Out For Fame - Krs-one

train* whistle Yo *
right here right, here It's
right through the fence right, through the fence Jump
feet!* landing Yeah *
right.. there right, there That's
the 2's and the 5's bag
* rustling Joe *
gimme that the, fat the, fat cap fat, cap Yeah
train..
* rolls in Aight *
shaking* can up Aight *
let's, do it now let's, do it now spray
* paint Yeah *
yeah.. Nah..
gi-gimme the other cap gimme, the other one Yeah
right there more
* spray Front *
Page .. Entertainment .. Group .. Yeah
"I'm..

writin my name in, graffiti on the wall" (repeat 8X) first
* time minus, "I'm" Hah *
Hahahaha! All
graffiti artists hold tight hooo, All!
graffiti artists hold tight word, Check
check check it out y'all Check
check check check check it out y'all [KRS-One]

I
got twenty-five cans in my knapsack crossin, out the wick-wack Puttin
up my name with a fat cap Suckers
that want to be in my face I just slap that Big
respect to Artifacts Fat, Joey Crack and Mack
and Bio, and, Brim come again With
B G.183. recognize, me With
the mad colors I'm, a fiend for spraypaint Laugh
if you wanna I, really care if you ain't Cause
you don't me see and, I don't know you But
I do know Cope2 he, be gettin walls too It's
the underground community of what we call writers Worldwide
burners gettin, hotter gettin brighter Whattup
Nicer whattup, Razor whattup, Chino Masta
Ase in the place you, know we know My
man Rican my, man Zorro taught, me how to draw In
the yards of the 5 train and the 4 So
when I'm on tour I represent the hardcore I'm
taggin up your blackbook sure I'm, out for the fame "I'm

writin my name in, graffiti on the wall" (repeat 4X) first
* time minus, "I'm" Yeah *
check, it out check it out check it out one time Hip-hop
music in effect one time [KRS-One]

When
I was growin up I, had no butcher baker candlestick maker I
had rubbing alcohol and carbon paper Yeah
carbon, paper and a blackboard eraser Got
me chased in the bus yards with, Rican and Nazer Historically
speakin cause, people be dissin The
first graffiti artists in the world were the Egyptians Writing
on the walls mixing, characters with letters To
tell the graphic story about their life however, Today
we do the same thing with, how we rap and draw We
call it hardcore they, call it breakin the law There
used to be a time when rap music was illegal The
cops would come and break up every party when they see you But
now the rap music's making money for the corporate It's
acceptable to flaunt it now, everybody's on it Graffiti
isn't corporate so it gets no respect Hasn't
made a billion dollars for some corporation yet so, In
the name of Phase2 Stay, High Pre-streets, Grab
your cans and hit the streets I'm, out for fame "I'm

writin my name in, graffiti on the wall" (repeat 6X) Yeah
hip-hop, culture in the house one time All
graffiti artists in the house one time Yeah
Biggin..
up the other side things here y'all The
visual not, your video (check it out) [KRS-One]

I'm
livin in the city inner, city not a farm Steady
bombin til I get fatigue in my arm Watchin
for the beast cause many artists they shot em And
beat em in the yards while, doin a top to bottom So
pass me a can not, of Old Gold But
full blue sky, blue watch, me unfold With
the cold burner of, names you mighta heard of Like
Fab 5 Freddy Sam, Sever Word
to the wise Futura, 2000 recognize Nation
of creation G, Man come alive Checkin
out Revolt and Zephyr My
man Easy and, Rembrandt Mitch, 77 Oh
no with the paint we can never dilly-dally Big
up and respect to Con Art in Cali The
Soul Artists The, Rebels The, Rascals 3YB, United
Artists TAT, and Dondi Yes
the other side of hip-hop is representin the visual Toys
we be DISSIN you I'm, out for fame "I'm

writin my name in, graffiti on the wall" (repeat 10X) Hip-hop
in the house one time Video
graf in the house one time All
graffiti artists in the house dig the rhyme Put
up your nine put, up your nine yeah, Fresh!

for.. nineteen-ninety-five You
SUCKERS