
Adjacent to Famous
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- underground rap
- deadpan
- vulgar
- hardcore hip hop
- 2020s
- experimental rap
- boastful
- abstract rap
- hip hop
Lyrics
Verse
Woke up in a mood and the mood was war
Broke bread with a ghost then I ate the plate
(yuh)
Two left feet but I still stomp straight
Pastor called me wicked said the wicked get weight
I don't tithe I just tip the whole state
My barber know my politics cut it crooked on purpose
Church on the corner selling guilt by the purchase
Mama said behave
I said mama I'm worth it
Pigeons on the wire look like spies in a chorus
(ay)
Whole block quiet when the mayor drive through
Kids on the curb hold phones like a rifle
I hold mine like a mirror
Ain't a single thing clearer
Everybody wanna talk till the talk turn bitter
Sunset orange like a soda I ain't finish
Dinner on the stove and it's cold and it's spinach
Count what I own and it's less than I'm worth
Still I walk in the room like I birthed the whole earth
(woo)
Kick the door gentle
Let the hinges sing tenor
Old heads argue who the greatest I forget her
Auntie on the couch say the youth got no manners
Same auntie dance when the drums get to hammer
(hah)
Punchline lazy I just let it marinate
Big man shrink when the truth get adjacent
Rat in the attic got a lease and a statement
I ain't paranoid baby I'm adjacent to famous
(yeah)
Every single cousin got a hustle and a warrant
Sunday dinner table sound louder than a courtroom
Pass the yams pass the blame pass the torch
I just pass the plate and I eat till I'm hoarse
(chyeah)
Half these rappers capes but they cap in the booth
I bring a folding chair sit right next to the truth
Teeth like a fence with a couple posts loose
Grill cost a car and it still can't chew
(ugh)
Ex told me grow up so I grew out the door
Landlord want rent I want peace and a sword
Sign the lease in a name that ain't mine anymore
Then I laugh like a villain in a discount store
(hahaha)
Preacher man pass the basket I pass him a stare
Said the lord love a giver
I said the lord love a bear
Winter get mean and the pipes start to swear
Neighbor knock twice I pretend I ain't there
(ay ay)
I been the same me since the sandbox days
Same crooked grin same terrible ways
Same hunger in the gut that the money can't faze
Same dirty white tee and it still get praise
(yuh)
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