(featuring Eminem)
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From the compilation "Anger Management 3"
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Obie trice:
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Obie the person that came up intreverted
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cause of nervousness that was solely the only verdict
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it was worth it cause he changed became so observant
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serving such of a purpose
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if you knew him earlier in his days its like a different version
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so much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain
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thats why theres curtains in this murder if you gettin' worked up
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i'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher
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I had enough of isolating myself in a room
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writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school
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now look what he became, a fool?
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cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you
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Living hard but still Juliard a god walks in but aint spend a day in the pew
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Regardless of this i draw visual pictures when a nigga vents
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so welcome to the art department
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Eminem:
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I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate a saint
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Cinic keep em' thinkin its a fuckin gimic when it ain't
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Clinically insane, brain is on venus fuck uranus
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label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
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He may seem as though he's plain normal
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if you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
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he ain't as mean as what they say
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See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
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so he's vaugue, so they mistake him for bein' crazed
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you part ways, your impression of him changed
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you don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
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then you catch him flippin you off, with his pants down
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hands around his scrotum, tuckin his fuckin penis between his legs
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Emulate
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Obie Trice |