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Almost Famous

Eminem

Recovery

2010

just wanna be famous)

You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up behind

quotations, written in pencil with a jerky hand.
New Older smiled, his eyes misty, ‘Would you like to learn what he shared with me?’
New Younger nodded like

right hand (brrt, brrt)
Pyrex in my left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

It's a new year I'm ready drop a ball I'm getting money no time to answer calls
I'm in the studio working my focus is on not to fall
I'm putting my

cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama

a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga

In the end it will be worth it
We know that practice makes perfect
Grinding for loot like a merchant
Level up quick new version
Grinding till the end

make ya favorite rapper change verses
I'm not the type that'll change versions
Cuz I always been the same version
Took em to church all these years

Picasso Baby

Jay-Z

Magna Carta...Holy Grail

2013

to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo

gotta ride for em
Got these young niggas eating from ma hand bro
Go the studio blazed up it's a bando
Got ma shit on lease no risk boy
Got that feeling in

drop a new album

That show fuckin' sucked dick! That show was
Trash what none of these kids
Knew was that I was halfway done
With a brand new album

at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
With

I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
IIII only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different bitches
It

Hands up nigga, it’s a new age
My light bout to shine on a new day
Tryna come along no you stay
You just gone stand in my way
Focused on you, there’s

We're Famous

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

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

One day I’m in school and I’ve had enough
Next day in studio tryna pattern up
This A level ting man I can’t be asked
Been stuck on lock these past

to write me off or placing your bets in
Even in my most retarded of sessions leaving you dumbfounded
By a new answer behind an old question

One of a kind

get it started
Hey, what you say, roll one up and let's go getaway, yeah
From the bottom to the top, that be the only way, yeah
Hands up, feeling like

off to work
But on the left hand I can feel that my pockets hurt
Got up early collared shirt and I'm off to work
Would like to see my family daily but

fear
And Perfect Love has named me and you
So what is your new name
What is stirring up inside of you
When you hear these words, that His Word
That

this fate
To be a slave destined to labor bound to these chains
I do not accept this fate
To follow blueprints written by the elders, that dispensed foul

trampled on my, old fears.
ch you can walk on, your water too.
Walk right into, this day a new.

I know your scared, So take my hand.
We'll say a prayer, for

you was cut before the try out
Switching lanes in my new toy, real version of my school toy
Neighbours staring guess its too loud, want a picture man