Rich and Infamous

Hook:

 

Rap is my weapon

I use it to threaten

To channel my aggression

I use it to show my diligence

Show that I'm infinite

I'm gonna be rich and infamous...

 

Verse 1:

 

I don't fear haters

I've got insurmountable patience

But why the fuck do I

Always have to suffer through trial and tribulation

These lines are my creation

Times are changing, and rap is stagnating

So I'm here to fuck things up

I'm the goose and all you sitting ducks

Won't shut the fuck up

When I'm spitting, be sure to hire a fire truck

Cause these words burn people like constant bad luck

Most are awestruck when I spit syllables

The product of being heavily ridiculed

And fighting back with rap as my chosen method of attack...

 

(Hook)

 

Verse 2:

 

Yeah, infamous, but also synonymous

With famous, brilliant and distinguished

As a lyrical genius

But made of all genres, heterogeneous

I don't fear originality

A variety of split personalities

I love individuality

If this is too complex, let me slow it down

Are you suffering from the effects of me wearing your crown?

Because you are the subjects of my pet tyrannosaurus rex

Deafened by the sound of my gunfire

I'm having to defend myself to climb higher

Pretend that I'm a dumb liar

Feels like I'm walking barefoot on barbed wire

Call for a cease-fire? Not likely

As people conspire against me

Needing to aspire above my unsuccessful desires...

 

(Hook)