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These aren't necessarily my favorite SONGS, but I just like the LYRICS to them. With the exception of a few, such as EMIN3M! Read 'em if you want.
"Sing for the moment"
These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings. Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing. To see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care he's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out when he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out. Cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out. His thoughts are wacked; he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock 'n' rap. He sags his pants; do-rags and a stocking cap. His step father hit him so he socked him back, and broke his nose, his house is a broken home, there's no control, he just lets his emotions go.
Sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear, sing with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the Good Lord will take you away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum, holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun; lonely cuz don't anyone know me. Yet everybody just feels like they can relate. I guess words are a mother fucker, they can be great, or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate. It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum. Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis hapen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' to havin' a fortune no more kissin ass but then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorney's all want a turn at you to they hands on ever dime you have. They want you to lose your mind every time you mad so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns. That's why these prosectuors wanna convict me. Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly. But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while police fingerprint me. They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B. It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you
Sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear. Sing with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow, the Good Lord will take you away...
They say music can altar moods, and talk to you. Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too? Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued. See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they wanna get one cuz they think the shit's cool. Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales you ignoramus. But music is reflection of self. We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fucking thing that we wanted. That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing, except for a dream, and a fuckin rap magazine, who post pin up pictures on they walls. Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs. Or for anyone who's ever been thru shit in they lives, til they sit and they cry at night, wishin theyd die. Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe. We're nothin to you, but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes. That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden. And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on thru the lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can
Sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the laughter sing for the tear. Sing with me, just for today. Maybe tomorrow the Good Lord will take you away...
"The way I am"
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin these sentences Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully. but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me my tank is on empty. No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin' you 10 feet. In the air I don't care who was there or who saw me destroy you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me
And I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. Cuz I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't know, that's just the way I am.
Sometimes I just feel like my father. I hate to be bothered, with all of this nonsense it's constant and "Oh, It's his lyrical content. That song guilty conscience has gotten such rotten responses." And all oof this controversy circles me and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me. So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinkiy or the ring or the thumb it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck, when you own't just put up with the bullshit they pull cuz they're full of shit too when a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school. and they blame it on marilyn, and the heroin. Where were they're parents at? And look where it's at. Middle America. NOw it's a tragedy NOW it's so sad to see an upper class city havin' this happenin. then attack eminem cuz I rap this way. but I'm glad cuz they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and its burnin and i have returned
Cuz I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. Cuz I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am. In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't konw that's just the way I am.
I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and drop from my label, let's stop with the fables, I'm not gunna be able to top on "My Name is" And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations And I just do not got the patience to deal with these cocky caucasions who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cuz I talk with an accent and grab all my balls so they always keep askin the same fuckin questions: What school did I go to, what 'hood I grew up in. The why the who what, when the where and the how. til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out. cause they drivin me crazy. I can't take it I'm racin I'm pacin' I stand and I sit. and I'm thankful for every fan that I get. But i can't take a shit in the bathroom without someone standin' by it. No I won't sign your autograph you can call me an asshole I'm gald
Cuz I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. Cuz I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am. In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't know that's just the way I am.
"Hailie's Song"
Some days I sit, starin' out the window. Watchin' this world pass me by. Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for. I almost break down and cry. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I'm crazy, oh so crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive. But then I see my baby. Suddenly I'm not crazy. It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders. Everyone's leanin' on me. And sometimes it feels like the world's almost over. But then she comes back to me.
My baby girl keeps gettin' older. I watch her grow up with pride. People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me. They just don't see my real side.
I act like shit don't phase me. Inside it drives me crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive.
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders. Everyone's leanin' on me. Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over. But then she comes back to me.
Man, if I could sing I'd keep singin this song to my daughter. If I could hit the notes I'd blow somethin as long as my father to show her how I feel about her. How proud I am that I got her. God, I'm a daddy. I'm so glad that her mom didn't abort her. Now you probably get this picture from my public persona that I'm a pistol packin' drug addict who bags on his momma. But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest. cuz there's a lotta shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside of my soul. and just know that I grow colder the older I grow. This boulder on my shoulder is gettin harder to hold. and this load is like the weight of the world, and i think my neck is breakin. should i just give up? or try to live up to these expectations? now look. I love my daughter more than life in itself. But I gotta wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell. but I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt. So many chances man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else. but the years that i've wasted is notihn to the tears that i've tasted. so here's what i'm facin : 3 felonies, 6 years of probation. I've went to jail for this woman, i've been to bat for this woman. I've taken bats to people's backs bent over backwards for this woman. Man I shoulda seen it comin'. Why'd I stick my penis up it? wouldn'ta ripped the pre nip up if I'da seen what she was fuckin' but fuck it it's over there's no more reason to cry no more. I got my baby, maybe the only lady that I adore, Hailie. So syonara, try tomorrow nice to know ya. Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner. And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted. It's like the greatest gift you can get; the weight has been lifted.
ANd now it don't feel like the world's on my hsoulders. Everyones leanin on me. Cuz my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier. Nothing can take her from me.
"Brown Eyes"
Remember the first day that i saw your face. Remember the first day when you smiled at me. You stepped to me. And then you said to me, I was the woman you dreamed about. Remember the first day when I called your house. Remember the first day when you took me out. We had butterfies although we tried to hide and we both had a beautiful night.
The way we held eachother's had. The way we talked; the way we laughed. It felt so good to fall in love. I knew right then and there you were the one.
I know that he loves me cuz he told me so. I know that he loves me cuz his feelings show. When he stares at me, you see he cares for me. You see how he is so deep in love. I know that he loves me cuz it's obvious. I know that he loves me cuz it's me he trusts. And he's missin me if he's not kissin me and when he looks at me, his brown eyes tell his soul.
Remember the first day, the first day we kissed. Remember the first day we had an argument. We apologized and the we compromised, and haven't argued since. Remmeber the first day we stopped playin' games. Remember the first day you fell in love with me. It felt so good for you to say those words, cuz I felt the same way too. The way we held eachother's had. The way we talked; the way we laughed. It felt so good to fall in love. I knew right then and there you were the one.
I know that he loves me cuz he told me so. I know that he loves me cuz his feelings show. When he stares at me you see he cares for me. You see how he is so deep in love. I know that he loves me cuz it's obvious. I know that he loves me cuz it's me he trusts. And he's misin me, if he's not kissin me. And when he looks at me, his brown eyes tell his soul.
I'm so happy, so happy that you're in my life and baby, not that you're a part of me, you showed me, showed me the true meaning of love. And I know he loves me...
I know that he loves me cuz he told me so. I know that he loves me cuz his feelings show. And when he stares at me, you see he cares for me. You see how he is so deep in love. I know that he loves me cuz it's obvious. I know that he loves me cuz it's me he trusts. And he's missin' me, if he's not kissin' me. And when he looks at me, his brown eyes tell his soul ... He looks at me... and his brown eyes tell his soul ...
"You get me"
So I'm a little left of center. I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal. So I just bend their spoon. Who wants to be ordinary, in a crazy, mixed up world? I don't care what they're sayin'. As long as I'm your girl. Hey, you were on my side. And they, they just rolled their eyes.
You get me. When nobody understands; you come and take the chance. Baby you get me. You look inside my wild mind, never knowin' what you'll find. And still you want me all the time, yeah you do. You get me.
So what if I see the sunshine. In the pourin' rain. Some people think I'm crazy. but you say It's okay. You've seen my secret garden. Where all of my flowers grow. In my imagination, anything goes. I, I am all you want. And they, they just read me wrong.
You get me. When nobody undterstands. You come and hold my hand. Baby you get me. You look inside my wild mind. Never knowin' what you'll find. And sitll you want me all the time, yeah you do. You get me.
Hey, you are on my side. and they, they just roll their eyes. Cuz you get me. When nobody understands,
You come and take the chance. Baby, you get me.
When none of the pieces fit, You make sense of it.
You get me. You look inside my wild mind, Never knowing what you'll find, And still I want you all the time. Yeah, you do. Cuz you get me.
"Only Hope"
There's a song that's inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again. I'm awake in the infinite cold. But you sing to me over and over and over again.
So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray, to be only yours. I pray to be only yours. I know now, you're my only hope.
Sing to me the song of the stars. In your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far. Sing to me the plans that you have for me over again.
So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray, to be only yours. I pray to be only yours. I know now, you're my only hope.
I give you my destiny. I'm giving you all of me. I want your symphony. Sining in all that I am. At the top of my lungs, I'm givin' it back.
So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray to be only yours. I pray to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope.
"Painted on my heart"
I thought you'd be out of my mind. And I'd finally found a way to learn to live without you. I thought it was just a matter of time. Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you. But it's just not so, and after all this time. I still can't let go.
I still got your face painted on my heart. Scrawled upon my soul. Etched upon my memory, baby. And I got your kiss still burnin' on my lips. The touch of your fingertips. Is left so deep inside of me baby.
I was trying everything that I can, to get my heart to forget you. But it just can't seem to. I guess it's just no use. In every part of me, is still a part of you.
And I still got your face painted on my heart. Scrawled upon my soul. Etched upon my memory, baby. And i got your kiss still burning on my lips. The touch of your fingertips. Is left so deep inside of me, baby.
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