Bizzare

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 worse
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 stressed from the calls
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 girls
Just the gin u drink till you car spins you then
Screech
Damn!
Crash
you slam into the wall and you fall
Out the car, trynna crawl with one arm
im bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they 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' a can of Pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what when lead bust ya head just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the patty wagon
Braggin' about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devoured you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance
Understand I can enhance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dyin' alone it really
irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trynna walk how g's walk before we spark
Hump the floor while we playin tug of war with your life, fuck the tour and the Mic
I'd 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, yall want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof!
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, bitches are on 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 dues (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, been 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