KRS-One — Out For Fame Remix

[Chorus (Turntablism): KOF & KRS-One] W-Welcome to the—my life— Be respect—be respect—be respect— Out for fame (Yeah) Everybody knew my style I’m a fiend, recognize me Out for fame (Yeah) [Verse 1: 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 smack that Big respect to Artifacts Fat Joey Crack and Mack And Bio, and Brim, come again With B.G. 183, recognize me I’m a fiend… for the spray paint Laugh if you wanna, I don’t really care if you ain’t Cuz you don’t know me, and I don’t know you But I do know Cope2, he hittin’ walls too It’s the underground community of what we call writers Worldwide burners gettin’ hotter, gettin’ brighter Whattup Nicer, whattup Nasa, whattup Chino Masta Ace in the place with the bass 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 rep that hardcore I'm taggin’ up your black-book sure I'm out for fame [Chorus (Turntablism): KOF & KRS-One] W-Welcome to the—my life— Be respect—be respect—be respect— Out for fame (Yeah) Everybody knew my style I’m a fiend, recognize me Out for fame (Yeah) [Verse 2: KRS-One] Bombin’, taggin’, black-book braggin’ Throw ups, pieces, aerosol all graphin’ Takin’ my space in this place, I ain’t askin’ Art is a passion, something you can’t cash-in Back in the past, when we made our own fashion Aerosol art—it revealed what we imagined When “The Back” was the crew, on the buckle was the name Bubble letters, other letters, wild style, out for fame On the highway, taggin’ it my way Hittin’ up the freight trains as they go by me Never the cop-ay, somebody stop me! I’m hittin’ up everything, hope the cameras don’t spot me [Chorus (Turntablism): KOF & KRS-One] W-Welcome to the—my life— Be respect—be respect—be respect— Out for fame (Yeah) Everybody knew my style I’m a fiend, recognize me Out for fame (Yeah)