Nobody Knows I’m Famous

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Used to the feeling of peeps not really wanting to listen when I speak Fittin' in by the skin of my teeth But when I spit on a beat, I get a little relief Permission to be free for the minute at least, hit 'em with a belief Get rid of my political beef, a platform to deliver the speech Yo, I gotta be honest, the white collar shit isn't for me Given the choice, I'd get down and live in the streets With the freaks, with the meek, with the proud and hard done by Like one of them down on hard luck guys Up in the lost and found, looking for bucks and pounds Another victim of another dark sunrise Sometimes it feels too much, better be resilient, ya wanna feel tough Tough, like putting your life into something and somebody telling you to keep it up Keep it up? Man, if you keep that up, I'm pretty sure that you're gonna get beaten up So while I love being patronised, perhaps you guys had better learn to keep it shut But they wanna come speak to us, apparently the whole world want a piece of us And it's cool but don't be giving advice on how I'm living my life if you missing a couple teeth and drunk I ain't in this for any other reason than rhyming That's what the reason and rhyme is And as steep as the climb is, I'ma try to reach the peak and then redefine it Signing my name into the shelf, so the legacy remains when l'm flaming in hell It might be poverty, it might be wealth, but there ain't nobody​ to blame but myself [Chorus] "I don't know what your name is, but I thought your show was blazing Your flow and placement is so amazing, you're going places." Well, thanks for your glowing statements, but what I gotta know today is If I'm one of these chosen saviours, how come nobody knows I'm famous? "I'm not sure what your name is, he's Mike, I'm Joe We're agents, your sound is so outrageous, you could be the next sensation!" Well, thanks for your votes and praises, but what I gotta know by grace is If I'm one of these chosen saviours, how come nobody knows I'm famous? [Verse 2] Same old shit, the same old places, same fuckwits on rotation Same artists playing it safe and get met with yet another standing ovation Like taking a risk so blasphemous, emcees take shit so serious Everybody is a critic, everybody got a gimmick, nobody wanna be A better lyricist, heads up y'all, here it is Let's hear it for the broken weary kids Sick of the nonsense, I'ma take it back to Tribe on some Low End Theory shit Yes, yes, I know it's business but where did the business start? I know it's an industry, but this industry it was built on art It's the hardest part speaking your mind on matters of the heart Make 'em cry, make 'em laugh, make sure you in the Aria charts Make sure you ready to make your mark, feelin' the shit'll get ripped apart All I know is that I came here tonight to rip some bars And I left with a wallet full of business cards [Chorus] "I don't know what your name is, but I thought your show was blazing Your flow and placement is so amazing, you're going places." Well, thanks for your glowing statements, but what I gotta know today is If I'm one of these chosen saviours, how come nobody knows I'm famous? [Verse 3] Lot of emcees out there trying to sign to be, the next big thing undeniably But they hit a small glitch when they selling out gigs And ain't rocked a rhyme in the street Where ya credibility gonna be coming from? When ya record don't move and ya move on? Crew gone 'cause you ain't been around in too long And can't get a riddim for the new songs (ha!) Everybody laugh at you, not a label in sight wanna market you Still yet to get a penny outta half a tune, looks like it might be a long afternoon! Not me though! Check the ego! I hit the town like torpedo! Spot a chick and run up like "what up, I'm Mantra!" She like "Um... so?" [Chorus] "I don't know what your name is, but I thought your show was blazing Your flow and placement is so amazing, you're going places." Well, thanks for your glowing statements, but what I gotta know today is If I'm one of these chosen saviours, how come nobody knows I'm famous? "I'm not sure what your name is, he's Mike, I'm Joe We're agents, your sound is so outrageous, you could be the next sensation!" Well, thanks for your votes and praises, but what I gotta know by grace is If I'm one of these chosen saviours, how come nobody knows I'm famous?