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Bizzare:
*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
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