KRS-One - Out For Fame

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 i