Lyrics

[Intro: Interviewer, Andy Warhol, XV] "Uh, Andy, if this, ah Segment that we did here now Had been for a film of yours What would it represent?" "Uh, faking it for television" Uh Yeah [Verse 1: XV] Drop the top on that Continental GT Ridin' through, let everybody see, he That dude killing cyphers at award shows on BET I spit like twenty-four bars, they told me only sixteen But gave 'em one whole minute 'cause they gave me only fifteen So in the meantime and in the between time I had hoes that pick and rolled 'cause I was getting screen time With TV commercials, everybody tellin' me, "Awesome" Even Joey was like "Woah!" I was startin' to blossom The money was finally talkin', and often I heard what it was sayin' But I was more 'bout makin' history than conversation Especially when you know how much time you wastin' And then you started racin' before your time run out [Pre-Chorus: XV] Uh You got fifteen minutes to shine, boy, you better show out Uh Everybody want a piece of that limelight, you better get up [Chorus: Slim the Mobster] They say ya got fifteen minutes To shine, so I'ma grind like ain't no time left Yes, they say I got fifteen minutes To shine, so I'ma ball 'til I foul out, no ref They say I got fifteen minutes And I'ma get it 'cause the sky's the limit, ya hear me? I only got fifteen minutes All I need is fifteen minutes (Andy Warhol) [Verse 2: XV] Niggas wanna be pop icons on they dot coms Stuntin' like they pop Dom and livin' with they pop's mom You are not a rapper just because you turned a mic on Like you are not a blogger just because you bought a Nikon Hate to crush your dreams, but sometimes you gotta hurt To see if they get up, I overcame so many hurdles Grew up around shells and dudes with bandanas Damn, you would think I talkin' 'bout Ninja Turtles Ha, uh, big kid from a small town With a hat they called a crown and a world they called round Now, he leaps tall buildings in small bounds Give me fifteen minutes 'fore it all falls down And labels don't come around but what can they say? They give one hit wonders one million, that shit cray Then you get fifteen minutes once that hit fades I'll paint your picture 'fore you get to the grave and then your time run out [Pre-Chorus: XV] Uh You got fifteen minutes to shine, boy, you better show out Yep Everybody want a piece of that limelight, you gotta get up [Chorus: Slim the Mobster] They say ya got fifteen minutes To shine, so I'ma grind like ain't no time left Yes, they say I got fifteen minutes (Yeah, yeah) To shine, so I'ma ball 'til I foul out, no ref (Yeah, whoa) They say I got fifteen minutes (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'ma get it 'cause the sky's the limit, ya hear me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I only got fifteen minutes All I need is fifteen minutes (Andy Warhol)