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Bizarre:
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
tommorrow, would youfeel sorrow, or show love,
or would it matter?
Could never be the lead-off batter if there
ain't shit for me tofeed off, I'm see-saw
battlin'
but there's way too much at stake for me to be
fake, there's toomuch on my plate, I done came
way
too far in this game, to turn and walk away,
and not say what Igot to say
what the fuck you take me for, a joke? You
smokin' crack? 'Fore Ido that, I'd beg Mariah
to take me back
I'll get up 'fore I get down, gun myself in the
ground, 'fore Iput some wack shit out
I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park,
five-thousand mark,y'all steady tryin' to drown
a shark
ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to
the can of whipass, just twist me off
see me leap out, pull a piece out, fuck
shootin', I'm just tryin'to knock his teeth
out
fuck with me now bitch, let's see you
freestyle, talk is cheap,motherfucker, if you
really feelin' froggish, leap
yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to playyou, you can't let him skate
with that
man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, this is
crazy the way weact, when we confuse hip
hop
with real life when the music stops
Swifty:
Ain't no getting' rid of McVeigh, if so you
woulda tried, theonly way I'm leavin' this
bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived ride back at my
enemies' cribwith Hennessey, got drunk then I
finish him
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy,
physically fitted to bethe most dangerous nigga
with beef
I spark willingly, with a dillinger in the
dark, dilligently, I'mnot what you think
I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered,
I can't stay awayfrom a razor, I just want my
face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
to awake neighborsfor acres
I'll murder you, I gauge have me turn into a
mad man, son of sambitch, I'm surgical
I'm allergic to dyin', you think not, you got
balls? We can seehow large
when the music stops
Kon Artis:
I was happy havin' a deal at first, thought
money would make mehappy, but it only made my
pain worse
It hurts when you see your friends turn their
back on you, dog,and you ain't got nuttin' left
but your word and your balls
and you're stressed from the calls of your new
friends, beggin'with their hands out, checkin'
for your record when it'ssellin'
when it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no
friends, no girls,just the gin you drink, till
your car spin
you think DAMN! When you slam into the wall,
and you fall out thecar and try to crawl with
one arm
I'm bout to lose it all, in a pool of alcohol,
if my funeral'stomorrow, wonder would they even
call
when the music stops
Von:
Let's see how many of your men loyal, when I
pull up lookin' foryou with a pistol, sippin' a
can of penzoil
I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
your head justexplode with red stuff, I'm
handcuffed
tossed in the paddywagon, braggin' about how
you shouted, like acoward, bullets devoured
you, showered you niggas
If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a
chance, understand, Ican enhance the spirit of
man
Death itself, it can hurt me, just the thought
of dyin' alonethat really irks me
you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap
talk, be smart andstop tryin' to walk how G's
walk before we spark
hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war with
your life, fuck atour and a mike, I'd rather
fuck a whore with a knife
deliver that shit that coroner's like, you
hype, poppin' shit inbroad daylight, nigga
you're a gonner at night
when the music stops
Proof:
Instigators, turn pits in cages, let loose and
bit the neighbors,wrist to razors
y'all don't want war, y'all want talk, in the
dark, my dogs allbark like woof!
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof,
caved in likereindeer hoofs
stomp the booth, shake, the floor tiles loose,
the more y'allbreath, shit, the more lose
moves
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues, put a
gun to rap checkin all our dues
nigga, or make the news, betcha all move, when
the uzi pop youbetter drop
when the music stop
Bizarre:
Music has changed my life in so many ways,
brains confused beenfucked since the fifth
grade
LL told me rock the bells, NWA said fuck the
police, now I'm injail
'93 was strictly R&B, fucked haircut,
listenin' to Jodeci
Michael Jackson who gonna tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheekspainted white, fuckin' Priscilla
tonight
Flyin' down Sunset smokin' crack, transvestite
in the front,Eddie Murphy in the back
MOP had grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I
died my hair blue,and grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bows, now I'm in
the hospital witha broken nose and a fractured
elbow
voices in my head I'm goin' in shock, I'm
reachin' for the glock,but the music
stops...
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