section the famous - toumi lyrics
lyrics an’ that:
[hook: adam toumi]
one day you’ll look in the papers
ask me why i got famous
then i’ll look you square in the eyes
and i’ll tell you they don’t section the famous
nah, they don’t section the famous
ain’t got a habit of sectioning the famous
[verse 1: adam toumi]
still carry two blades on my back
like the badge on a black cap
that displays the raider’s
logo
but my coat of arms is different
coz it’s filled with straps
and my library is different
coz it’s filled with mags
and my sanctuary’s different
coz it’s filled with cats and
i don’t mean the type that hiss and then scratch
they will draw on you like a sketch on a pad
or a sket on the rag
you’re not better than adam
i bet that you’re noddin your head
coz i’m g-ssin you
better than average
goes without sayin
had bars like this before i was sprayin
way before i even touched the mic
so that when i came through i
knew i’d be doin’ it right
doin’ it right
come through for a fight
grab a 2.2 and put 2 rounds in your kite, like
bye bye, lights out nighty night
last of the hard kids
were born in ninety-nine
this b-st-rd with hard digs
was born in ninety-five
sk-nk in a dance when i k!ll it, bringing the vibe
whoo// you know me
got hot lines that’ll straight blow your mind
as well as a couple of hooks, like
[hook: adam toumi]
one day you’ll look in the papers
ask me why i got famous
then i’ll look you square in the eyes
and i’ll tell you they don’t section the famous
nah, they don’t section the famous
ain’t got a habit of sectioning the famous
[verse 2: adam toumi]
got a reputation wreckin the gal’s heads
so these days i thank f-ck for babestation
but a still pen a couple of tunes
to go and prove that i’m better than you
i turn heads, yea i’m missing the screws
they let the veteran loose
you’d better move when i step in the booth
many men in my ends’ll know i’m a venomous penman and
when i tell em my sentiment’s sending men to the heavens
they never question my methods, forever testing my levels
to pen a record like this you would get in bed with the devil
…no frenchy. never gonna run out of bars, i got plenty
take another look at your pad, your pad’s empty
take another look at my pad, i got plenty
take another look at my pen, my pen’s empty
gonna have to get me another or say twenty
definitely gonna get me something on the way man
i am far too hyped and i might me sn-tch a bentley
yeah
might sn-tch be a bentley
ragz it all round the streets, let feds see
blast some noise up on a beat, get wrecked g
from the city with the crackhead in the entry
yeah, l4’s what i’m reppin and i recommend that you should
never ever get to steppin cuh the breddas carry weapons
and their ready with the ‘chetes get to chopping up a cretin
when the goings getting heavy
[breakdown: adam toumi]
but let’s say i calmed it all down
gave you a second just to catch your breath
perfect time to take a sip of your drink
cool yourself off and level your head
then i build it back up, an ya feel the heat rise
frying pan to the oven now you man are getting cooked
throw those arms up high in the air, let me see you go mad and bounce to the hook like
[hook: adam toumi]
one day you’ll look in the papers
ask me why i got famous
then i’ll look you square in the eyes
and i’ll tell you they don’t section the famous
nah, they don’t section the famous
ain’t got a habit of sectioning the famous
[verse 3: adam toumi]
test me/ man and i might/ test you back
guarantee you’ll be picking up teeth from the pavement
did you think i was done?
couple more bars never hurt anyone
what’s doing damage nowadays is the strap
and the sound of the chamber when i rattle the mag, that
//
clap a man down
//
clap a whole town. pull the t’ing back let it ra-ta-ta-tat
do a sk-nk with the mag, yea pull out the strap like
[outro hook: adam toumi]
one day you’ll look in the papers
ask me why i got famous
then i’ll look you square in the eyes
and i’ll tell you they don’t section the famous
nah, they don’t section the famous
ain’t got a habit of sectionin’ the famous
but they’ll still slap a badge on a man
give him cuffs, a baton and a couple of tasers
one day you’ll look in the papers
ask me why i got famous
then i’ll look you square in the eyes
and i’ll tell you they don’t section the famous
nah, they don’t section the famo us
ain’t got a habit of sectionin’ the famous
that’s how it’s gotta be, fine by me
i’ll spit the straight fire ‘til i end up famous
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