Tom: F minor
Verse 1
Em
D
Em
D
Em
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As the wind sets the mood,
Em
me, the E I'm not soft
Em
droppin bombs like Warsaw
D
It reminds me, back in 1984
Em
When I went to a party with the master plan
D
Em
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
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Everybody was there, from
Em
junior high to high schools
Em
because I knew I had the tools
Em
I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
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Kickin rhymes in the place,
Em
people couldn't take it
Em
the way I shaked and baked it
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Later on I made a record,
Em
D
and got recognition
Em
Everybody's jockin, now nobody's
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dissin
Em
Written and produced by the new rap duo
D
Em
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and
the elderly creature features
Em
when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip- top and I won't stop
D
Em
To be the master, in the field of hip- hop
D
Em
I did that, and got a name for myself
D
Em
The image of E, and all of my wealth
Em
but things ain't the same
D
Oh what a shame, I diss em
Em
Who to blame? It wasn't
Verse 2
D
It wasn't me it was the "Fame!"
Verse 3
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Before I cut records I had dreams
of livin large
Earnin crazy cash flow,
Em
D
the whole nine yards
But when I told my college friends
Em
they kicked back and laughed
D
Said, "You better grab your books
Em
and take your behind to class"
D
They said, "You couldn't make a record
Em
and expect to get paid
D
Cause there's too many def
Em
rappers in the world today"
D
I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my
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They said, "Your name is Parrish son,
Em
you're like all the rest
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Frontin you gettin a contract,
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But when you heard my record playin,
Em
D
your mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was
Em
D
almost chokin
But I just lounge,
Em
and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie D- Wade,
Top Notch, and James Ellis
Em
only one and she was mellow
last name Romanello
Em
My records started sellin then P withdrew
D
From the college Southern Con,
D
But when I often go and visit they say,
"P bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle,
Em
and throw up the peace sign
Em
D
and sport my Rolex
But P reply it's really nothin,
Em
and don't like to flex
D
And when I step up on the scene
Em
I always hear them whisper
Em
did you see him diss you?"
D
I go deep into my thoughts,
Em
then I questioned my brain
D
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune,
it was the "Fame!"
Verse 4
D
It wasn't me it was the "Fame!"
Verse 5
D
Oh!
Now you wanna know me, be
Em
fore you wasn't speakin
D
Em
Just to see me, the E, and the P
D
Back then you didn't know,
D
Em
To be a def rap per with the
To be a crowd mover,
Em
someone that cause trouble
Em
D
and came up with E Double
Em
I can't forget, how they used to diss
D
Sayin he can't rap, because
he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Em
Amazed by the style the sound
and how we looped it
D
Em
Now I clock G's, trunk jewels,
and star trims
Cool around town,
and flex my black Benz
Definitely hooked up,
with the system that cranks
Em
D
with dinero in the bank
Em
EPMD, is Erick Par rish Makin Dollars
D
Always on tour, so you can
Em
call us Rhodes Scholars
D
Em
You saw me in eighty- sev en, where
have you been because we miss you
D
Em
D
I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed
Em
D
you, it was the "Fame!"
Verse 6
D
It wasn't me it was the "Fame!"
Verse 7
D
As I freak a funky style,
Em
to a funky fresh rhythm
D
I use my crazy def talent,
D
Em
Me to flow slow, and still live large
and catch MC's off guard
Because my friends started
buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the S.T.,
the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always
D
"They got lucky on Strictly Biz
Em
but watch the next one crumble"
D
Em
My father always told me to wisen up son
D
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends,
you're bound to be the 10th one
Em
So I cut my friends off, and P went for self
D
Em
Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else
D
Strictly writin def lyrics to my
D
With the crazy imagination
D
But now they workin full time,
Em
and sharin their mom's cars
D
Always frontin to the girls,
D
Em
But you leave out how you carpin to go
D
Em
punch the clock
D
Yeah we came hittin hard, so all
Em
the talkin had to halt
But don't blame us,
D
blame God, it's his fault
For assistin us on the mission
of a point of no return
Em
To do a crab MC, who did not learn
D
Now when you're hot you're hot,
Em
and when you're not you're not
D
And when it comes to funky music,
D
So next time you see me coolin,
Em
bite your lip and respect
D
Between me and you sonny,
straight up, I'm like death
I cooled on the Run tour,
D
Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but
D
I did shows in crazy countries,
Em
like Europe and France
D
I even been to our country,
D
Keep your eyes on your girl,
Em
D
cause P'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin
A new way to sway,
cause brothers keep vickin
Em
Flows and echoes, that sound exact
D
But you're rhymin in circles,
Em
and you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride,
by the way I'm still the same
D
Em
First name is still Parrish,
Sue's my girl, nuttin changed
D
Em
You insist I act funny,
but who's to blame?
It was the "Fame!"
Verse 8
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It wasn't me it was
Em
D
Em
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Em
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