Famous Last Words
Word A' Mouth Lyrics
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Ha Ha Ha (word a mouth)
[Verse 1:]
Step right up, step right up
And listen close
Fuck da beef
Some shorties try to high boast
IΒ ?block? em out
Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout
I gots no doubt
To let the flow out
My windpipe
I make ya clap, clap ya hands
Like twinΒ ?hype?
I keep my stems ripe
Puffin' on a peace pipe
Quick fast
Like Grease Light
I'm gonna recite
Rhymes re-ignite the mic
When the beat strikes
It get me hype
When ya punks try to beef bite
Tight, lyrics that I write is outta site
Like a satellite
You can't battle right
Grab ya mic tight
?Groove? like cellulite
I can tell you might
Be the type to bite
And allΒ ?metabolite?
All you rappers that bite
Unite
And form like parasite
And swarm like locust at night
With the focus to bite
I take flight and rise the farenheight
[Verse 2:]
Arms locked in combat
Bombs locked on target
?Arm? blocked the march
While the flows are bombarded
Arch rivals stifled
By the likes ofΒ ??????
Slice ya face and neck
Place the set collect
Pay ya debt
Place ya bet
Stakes is hi-jinx chase my jet
If crazy heads don't make em pets
I'm with the dead
Got butt-naked snakes and bad fate
To take myΒ ?bed?
I fucked mother nature
Made her ten nigga spread
And ain't break a sweat
Flowin' like Perry on the 28th and Mayhem
I make census worth a pennyweight
Evacuate
This track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate
You can't imaginate
My fire make ya flow evaporate
Set the date
Step to the square
I scared the record straight
Deficate in ya mouth and house you like Section 8
Near the rate
Of these litigates
Will leave a better taste in your flow
So middle aged men, will obliterate
[Chorus:]
I could burn ya, I could learn ya
Somthin' by ya, I could earn ya type
(Famous Last Words)
I could defeat you, beseetch you
To retreat, delete you
(Famous Last Words)
Son I blast you, I smash you
Point my Gat at you, Bless You
(Famous Last Words)
I'm the toughest, brag, and puffin drags
With they heads in a duffle bag
(Famous Last Words)
[Verse 3:]
Mc's scared to be square
My styles intimidatin'
They mimic me, timidly
Simulatin' my semetry
Claim they innovatin'
I seen like Satan
Breaking they flow with flames (DISENIGRATIN')
When they taking it all in vain
Main lie generatin'
Dialers and followers at the same time
They call my name
Hollerin' in the Hall of Fame
I shine like halogen
Got it locked with ball and chain
Ya'll all remain minute
I dilute, ya potency
No MC could hold the fate of my future
[Verse 4:]
1,2 Skip to My Loo
This lyric swerve through
I house you like a curfew
Curse you
I hit you off with they hex
I got more tech than Apex
That spray necks
YO Fuck safe sex
You get suplex
In my two storie duplex
Yo' rhymes is rejects
Pulled down like v-necks
Yo who next?
I take aΒ ?four?
I stake me all in they heart
I'm way smart
I went to K-Mart
And stole a Go Kart
Without the flow chart
When the show start
I cause a ruckus
With rhymes on like Alan
From Nassau to Suffix
I stuff chicks
I tuck dicks
Caught in the mix
It depend
The dizzy flow will leave you seasick
Yo frequent
If I ruled the world
My first to free would be Rick
Hey yo my rhymes is mad phat
My mic's bulemic
Ya style's anemic
My scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms
My rhymes is larger than any tiny micro-organisms
Metaphors has risen over the top
I kick the ancient bee bop
Pump Like a Reebok
See through my eyes
Then a peacock
I leave you as a laughin' stock
I'm gattin flocks of mc's
Who plastic glocks in they rhyme
But due time
I reach my true prime
Deaf like pantimime
As I chant a rhyme
You can't deny
My plan to plant ya mind
Inside my pocket
The lyric pilot keep ya in the cockpit
I rock shit
I fucking box it
I'm highly toxic...poison
I make more noise than a block orchestra
I'm stalkin' ya
Follow my road I'm forkin' ya
To the path
So YO!
Tell a friend
Tell a foe
Tell a hoe
Tell any fellow
I do it right like Danny Aeillo
I'm coming at you like a helo-copter
Chop ya
Couldn't hold the mic if I spot ya
[Chorus]
The lyrics of Word A' Mouth's "Famous Last Words" are packed with references to violence, drug use, and bravado, all delivered over a hard-hitting beat. In the first verse, the singer boasts about smoking weed and drinking expensive alcohol, letting the flow out and getting the crowd hyped. The second verse describes a violent confrontation with arch-rivals, bragging about slicing faces and necks and placing a bet. The third verse attacks other MCs for copying his style and claims to be larger than life, while the fourth verse is a barrage of clever wordplay and metaphors, culminating in the singer's claim to be more toxic than poison.
Overall, "Famous Last Words" is a classic example of the tough, hardcore rap that was popular in the mid-90s, filled with violent imagery and aggressive posturing. While it may not appeal to everyone's taste, it's a powerful example of the raw energy and intensity that the genre can produce.
Line by Line Meaning
Step right up, step right up
And listen close
Pay attention, I'm about to spit some serious rhymes
Fuck da beef
And just left the pot roast
Don't waste your time on petty disagreements, focus on the bigger picture
Some shorties try to high boast
I ?block? em out
Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout
I ignore those who brag and instead enjoy my own weed and alcohol
I gots no doubt
To let the flow out
My windpipe
I have absolute confidence in my skills and will let my rhymes speak for themselves
I make ya clap, clap ya hands
Like twin ?hype?
My music will get you dancing and hyped up like you have a twin
I keep my stems ripe
Puffin' on a peace pipe
Quick fast
Like Grease Light
I'm gonna recite
Rhymes re-ignite the mic
I keep my skills fresh by smoking weed and then quickly unleash my rhymes, reigniting the mic
It get me hype
When ya punks try to beef bite
Tight, lyrics that I write is outta site
Like a satellite
When other rappers try to start a beef, I get even more hype and my rhymes are out of this world
You can't battle right
Grab ya mic tight
?Groove? like cellulite
I can tell you might
Be the type to bite
And all ?metabolite?
You're not a worthy opponent, you're likely to steal my rhymes, and you're just a bunch of parasites
All you rappers that bite
Unite
And form like parasite
And swarm like locust at night
With the focus to bite
I take flight and rise the farenheight
All the rappers who steal rhymes should stick together and become a plague of locusts, but I'll rise above it all
Arms locked in combat
Bombs locked on target
?Arm? blocked the march
While the flows are bombarded
I'm ready for battle and my rhymes will hit their targets like bombs
Slice ya face and neck
Place the set collect
Pay ya debt
Place ya bet
Stakes is hi-jinx chase my jet
If you mess with me, you'll end up with a sliced face and neck, owe me money, and be chasing me as I fly away
If crazy heads don't make em pets
I'm with the dead
Got butt-naked snakes and bad fate
To take my ?bed?
If you're not careful, I'll make you my pet, and I have snakes and bad luck waiting for anyone who dares cross me
I fucked mother nature
Made her ten nigga spread
And ain't break a sweat
Flowin' like Perry on the 28th and Mayhem
I make census worth a pennyweight
I've conquered everything, even nature, with my rhymes, and it's effortless. And I'm so valuable, even a small amount of me is worth a lot
Evacuate
This track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate
You can't imaginate
My fire make ya flow evaporate
Get out of the way, my music will make you lose control, and my rhymes are so fire they'll make your flow disappear
I shine like halogen
Got it locked with ball and chain
Ya'll all remain minute
I dilute, ya potency
No MC could hold the fate of my future
I'm shining bright like halogen lights, and I have everything under control. Others pale in comparison to me and I diminish their power. No one can stop me
Pulled down like v-necks
Yo who next?
I take a ?four?
I stake me all in they heart
I'm way smart
I went to K-Mart
And stole a Go Kart
I'm taking down any rapper who challenges me, and I'm so smart I can even steal a go-kart from a department store
When the show start
I cause a ruckus
With rhymes on like Alan
From Nassau to Suffix
I stuff chicks
I tuck dicks
Caught in the mix
I make a big scene when I perform, and I attract women and men alike. I'm always causing a stir
It depend
The dizzy flow will leave you seasick
Yo frequent
If I ruled the world
My first to free would be Rick
Sometimes my rhymes are so wild they'll make you dizzy and sick, but it's worth it to hear more. And if I ruled the world, I'd free Rick first
I'm stalking' ya
Follow my road I'm forkin' ya
To the path
So YO!
Tell a friend
Tell a foe
Tell a hoe
Tell any fellow
I do it right like Danny Aeillo
I'm following you and leading you down my path, so tell the whole world about me. And I always do things the right way like Danny Aiello
I make more noise than a block orchestra
I'm stalkin' ya
Follow my road I'm forkin' ya
To the path
So YO!
I make a lot of noise and always make an entrance, and I'm leading you down the path to greatness
I'm highly toxic...poison
I make more noise than a block orchestra
I'm stalkin' ya
Follow my road I'm forkin' ya
To the path
So YO!
Don't mess with me, I'm dangerous and my rhymes pack a punch. I'm still making lots of noise and leading you down my path
I house you like a curfew
Curse you
I hit you off with they hex
I got more tech than Apex
That spray necks
YO Fuck safe sex
You get suplex
In my two storie duplex
Yo' rhymes is rejects
I control you like a curfew and put a curse on you. I have better rhymes and skills than Apex, and I'm not afraid to use force. Your rhymes are trash and I'll destroy you
Metaphors has risen over the top
I kick the ancient bee bop
Pump Like a Reebok
See through my eyes
Then a peacock
I leave you as a laughin' stock
I'm gattin flocks of mc's
Who plastic glocks in they rhyme
But due time
I reach my true prime
Deaf like pantimime
As I chant a rhyme
You can't deny
My plan to plant ya mind
Inside my pocket
The lyric pilot keep ya in the cockpit
I rock shit
I fucking box it
My metaphors are superior, and I make music that will pump you up like Reebok shoes. I'm highly perceptive and I'm better than any peacock. I'll leave you embarrassed and laughing at yourself. I'm gathering fans who copy me but I'll eventually hit my true peak. My rhymes are so powerful, they can't be ignored. I'll always keep you under control and I'm the king of this game
I'm highly toxic...poison
I make more noise than a block orchestra
I'm stalkin' ya
Follow my road I'm forkin' ya
To the path
So YO!
Tell a friend
Tell a foe
Tell a hoe
Tell any fellow
I do it right like Danny Aeillo
I'm coming at you like a helo-copter
Chop ya
Couldn't hold the mic if I spot ya
I'm powerful and dangerous, making a lot of noise and leading you down my path. Spread the word and come along for the ride. I'm attacking you like a helicopter, chopping down anyone who gets in my way and taking the mic for myself
I could burn ya, I could learn ya
Somthin' by ya, I could earn ya type
(Famous Last Words)
I could defeat you, beseetch you
To retreat, delete you
Son I blast you, I smash you
Point my Gat at you, Bless You
I'm the toughest, brag, and puffin drags
With they heads in a duffle bag
I'm versatile and can destroy or teach you, depending on how you approach me. Don't mess with me or I'll take you out with my gun. I'm tough, confident, and always smoking weed. You'll never be able to compete with me
Contributed by Madison P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
outstretchedarm
i was obsessed with this song back in '98. When I couldnt find it on youtube, I purchased it
THE STONERS LOG
HIGH SCHOOL BANGER!!!!!!!! FAMOUS LAST WORDS!!!!! π―
Pikus 13
Incroyable beat et les flows sont tout simplement pure.... Ce son est magnifique
Sponge Bob
Incredible....Hiphop man......I just can't understand why people choose "rap music" over real hip hop. This shit go hard smh.
vollsticks
Hip-hop is the culture, rap is the music.
Sea Thizzo
Sponge Bobb hard as FUGGGGGG!
TERRY TURNER
vollsticks FACTS!!
Hugo Claro
Raw rap from the core. Nobody does this anymore.
thirdshift47
"I do it right like Danny Aiello!!!"LMFAO The rawest joint on the compilation.
Richard Lynt C137
This was and pretty much still is, the best thing I dug up befor my 20's. Been lookin' for this cd used for years now... I've bought 2 copies of "the roots: come alive" looking for is at my used 'gems' dealer... Then again who in there right mind would trade this in?