[Bizzare:]
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[Echo]
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Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
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But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
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Sike!
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[Eminem:]
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If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
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Would you feel sorrow or show love
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Or would it matter
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Can never be the lead-off batter of things
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Shit for me to feed off
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I'm see-saw battlin
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But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
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There's too much on my plate
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And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
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And not say what I got to say
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What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
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Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
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I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
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I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
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Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
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Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
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Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
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See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
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Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
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Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
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Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
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He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
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Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
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This is crazy the way we act
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When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
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[Swift:]
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There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
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If so you woulda tried
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The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
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I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
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Got drunk then I finished he
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I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
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Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
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I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
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I'm not what you think
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I appear to be fucked up
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Mentally endangered
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I can't stay away from a razor
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I just want my face in a paper
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I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
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I murder you
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Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
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I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
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When the music stops
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[Kon Artist:]
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I was happy having a deal at first,
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Thought money would make me happy but
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It only made my pain worst,
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It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
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When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
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And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
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Beggin' with they hands out
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Checking for ur record when its selling
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When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
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No friends no girl
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Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
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[Screech]
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Damn!
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[Crash]
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U slam into the wall and u fall
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Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
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About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
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If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
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[Kuniva:]
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Let's see how many of your men loyal,
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When i pull up looking for you,
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With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
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I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
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With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
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Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
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Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
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Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
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Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
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Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
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Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
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Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
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I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
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You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night
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When The Music Stops
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[Proof:]
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Instigators, turn pits in cages
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Let loose and bit the neighbours
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wrist to razors
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Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
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In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
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Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
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Caved in like reindeer hoofs
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Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
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The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
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| This hell street, this is hardcore blues |
