| Song | No More Fans |
| Artist | 欧阳靖 |
| Album | Presents The Emcees Properganda |
| The Emcee. | |
| Golden Child. | |
| we Crafty... | |
| yo G I had this crazy dream last night man. | |
| the world was upside down yo. | |
| everybody was tryin' to get in the industry. | |
| all I could say was... | |
| (chorus) | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine | |
| woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes | |
| thats how the shit seems | |
| everytime I turn around all I hear is "yo let me spit sixteen" | |
| is it me or do I gota sign on my forehead | |
| that says “wanna get signed? just rhyme go head!” | |
| all this rappin got me stressin | |
| I wonder if this only happens in my profession | |
| like when Jordan had the number one spot | |
| you think they ran up on him like you gota see my jumpshot | |
| I don't know maybe its just me | |
| but you should need a license to call yaself a emcee | |
| you must be jokin right you aint dope or tight | |
| and peep what happened last night at the open mic | |
| when they called for heads to go up and spit | |
| the whole club got on stage aint that some shit | |
| (chorus) | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I'd be platinum believe ya ears | |
| if I sold every demo I received in the last three years | |
| I aint braggin but I been around the world tourin | |
| you never left ya house you just stay on the forums | |
| open for criticism everytime I spit it | |
| but who the fuck died and made you the head critic | |
| be the ones with no talent whinin how | |
| always got somethin to complain about like Simon Cowell | |
| I woulda made the first verse the third | |
| more ad libs and before the chorus add a bridge | |
| like you got the formula for makin a hit | |
| only time you ever drop somethin nasty is takin a shit | |
| if you got somethin to say make it legit | |
| but it seems like these bastards aint gonna quit | |
| see they'll dis you knowin that their raps aint official | |
| turn around and be like can I do a track with you | |
| (chorus) | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I know you feel like everyday you get a bit closer | |
| in your room dolo spittin to Jay's poster | |
| its cools to chase dreams but I'd advise | |
| you play it safe don't quit ya 9 to 5 | |
| that's just reality stop duckin it | |
| like eatin steak with a butterknife you aint cuttin it | |
| oh cause he ya cousin you got him on the track | |
| demo didn't even make it to the bottom of the stack | |
| sick of so-called producers yall get tired | |
| kick the same sales pitch “yo my shit is fire” | |
| if that's true get ya turn to see me | |
| but ya beats aint even hot enough to burn a cd | |
| they never fail to blow my high | |
| talkin bout I manage so and so and did blah blah blah | |
| I sign autographs shake hands and never think | |
| cause nowadays fans are damn near extinct | |
| (chorus) | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll | |
| ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up. | |
| where they at... | |
| nobody... | |
| where they at... | |
| nobody... |
| The Emcee. | |
| Golden Child. | |
| we Crafty... | |
| yo G I had this crazy dream last night man. | |
| the world was upside down yo. | |
| everybody was tryin' to get in the industry. | |
| all I could say was... | |
| chorus | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine | |
| woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes | |
| thats how the shit seems | |
| everytime I turn around all I hear is " yo let me spit sixteen" | |
| is it me or do I gota sign on my forehead | |
| that says " wanna get signed? just rhyme go head!" | |
| all this rappin got me stressin | |
| I wonder if this only happens in my profession | |
| like when Jordan had the number one spot | |
| you think they ran up on him like you gota see my jumpshot | |
| I don' t know maybe its just me | |
| but you should need a license to call yaself a emcee | |
| you must be jokin right you aint dope or tight | |
| and peep what happened last night at the open mic | |
| when they called for heads to go up and spit | |
| the whole club got on stage aint that some shit | |
| chorus | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I' d be platinum believe ya ears | |
| if I sold every demo I received in the last three years | |
| I aint braggin but I been around the world tourin | |
| you never left ya house you just stay on the forums | |
| open for criticism everytime I spit it | |
| but who the fuck died and made you the head critic | |
| be the ones with no talent whinin how | |
| always got somethin to complain about like Simon Cowell | |
| I woulda made the first verse the third | |
| more ad libs and before the chorus add a bridge | |
| like you got the formula for makin a hit | |
| only time you ever drop somethin nasty is takin a shit | |
| if you got somethin to say make it legit | |
| but it seems like these bastards aint gonna quit | |
| see they' ll dis you knowin that their raps aint official | |
| turn around and be like can I do a track with you | |
| chorus | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I know you feel like everyday you get a bit closer | |
| in your room dolo spittin to Jay' s poster | |
| its cools to chase dreams but I' d advise | |
| you play it safe don' t quit ya 9 to 5 | |
| that' s just reality stop duckin it | |
| like eatin steak with a butterknife you aint cuttin it | |
| oh cause he ya cousin you got him on the track | |
| demo didn' t even make it to the bottom of the stack | |
| sick of socalled producers yall get tired | |
| kick the same sales pitch " yo my shit is fire" | |
| if that' s true get ya turn to see me | |
| but ya beats aint even hot enough to burn a cd | |
| they never fail to blow my high | |
| talkin bout I manage so and so and did blah blah blah | |
| I sign autographs shake hands and never think | |
| cause nowadays fans are damn near extinct | |
| chorus | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up | |
| I swear ya' ll where' s the fans ya' ll | |
| ain' t nobody even sittin' in the stands ya' ll | |
| you rap? manage? produce? what? | |
| aw shut the fuck up. | |
| where they at... | |
| nobody... | |
| where they at... | |
| nobody... |