It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame chords and lyrics - EPMD

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[Verse 1]
[Em][D][Em][D]
[Em]As the wind [D]sets the mood,
it's [Em]time to let off
A [D]sucker tried to play
me, the [Em]E I'm not soft
I'm [D]very hardcore,
droppin [Em]bombs like Warsaw
It reminds [D]me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the [Em]master plan
To [D]step up, and put the [Em]mic in my hand
Every[D]body was there, from
junior [Em]high to high schools
[D]Dy in to get busy,
because I [Em]knew I had the tools
[D]Then I got the heart
and went [Em]by the set
I said, [D]"Yo,
I wanna rock the set" [Em]"Yeah no sweat"
Kickin [D]rhymes in the place,
[Em]people couldn't take it
The [D]style I flowed,
the [Em]way I shaked and baked it
Later [D]on I made a record,
and [Em]got recogn[D]ition
Everybody's jockin, now [Em]nobody's
[D]dissin
Written and produced by the [Em]new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now [D]I'm [Em]known in school
I see the backstabbers, and
the elderly creature features
That [D]used to diss me,
[Em]when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip- top and I won't stop
To be the [D]master, [Em]in the field of hip- hop
I did [D]that, and got a [Em]name for myself
[D]The image of E, and [Em]all of my wealth
I see my [D]fake friends,
but things [Em]ain't the same
Oh what a [D]shame, I diss em
Who to [Em]blame? It wasn't
[D]me it was the "Fame!"

[Verse 2]
[D]It wasn't me it was the "Fame!"

[Verse 3]
[D]Before I cut records I had dreams
of livin large
Earnin crazy cash flow,
the [Em]whole nine yard[D]s
But when I told my college friends
they kicked [Em]back and laughed
Said, "You [D]better grab your books
and take your be[Em]hind to class"
[D]They said, "You couldn't make a record
and expect [Em]to get paid
Cause there's [D]too many def
rappers in the [Em]world today"
[D]I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my
[Em]style is def"
They said, "Your [D]name is Parrish son,
[Em]you're like all the rest
[D]Frontin you gettin a contract,
but [Em]then you 'fess"
But when you [D]heard my record playin,
your mouth [Em]was wide [D]open
Your head was tilted back that you was
[Em]almost chok[D]in
But I just lounge,
an[Em]d cool with the fellas
Like my roomie D- Wade,
Top Notch, and James Ellis
I [D]never hung with girls,
only [Em]one and she was mellow
[D]First name was Terry,
last name Romanello
My records started sellin then [Em]P withdrew
[D]From the college Southern Con,
[Em]known as SCSU
But when I [D]often go and visit they say,
"P bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle,
and [Em]throw up the peace sign
They [D]wanna feel my gold
and sport [Em]my R[D]olex
But P reply it's really nothin,
and [Em]don't like to flex
And when I [D]step up on the scene
I always [Em]hear them whisper
"Yo [D]P's not the same,
did you [Em]see him diss you?"
I go [D]deep into my thoughts,
then I [Em]questioned my brain
[D]It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune,
it was the "Fame!"

[Verse 4]
It wasn't [D]me it was the "Fame!"

[Verse 5]
[D]Oh!
Now you wanna know me, be
[Em]fore you wasn't speakin
Now [D]you watch "Yo! MTV
[Em]Raps" every weekend
[D]Just to see me, the [Em]E, and the P
[D]Coolin out on the scene,
with [Em]Fab 5 Freddy
Back [D]then you didn't know,
[Em]that I was determined
To [D]be a def [Em]rap per with the
[D]name Erick Sermon
To be a crowd mover,
someone [Em]that cause trouble
Then I [D]thought,
and came [Em]up with [D]E Double
I can't forget, how they used to dis[Em]s
Sayin [D]he can't rap, because
he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the [Em]style the sound
and how we looped it
[D]Now [Em]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
Livin [D]well off,
[Em]with dinero in the [D]bank
EPMD, is Erick [Em]Par rish Makin Dollars
[D]Always on tour, so you can
[Em]call us Rhodes Scholars
You [D]saw me in eighty- [Em]sev en, where
have you been because we miss you
I dis[D]missed [Em]you, it wasn't [D]me who dissed
you, it was [Em]the "Fame!"[D]

[Verse 6]
It wasn't me it was [D]the "Fame!"

[Verse 7]
As [D]I freak a funky style,
to a [Em]funky fresh rhythm
I use my [D]crazy def talent,
[Em]that God has given
[D]Me to flow slow, and [Em]still live large
To drop a [D]def LP,
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
[Em]hear them mumble
"They got [D]lucky on Strictly Biz
but watch the [Em]next one crumble"
My [D]father always told [Em]me to wisen up son
[D]Cause if you hung with nine broke friends,
you're bound to be the 10th one
So I cut my friends off, and P went [Em]for self
[D]Me and Erick Sermon, [Em]and no one else
Strictly [D]writin def lyrics to my
best abil[Em]ity
With the [D]crazy imagination
as my [Em]only utility
[D]Cause MC's around my way
brag how [Em]def they are
But now they [D]workin full time,
and [Em]sharin their mom's cars
Always [D]frontin to the girls,
how hard you [Em]can rock
But you [D]leave out how [Em]you carpin to go
[D]punch [Em]the clock
Yeah we [D]came hittin hard, so all
the talkin had to [Em]halt
But don't blame us,
blame [D]God, it's his fault
For assistin us on the mission
of a point of no return
To do a crab MC, [Em]who did not learn
Now when you're [D]hot you're hot,
and when you're [Em]not you're not
And when it [D]comes to funky music,
the two [Em]rock the spot
So next [D]time you see me coolin,
bite [Em]your lip and respect
Between [D]me and you sonny,
straight up, I'm like death
I cooled on the Run tour,
[Em]with Flavor and Chuck
Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh [D]Prince but
I [Em]guess that was luck
[D]I did shows in crazy countries,
[Em]like Europe and France
Copenha[D]gen, Denmark,
an[Em]d Amsterdam
I even [D]been to our country,
[Em]that they call Africa
Keep your [D]eyes on your girl,
[Em]cause P'll be watch[D]in around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin
A new way to sway,
cause brothers keep vickin
Flows and echoes, [Em]that sound exact
But you're [D]rhymin in circles,
and [Em]you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride,
by the way I'm still the same
First [D]name is still Par[Em]rish,
Sue's my girl, nuttin changed
You in[D]sist [Em]I act funny,
but who's to blame?
[D]It wasn't Yo! MTV Raps,
[D]the money, or Soul Train
It was the "Fame!"

[Verse 8]
It wasn't me [Em]it was[D][D]
[Em][D][Em]
[D][C]
[D]the[Em][D][Em]

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