21.00]No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
[06:21.00]Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
[06:21.00]A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
[06:21.00]Potent and shook the s**t out of rappers who just learned of me
[06:21.00]Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
[06:21.00]Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
[06:21.00]Arrogant unafraid s**t developed riding a train thinking of brain f**ks
[06:21.00]"Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks
[06:21.00]Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
[06:21.00]Screaming out"Independent as f**k" with an insane tongue
[06:21.00]With an indelible squad of design monsters
[06:21.00]Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
[06:21.00]So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
[06:21.00]Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
[06:21.00]Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
[06:21.00]Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
[06:21.00]Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
[06:21.00]Where cats was like:"Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
[06:21.00]Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
[06:21.00]So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
[06:21.00]So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences
[06:21.00]Waiting ready for the four you had laced in
[06:21.00]And I was taught to wait patient (Why?)
[06:21.00]Only faggots make s**t up just to get famous
[06:21.00]So when I finally blew up I remained sick
[06:21.00]Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
[06:21.00]Back when the independent scene remained faceless
[06:21.00]We were the only crew who promised your a** we'd take it
[06:21.00]Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
[06:21.00]Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
[06:21.00]Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
[06:21.00]Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
[06:21.00]That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
[06:21.00]That laugh at the critics claiming every year:"Hip hop's over."
[06:21.00]F**k you, hip hop just started
[06:21.00]It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
[06:21.00]But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
[06:21.00]Then humbly move the f**k on and come with that new retarded s**t
[06:21.00]New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you hang
[06:21.00]You clown, you don't, you drown
[06:21.00]I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
[06:21.00]I'm a live mothef**ker plus I'm gunning for clowns
[06:21.00]You're a mime m**********r, don't be coming for pounds
[06:21.00]Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
[06:21.00]My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin about
[06:21.00]Comic books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
[06:21.00]And even though they were soft they had fun
[06:21.00]But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from
[06:21.00]Some of these faggots used to send me their demos
[06:21.00]Keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
[06:21.00]But since they had no identity from the start
[06:21.00]They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part
[06:21.00]They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
[06:21.00]M**********r, you're not a Vet you're just old
[06:21.00]I'll slap the s**t out you to continue my nerd rap
[06:21.00]Making this money fist over fist, f**k what you heard
[06:21.00]Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
[06:21.00]Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated s**t
[06:21.00]But I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
[06:21.00]At ya'll trying to chase me
[06:21.00]You don't innovate because you can't innovate
[06:21.00]It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
[06:21.00]Keep your identity crisis under the table
[06:21.00]I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
[Aesop Rock]
[06:21.00]Check it
[06:21.00]For the best in the bendor biz
[06:21.00]1-800-Lazerface
[06:21.00]Leave the last ce-Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade
[06:21.00]Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
[06:21.00]Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
[06:21.00]Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt first
[06:21.00]The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
[06:21.00]Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
[06:21.00]The revolution will not be apologized for
[06:21.00]Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
[06:21.00]While my dick's raw-dogg in a style magnet
[06:21.00]Fraggle rock your four figure watch
[06:21.00]I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
[06:21.00]And still know the time when you record flops
[06:21.00]And this is on a sick with it factor
[06:21.00]Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto reactor
[06:21.00]Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cast
[06:21.00]After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
[06:21.00]Baby, you ain't felt the collect? (Coooool)
[06:21.00]Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers
[06:21.00]That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
[06:21.00]Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal point
[06:21.00]Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
[06:21.00]Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
[06:21.00]Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
[06:21.00]All city legity critter, bark with me
[06:21.00]All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins
[06:21.00]Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
[06:21.00]Your own private apocalypse
[El-P]
[06:21.00]Honor it
[Aesop Rock]
[06:21.00]For f**k's sake
[El-P]
[06:21.00]Original
[Aesop Rock]
[06:21.00]Wild fly
[06:21.00]You wanna read the nile, I twitch easy reader
[El-P]
[06:21.00]Father it
[Aesop Rock]
[06:21.00]I will, dog
[El-P]
[06:21.00]Original
[Aesop Rock]
[06:21.00]Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
[06:21.00]And money is an ugly god we all fall for
[06:21.00]I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival squackbox
[06:21.00]That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new s**t
[06:21.00]It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
[06:21.00]Puff the magic komodo b***h
[06:21.00]Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
[06:21.00]Look, I'm done
[06:21.00]B-boy, feed that to the needy
[06:21.00]Shut your liquor hole, f**k you in 3D
[06:21.00]Easy
文本歌词
We're Famous (feat. El-P) - Aesop Rock
I brought that genuine s**t in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the d**k
After stepping to kcr lit and flexing my s**t
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the s**t out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid s**t developed riding a train thinking of brain f**ks
"Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks
Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
Screaming out"Independent as f**k" with an insane tongue
With an indelible squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like:"Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences
Waiting ready for the four you had laced in
And I was taught to wait patient (Why?)
Only faggots make s**t up just to get famous
So when I finally blew up I remained sick
Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your a** we'd take it
Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
That laugh at the critics claiming every year:"Hip hop's over."
F**k you, hip hop just started
It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
Then humbly move the f**k on and come with that new retarded s**t
New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you hang
You clown, you don't, you drown
I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
I'm a live mothef**ker plus I'm gunning for clowns
You're a mime m**********r, don't be coming for pounds
Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin about
Comic books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
And even though they were soft they had fun
But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from
Some of these faggots used to send me their demos
Keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
But since they had no identity from the start
They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part
They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
M**********r, you're not a Vet you're just old
I'll slap the s**t out you to continue my nerd rap
Making this money fist over fist, f**k what you heard
Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated s**t
But I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
At ya'll trying to chase me
You don't innovate because you can't innovate
It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
Keep your identity crisis under the table
I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
Check it
For the best in the bendor biz
1-800-Lazerface
Leave the last ce-Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt first
The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
The revolution will not be apologized for
Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
While my dick's raw-dogg in a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure watch
I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
And still know the time when you record flops
And this is on a sick with it factor
Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto reactor
Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cast
After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collect? (Coooool)
Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
All city legity critter, bark with me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins
Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
Your own private apocalypse
Honor it
For f**k's sake
Original
Wild fly
You wanna read the nile, I twitch easy reader
Father it
I will, dog
Original
Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
And money is an ugly god we all fall for
I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival squackbox
That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new s**t
It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the magic komodo b***h
Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
Look, I'm done
B-boy, feed that to the needy
Shut your liquor hole, f**k you in 3D
Easy