Tyrone's Rap Lyrics > Fame
Tyrone's Rap Lyrics
Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which
Fork to use, I paid my dues
In a rat-trap building called New York
Livin' off beans, greens, and pork
In a basement, tenement,
No one's got to tell me what it meant
To be black, Jack
Ace of spades
All the car-wash washers and day-work maids
Can't wash it off, never fades,
It's who you are until you're dead
Now ain't that a kick upside the head?
Yeah, I know about Pryor and Portier,
Can't get higher than Sugar Ray
Muhammed Ali and Doctor J
And 90% of the N.B.A.
Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson,
Michael and Mahaliah Jackson,
Now what's that got to do with me?
On the street the only thing I see is:
Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers,
Coke snorters, Time Square daughters,
Eight-year olds who dance for quarters,
And tokes, and two-line blows,
New Adidas and stereos!
That's us! That's it!
So don't be tellin' me all that shit!
Last Update: June, 10th 2013
Fame Lyrics
- Act 1
- Pray I Make P.A.
- Hard Work
- I Want to Make Magic
- Can't Keep It Down
- Tyrone's Rap
- There She Goes! /Fame
- Let's Play a Love Scene
- Bring on Tomorrow
- Teacher's Argument
- Hard Work (Reprise)
- Act 2
- I Want to Make Magic (Reprise)
- Mabel's Prayer
- Think of Meryl Streep
- Dancin' on the Sidewalk
- These Are My Children
- In L.A.
- Let's Play a Love Scene (Reprise)
- Bring on Tomorrow (Reprise)
- Curtain Calls: Hard Work / Fame