Plastic Fame - L'Orange, Chuuwee, Solemn Brigham

Thank you, old chap.

No self-respecting magician should ever be caught without

his hat and cape

He spent all his money the first day

Yeah, yo

I came here to rock a party hard

My squad with me like the bodyguards

Prodigy jammin', ya’ll just not as hard

Testin' these squares, who said you had a card

Like liftin' weights, I just surpassed the bar

Leavin' my mark on shit, no cattle prod

The illest rap shit you heard in half a bar

Who makes the dopest moves?

Traffic

Beware of the hearts of men with plastic hearts

The fakest around you might can act a part

Pull up in gothic clothes, the blackest cars

Make this a movie scene, we action stars

Jean-Claude, Kubrik, Gatsby

Send the whole crew get at me, watch news recap me

I conquered all challenges like the smoothest athlete

Leonardo, you can’t «Catch me if you can»

It’s your funeral.

You never would listen

Well, you got anything on your mind?

Spill it

The struggle, the strife, the pain, the power, I stand in the light

But struggle at night, for countless hours, the juggle of the life

That made me sour, but never devour, because of the bite

Developed a talent, got up and ran with the prowess

To see who’s lying in malice, in the jungle, I fight

With negative lights, repetitive sights, competitive prices

Irrelevant rides, I claim polite the stress, the plight

Attaining my sight, I’m eyeing my slice, I run with the knife

I’m lost in the game, I’m awfully often to blame, used to scoff at the fame

Now I take no advice, because the message is cold

The pressure is old and lessons are gold

But less that you know, the best for your soul

And as it was told, someday you get what you’re owed

As I waited and prayed to put some weight on my bones