(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 tomorrow,
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 battling
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake,
There's too much on my plate, I done 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 smoking crack?
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground,
'Fore I put some wack shit out
I'm trying to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark,
Y'all steady trying to drown a shark
Ain't gon' do nothing but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass,
Just twist me off see me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shooting, 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 really feeling froggish, leap
Yo Slim, you gon' 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
(Swifty:)
Ain't no getting' rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried,
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies'
Crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish 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 nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I'll murder you, I gauge to have me turn into
A mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'm allergic to dying, you think not
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
(Kon Artis:)
I was happy having a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy, 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 nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Begging with their hands out, checking for your record when it's selling
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 the car
And try to crawl with one arm
I'm bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call when the music stops
(Von:)
Let's see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up looking for you with a pistol, sipping a can of penzoil
I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
Tossed in the paddywagon, bragging about how you shouted,
Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas
If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance
Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can hurt me
Just the thought of dying alone that really irks me
You 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 playing tug-of-war with your life,
Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife
Deliver that shit that coroner's like, you hype,
Popping shit in broad daylight, nigga you're a goner 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 all bark like woof!
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hooves
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more y'all breath, shit, the more I moves
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our dues
Nigga, or make the news, betcha all y'all move
When the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
(Bizarre:)
Music has changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused been fucked since the fifth grade
LL told me to rock the bells,
NWA said fuck the police, now I'm in jail
'93 was strictly R&B,
Fucked up haircut, listening to Jodeci
Michael Jackson who gonna tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla tonight
Flying down Sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
MOP had me 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 with a 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...
