Eminem

Eminem - 2

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[Echo]
 Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
 But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
 Psyche!

 [Eminem:]
 If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
 Would you feel sorrow or show love
 Or would it matter
 Can never be the lead-off batter of things
 Shit for me to feed off
 I'm see-saw battlin
 But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
 There's too much on my plate
 And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
 And not say what I got to say
 What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
 Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
 I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
 I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
 Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
 Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
 Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
 See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
 Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
 Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
 Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
 He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
 Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
 This is crazy the way we act
 When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

 [Swift:]
 There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
 If so you woulda tried
 The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
 I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
 Got drunk then I finished he
 I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
 Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
 I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
 I'm not what you think
 I appear to be fucked up
 Mentally endangered
 I can't stay away from a razor
 I just want my face in a paper
 I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
 I murder you
 Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
 I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
 When the music stops

 [Kon Artist:]
 I was happy having a deal at first,
 Thought money would make me happy but
 It only made my pain worst,
 It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
 When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
 N ur stress full of cause
 Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
 Checking for ur record when its selling
 When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
 No friends no girl
 Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
 [Screech]
 Damn!
 [Crash]
 U slam into the wall and u fall
 Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
 About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
 If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

 [Kuniva:]
 Let's see how many of your men loyal,
 When i pull up looking for you,
 With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
 I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
 With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
 Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
 Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
 Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
 Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
 Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
 Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
 Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
 I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
 You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night

 When The Music Stops



 [Proof:]
 Instigators, ?? pits in cages
 Let loose and bit the neighbours
 wrist to razors
 Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
 In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
 Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
 Caved in like reindeer hoofs
 Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
 The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
 This hell street, this is hardcore blues
 Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
 Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
 When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

 [Bizzare:]
 Music's changed my life in so many ways
 Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
 LL told me to rock the bells
 NWA said fuck the police
 Now i'm in jail
 93 was strictly RNB
 Fucked up hair cut
 Listen to Jodeci
 Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
 Ass cheeks painted white
 Fucking Presilla at night
 Flying down sunset smoking crack
 Transvestite in the front
 Eddi Murphy in the back
 MOP had me grindy and griddy
 Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
 And grew some titties
 Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
 Now i'm in the hospital
 Broken nose and a fractured elbow
 Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
 I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops

 [Bang
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