i Heart Fame
We Lived Twice
Live from Broadway: rumble young Boots rumble–but I’m trying not to stumble. We seeded our way out of the Now Generation–you can have it immediately cause I like our perfect present. Advice I will take, but in a world full of takers it has to be from the right curator; Jacob El Hanani…
Insecure A$$hole
Mmmk, I’ve been a good little boy; quiet and paying my tithes. My life is too crazy to talk logically, so I just go in my zone and make shit hot. I’ve tried to change for the better, but I’ve gotten accustomed to drinking distilled vodka like a Russian mobster…
The Ransom Note
Relax and take notes, as I present this recording: I’m doing my very own On Stage series; the ski mask way–I’m taking what’s mine. This time New York was the victim, with Ricky Rozay! We some invisible bullies? Naw, let’s just say I see alot and since I’m from Houston I do Rap-A-Lot…
Machine Gun Funk
Not hardcore enough for a stick up, but I don’t just do it–we over does it; given out air kisses–muaaaah may you rest in peace. Unconsciously I play them far like a moon to a star–stretching the brand like I’m Mr. Fantastic–no Four, just a female passenger…
Pick A Career
The name Phifer is ringing #moblephone. I’m living life like I’m on the run–like a queen with a Birkin bag; check the receipt. New Orleans was first, now Philly–and anything you can do I can do better, I can stunt and give cunt better than you….
Chain Heavy
And—I’m–in–nothing–but—diamonds. You know the whole repertoire; gettin love from major brands and currently seeking a fan club president. Known to hang with a girl or two; skinny high cheek bones dark fantasy, me: I keep lifting #Hulk Hogan…
Visible Birds; Check In
These days everybody talks fly–no plane. Here: have a beer–Heineken, cause when you gettin money you inspire. So I checked-in New Orleans and figured out that nobody young was in my lane. I should start wearing pampers cause I’m the s__t. I’m Mr.Ross–Diana, with hair like Rapunzel…
Please Be Seated
This is what it looks like when you make a left when they say right. Even I look in the mirror: is this really you? When did Phifer go missing?–I’m on a mission. What, huh? Picture the equation: house by the bay, Star Jones, Gayle King–they was like “Hey Brooke hows school”…
Triple Entendre
I pulled up in a taxi–took it twice; he has no regard. At fly parties with fly haircuts–sorry I arrived a little late, I was in the bathroom; combs and a nail file. This time around–we came to conquer it all. Bubble gum poppin & sangria sippin; so don’t even think about starving me…
Disappearing Acts
I’m determined to succeed! Follow my lead, and yes indeed, you will be…POPULAR! You’re gonna be popular! I’ll teach you the propper ploys, when to talk your noise, little ways to flirt and flounce, ooh!…
