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Bizarre:Music....Reality....Sometimes it's hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers have a responsibility, to these kids... PsycheEminem:If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tommorrow, would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter?Could never be the lead-off batter if there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin'but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake, there's too much on my plate, I done came waytoo far in this game, to turn and walk away, and not say what I got to saywhat the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me backI'll get up 'fore I get down, gun myself in the ground, 'fore I put some wack shit outI'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark, y'all steady tryin' to drown a sharkain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me offsee me leap out, pull a piece out, fuck shootin', I'm just tryin' to knock his teeth outfuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle, talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leapyo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with thatman I hate this crap, this ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act, when we confuse hip hopwith real life when the music stopsSwifty:Ain't no getting' rid of Mcveigh, if so you woulda tried, the only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicideI have died clinically, arrived ride back at my enemies' crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish himI'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy, physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark, dilligently, I'm not what you thinkI appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered, I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paperI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acresI'll murder you, I gauge have me turn into a mad man, son of sam bitch, I'm surgicalI'm allergic to dyin', you think not, you got balls? We can see how largewhen the music stopsKon Artis:I was happy havin' a deal at first, thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worseIt hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog, and you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your ballsand you're stressed from the calls of your new friends, beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'when it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spinyou think Damn! When you slam into the wall, and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one armI'm bout to lose it all, in a pool of alcohol, if my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even callwhen the music stopsVon:Let's see how many of your men loyal, when I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of penzoilI'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffedtossed in the paddywagon, braggin' about how you shouted, like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggasIf I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance, understand, I can enhance the spirit of manDeath itself, it can hurt me, just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks meyou ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk, be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we sparkhug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war with your life, fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knifedeliver that shit that coroner's like, you hype, poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga you're a gonner at nightwhen the music stopsProof:Instigators, turn pits in cages, let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razorsy'all don't want war, y'all want talk, in the dark, my dogs all bark like woof!Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof, caved in like reindeer hoofsstomp the booth, shake, the floor tiles loose, the more y'all breath, shit, the more lose movesIt's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues, put a gun to rap check in all our duesnigga, or make the news, betcha all move, when the uzi pop you better dropwhen the music stopBizarre:Music has changed my life in so many ways, brains confused been fucked since the fifth gradeLl told me rock the bells, Nwa said fuck the police, now I'm in jail'93 was strictly R&B, fucked haircut, listenin' to JodeciMichael Jackson who gonna tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonightFlyin' down Sunset smokin' crack, transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the backMop had grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I died my hair blue, and grew some tittiesLudacris told me to throw them bows, now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbowvoices in my head I'm goin' in shock, I'm reachin' for the glock, but the music stops...
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