Idol Thoughts Part II (Prod. Remot)

by Cam James

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Four minutes of fame.

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Lyrics:

Fuck the Kardashians I ain't keepin' up wit
the paparrazzi pics been makin' me sick
n I feel like we conducted, experiments of the social type
of what people fuck wit', hopin' y'all know that
without the makeup all these people busted
Nicki ass fake, but y'all be actin',
as if she packin' supernatural woman assets
like Angela Bassett, Badu, Adina Howard matched it
Mya been all natural, goddesses livin' action
loved Toni Braxton, what happened to all the singers
I feel like we lackin' talent and the ambition to max it
nowadays, forfeit ya skills for sour blaze
no alcohol in my system, my family hours away
and by the way, fuck a Bieber, mascot for misappropriation
went from Backstreet Boys, to Janet's Rhythm Nation
cut off my cable restrictin' my observations
of the bullshit they callin' real, 'cause I'm prone to aggravation
used to be fiendin' for it, I don't wanna be famous now
I'm hella private, fuck all that scrutiny rainin' down
'cause one second you killin' shit, recordin' Thriller hits
then they puttin' words in ya mouth like a ventriloquist
don't need the hype
if I met you online, then we need to Skype
usin' best friend's pictures n catfishin' for overnights
I don't play that, ain't really got room for oversights
meticulous, spit ridiculous, theorems I'm known to write
'cause I been thinkin' hella different, superstardom is all illusions
how many stars done got that influence and never used it?
and how many done wrapped it up wit' nickle plated 45's
to the temple, who the hell wants to be celebrated?
it's overrated

But...my attention ain't weaponry
when that camera flash on 'em they don't never bleed
said when that camera flash on 'em they don't never bleed

you can miss me wit that sensitivity shit 'cause they rich and famous
they wanted this life I'm blameless, you judge and jury, arraignment
actin' like they angels, uh
ain't like I'm heinous, for watchin' they livin' shameless
role models next generation pick that up, they stainin' them, uh
they deserved the payment, attention, before that vain intervention
becomin' popular killed off they mission
sold out, and I guess that's why I'm holdin' out love
I'd be a bigger fan if he stayed local that golden route
clubs, festivals, keep both yo testicles man up and be real
just look at what's-his-name from you-know-where that recipe still
workin', stay in that hooptie, stay patient wait for merchants
fuck yo studio sermons, man we want acoustic versions
keep yo soul intact, don't speak on yo life or trappings of fame
well you can speak on it, long as you keep on rappin' the same
I only like rappers that don't be actin' like actors
and don't be dressin' like faggots they hold it down for real hip hop
he gotta stay down for my needs, I put him on myself
I didn't directly help, but I boosted that torrent health
why he gotta make money from it, why he gotta whore himself
I pay attention to the lyrical fashions, y'all adore the belt
divin' in irrelevance, surroundin' yourself wit them stupid regiments
I need that message, Kendrick and Wasalu been heaven sent
nobody else can rap, especially trap music
where the hell are the greats, all the talent left and went
to Atlanta

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released March 23, 2015
Written, Recorded & Performed by Cam James in Marietta, GA
Produced & Mixed by Remot in Portland, Oregon
Excerpt from: Dave Chappelle - "For What It's Worth"

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Cam James Atlanta, Georgia

Cam James is gonna act like he's not narrating this joint. All y'all gotta know is that I'm passionate about the art, and hopefully that shows in every track you hear. ATL.

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