Aesop Rock - We're Famous (Feat. El-P)

[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 as fuck" 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 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


That laugh at the critics claiming 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, 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 mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns


You're a mime motherfucker, 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


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


I'll slap the shit out you to continue my nerd rap


Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard


Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages


Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit


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








[Aesop Rock]


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





[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 survival squackbox


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