Music (music), reality (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 if there aint 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 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?
´fore I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up ´fore I get down, run myself in the ground, ´fore I put some whack Shit out I´m trynna 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 trynna to knock His teeth out (Punching Sound) Fuck with me now, bitch, let´s see you freestyle Talk is cheap, muthafucka if you´re really feelin´ 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 (gunshot sound) I´m every nigga´s favorite arch-enemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga wit beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently I´m not what ya 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 murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I´m surgical I´m allergic to dyin´, ya think not ya got balls We can see how large When the music stops
Kon Artist I was happy havin´ a deal at first Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst It hurts when you see ya friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain´t got nothin´ left but ya word and ya balls And your stress full of cause Of ya new friends they beggin´ wit they hands out Checkin´ for your record when it´s sellin´ When it ain´t, that´s the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till you car spin you then Screech Damn! Crash you slam into the wall and you fall Out the car, trynna 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 ya men loyal When I pull up lookin´ for ya Wit a pistol sippin´ on a can of Pennzoil I´m revved up, who said what would lead bust ya head would just explode With red stuff I´m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin´ about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggas, if I was you 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 dyin´ alone that really Hurts me, you ain´t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trynna walk how g´s walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war wit ya 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 daylight nigga your a goner at night
When The Music Stops
Proof Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya´ll don´t want war, i 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 has 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 R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who go´n tell me I ain´t Mike Ass cheeks painted white
Fuckin´ Priscilla tonight Flyin´ down sunset smokin´ crack Transvestite in the front Eddie Murphy in the back MOP had me grimy and gritty Marilyn Manson, I dyed 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 goin´ in shock, I´m reachin´ for the glock but the music stops