Viro the Virus - Almost Famous lyrics

[Verse 1: Viros the Virus] No nonsense, I so got this Right back with a boot load of hot sh** Concocted to make your head bop obnoxious The most toxic product for gross profit Cream of the crop, I'm in the co*kpit Listners are pa**engers I've taken hostage Yeah, it's like 4:20 for sure buddy That fresh sh**, expect nothin' less or more from me Man, I don't even ship sh** to stores monthly Still got a fan-base as thick as pure honey Just wish I had a little more money They cuttin' hours at my day job, it ain't funny Hunger pains keep me with a store tummy It's a blessing I ain't dressing more bummy But see I was destined to sketch things that's more and more funky Until the moment I make it, I'm almost famous [Chorus] You can shoot me down but I'll re-group and put it down [I try] Can't give it up, gotta keep gettin' up [I try] Lock the door and I'll hop through the window [I try] I can almost taste it, I'm almost famous, that's why [I try] [Verse 2: Viros the Virus] This is a ressurection, for fans with a recollection Of back when it was interestin'. I'm refreshing Like a breath of fresh air with a breath mint And each selection's a testament to my excellent word expression The coolest, the dudest, schoolin' the foolish. You Dude's are amusing but your tunes need improvin' Long as I'm in the game New Jerusey's in losin' Got students boo-hooin' and schmoozing to join my movement Turn up my music and wake up the few who snoozing My nightmares be ruined in their dreamscape illusions The arch bishop, talk boss, hog business I'm an all-star in this spit raw dog vicious Since back in the days been known to twist up a blunt Rap with some haze and sit back in a daze Writin' on napkins hoping rappin' that pays So I don't have to be a 9 to 5 rat in the maze [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Viros the Virus] Yo, I need more green stuff, be it weed or bucks Or envy in the eyes of MCs who s** Need some free time to relieve my mind From the nightly grief and daily grind Rise and shine, tryin' to find The sign to help me undo the tie that binds Can't fear the fall once you decide to climb 'cause fear can paralyze, then you'll fall behind So, I'm still at it, tryin' to score before I'm 40 Don't rep the grown and s**y, just the immature and horny I'd have it made if I blew up, fell off And got 15 minutes more like Flava Flav Yet they say, that's how the dice roll Even though I feel like my whole bio's a typo Starving artist, who can almost taste it But till then I'm almost famous [Chorus x 1]