We're Famous Lyrics - Aesop Rock

[El-P] 

I brought that genuine shit in '96 

Before you knew the underground or independent existed 

I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick 

After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit 

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 shit 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 shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks 

"Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks 

Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from 

Screaming out "Independent is fucked" 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 sonics 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 way before the four you had laced in 

And I was taught to wait patient (Why?) 

Only faggots make shit 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 ass 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 

While half of the critics claim it every year: "Hip hop's over." 

FUCK 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 fuck on and come with that new retarded shit 

New slang, new thought, new sound 

Who's heart you thought you had? 

You clown, you don't, you drown 

I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds 

I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns 

You're mine motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds 

So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down 

My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about 

Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one 

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 

I'm 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 

Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old 

I'll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerve racket 

Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard 

Jukie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages 

Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit 

I've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once 

And 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 

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[Aesop Rock] 

Check it 

For the best in the vendor biz 

1-800-Lazerface 

Leave the last CE-Offer crabs and buy them Hatorade 

Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed 

Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds 

Tugboat, tug up through that 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-dogging a style magnet 

Fraggle rock your four figure watch 

I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands 

And still know the time when you record flops 

Now this is on a sick with it factor 

Exhibit A, E, F, Genesis of the klepto reactor 

Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash 

After a life of labor camps starts paying innovators back 

Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (Coooool) 

Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers 

That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechanical rabbit 

Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him 

Pockmark ninety Moses approach 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 

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[El-P] 

Honor it 

[Aesop Rock] 

For fuck's sake 

[El-P] 

Original 

[Aesop Rock] 

Wild fly 

You wanna read the nile? 

I twitch easy reader 

[El-P] 

Father it 

[Aesop Rock] 

I will, dog 

[El-P] 

Original 

[Aesop Rock] 

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 evolving squawk box 

That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit 

It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did 

Puff the magic komodo bitch 

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, fuck you in 3D 

Easy