Scarface of Facebook - Mads Veslelia

You need people like me

So you can point your fucking fingers

And say, «Hey, that’s the wannabe»

So?

What that make you?

Real?

You’re not real.

You just know how to hide it better

(Wanna play games?)

I’ve been down, so down, now what’s up?

Everybody gonna drown in my notebook

Wanna be another clown in my outlook

Don’t drink and drive, but I’ma north-thug

Got beef with g’s, but that’s nothing

I deceased the beat, straight rocking

And I beat the beast, so I’m talking

MC’s, wanna say hello to my friend?

Yes, I’m right back and I beast mode

Everybody wanna rap, better be pro

Everybody wanna attack MV, so

Gotta stay strapped and whack every single

Evil soul, yeah, I beat them all

Feed their soul, with a piece of gold

Breathing slow, when I give these hoes

Cold ass coke with so much Mentos

Back with a bat, everybody wanna battle

Motherfuckers, I don’t really wanna shatter

But I gotta be the better with a hammer

Got letter in the chamber, umbrella for the weather

Man I said I’d never let up I’m so (raw)

Hook:

Music blogs never support me

I’m losing my mind, James Foley

I never got shine, but that is ok

I take it as a good sport, blow me

Cause now they gotta watch me take off

I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love

Media is feeding ya a fake buzz

And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook

(You wanna play rough? OK)

Wow, so many rappers

Wanna get up on a stage and capture

Everybody get fans, disaster

God damn, a scam, I gotta fracture

These cockroaches, motherfuckers

Fathersuckers, my budget, not a buck, still out here crushing

Busting, dusting, mainstream numbers

Nothing’s stopping, one hit wonders

Fussing, cussing, going under

Squashing, washing, showing thunder

So much shit, here comes the plumber

And when it’s you and me

Brazil and Germany

But still I’m sitting home, while you be on the fucking scene

Until that day when they see me, and what I laced up

I keep on spraying mace, Scarface of Facebook

Hook:

Music blogs never support me

I’m losing my mind, James Foley

I never got shine but that is ok

I take it as a good sport, blow me

Cause now they gotta watch me take off

I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love

Media is feeding ya a fake buzz

And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook

(You wanna play rough? Fuck with me? Say hello to my little friend…)

Break:

Cause I’ve been doubted and pushed away so many times

I never got a handout, so I stayed inside

Working on my craft and my level

Went sky high, my pen is pissing of the devil

I’m Charlie Hebdo

So now what?

Everybody want the power, devour

They don’t wanna work hours, cowards

I will never die, Jack Bauer

And I don’t give a damn, I diss you

I don’t want to be friends and kiss you

No hope and I plan to piss you

Off with a song so cold I freeze you

And I see no Sosa, but a bunch of G’s tryna be New Yorkers

Gotta hold my fortress

My balls so blue, but I gotta keep my focus

And I hate these roaches, tryna invade my pave, but I spray the locusts

The fake and hopeless never get a hold of me, man I show my posters

And I’m reppin' Norway

MC’s get yellow snow, and that’s foreplay

I don’t tell a joke, I go foray

Never try to block my fucking doorway

Respect to the ones before me

And the fans showed up, support me

So thankful yah, when I plant the bomb

And I say goodbye to the haters, ahh

Hook:

Music blogs never support me

I’m losing my mind, James Foley

I never got shine but that is ok

I take it as a good sport, blow me

(MV yo x9)

Cause now they gotta watch me take off

I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love

Media is feeding ya a fake buzz

And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook

Outro:

Give me your number, give me your number

My bedroom is taking over

So if you wanna step up to me little boy

Just know I’ll never redeploy

Rappers… Prepare for competi- (Mads! …)