(feat. Bizarre)



[Bizarre:]

"Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by...

some real ghetto Detroit shit..."



[Verse 1]

I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks

In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week

Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek

And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so)

Consider every word that I spit

Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot

You're forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills

And here after you'll feel the FEAR FACTOR

A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows

With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR

You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee

Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL

Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming

I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon

I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE

With your bitch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air



[Chorus]

Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it)

Back to reality (yeah)

Back to the here and now (uh)

Back to life (I gotta bring it)

Back to reality (so I gotta take it)

Back to the here and now (uh)



[Verse 2]

See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole

One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE

Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS

Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass

I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB

In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob

We don't live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES

TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school

Fuck ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee

Who's career is just 1 big mistake cuz

This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats

WEAKEST LINK's get killed over beats and defeats

2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon

No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION

No search star killers the faces glazed over

This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what)



[Bizarre:]

"Don't touch that dial... we'll be right back after these messages...

you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a bitch..."



(I gotta bring it)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand

And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND

Won't be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART

I don't use SCARE TACTICS I'll tear you apart

This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP

WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps

YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME

AMERICA'S MOST WANTED try and step in this game

They water down the show with these hooks that just rival

Ozzy OSBOURNE'S speech when he needs a sub-title

I'm not in it for fame or even the props

If I wasn't ripping mics you could find me on COPS

Being chased by hands of fans for autographs

And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath

For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now

To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE



[Chorus]



Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush...

and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck...

we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City...

Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys

Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I'm out..."