Make You Famous

Lyrics

[Intro] I just want to be famous I just want the world to love me [TV Reporter] "And this just in Tom Cruise and Will Smith are butt-buddies Back to you gentlemen!" [Block McCloud] Top celebrity, top celebrity Top celebrity, top celebrity I'll make you famous [Verse 1: R.A The Rugged Man] Hmm, so you wanna get your ugly face on TV Wanna be a superstar, wanna be a top celebrity Too short to be a ball player, too ugly to be an actor Too dumb to sell drugs and now you're trying to be a rapper Now all you gotta do is shake hands with the devil Maybe lick a little, uh, penis, I'm for real, on the level If you take a dick you could make a hit, you could jack the styles Of underground rappers and claim you've created it You could get cash and be massive, you could be worshipped and be a tool For the corporations and help them gain control of the masses Make sure you make more hits, product placement, packaging products So poor people could make corporations more rich [Chorus: Block McCloud] x2 I'll make you famous I'll take your kids, your rhymes Your blood, your life, your soul Top celebrity, top celebrity Top celebrity, top celebrity [Verse 2: R.A The Rugged Man] Society, celebrity obsessed Shock value, Janet pulling out a breast Gaga wearing a meat maggot-infested dress You don't need talent to be worshipped when you walk in a building They'll praise you if you ain't shit but you rich and your parents own the Hilton More and more people are becoming non-believers In a world where your children know more about Snooki than they know about Jesus And in the hood there's more pressure cause if you're a black actor in Hollywood They try to make sure you become a cross-dresser We like Martin running through traffic, butt-naked with a gat Or little Britney shaving her head, beating up cars with a bat Don't forget during your journey of dream-chasing you should promote Illuminati images, pretend to be a Freemason Worshipping witchcraft and satanic scriptures R&B divas posing as Baphomet, goats and pagans in pictures Don't try to help the neighborhood, they're broke, they don't feed you And who cares if the babies are dying? They don't really need you The ladies love you now, you're large till a lying-ass gold digger Show up at your hotel and you catching a rape charge So black people, don't be stupid, stop letting white lawyers Business execs and white accountants dictate your music [Chorus: Block McCloud] x2 I'll make you famous I'll take your kids, your rhymes Your blood, your life, your soul Top celebrity, top celebrity Top celebrity, top celebrity [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Now BET got bought out, let me explain briefly Now it's WET, white entertainment TV Viacom, Time Warner and Disney, those the true Dictators of black music, hip-hop and R&B They're politicking your careers they could set you up and you could get Murdered and your murderer just mysteriously disappears Try to get murdered, take note, rappers Cause getting killed can turn an average artist With above average talent to GOAT status Female entertainers, you losing the race, God forbid you get a Wrinkle, go see the surgeon, hurry and mutilate your face Sometimes you gotta come from the struggle and suffer Other cases your dad can be OJ's lawyer And you can fuck Brandy's little brother [Chorus: Block McCloud] x2 I'll make you famous I'll take your kids, your rhymes Your blood, your life, your soul Top celebrity, top celebrity Top celebrity, top celebrity