8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)

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RELEASE DATE:	2002-10-29
DURATION:	90:06
# OF TRACKS:	22
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio, OST, movie
GENRE/STYLE:	사운드트랙 영화
ALSO KNOWN AS:	8마일
INDEX:	976

TRACKS

Disc 1

Lose Yourself

작곡:Jeff Bass,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers

Eminem

5:20

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality.. Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

* You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (Yo)
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetiem (Yo)
You better

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the takin'
Make me king, as we move toward a, new wolrd order
A normal life is borin', but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So, the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old ponta, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da..

* Repeat

No more games, I'ma chance what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin' roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and step writin' the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's gettin' even harder
Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin' on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

* Repeat

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality.. Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that 
Is he? No
He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

* You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (Yo)
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetiem (Yo)
You better

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the takin'
Make me king, as we move toward a, new wolrd order
A normal life is borin', but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So, the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old ponta, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da..

* Repeat

No more games, I'ma chance what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin' roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and step writin' the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's gettin' even harder
Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin' on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

* Repeat

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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Love Me

작곡:Curtis Jackson,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Obie Trice,Steve King

50 Cent, Eminem, Obie Trice

4:31

You don’t see me in the hood
…It’s cuz I’m doin this man

Niggaz I’m still grindin’
I’m still hearin’ those sirens
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I’m writing more
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
And I can’t let y’all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about
Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And show me love bitch

*I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

* Repeat

There’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money
You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno
Assume it, there’s no humor in it
No more you know, I’m Rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag
You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me …bitch

* Repeat (x2)

My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape
I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat
That boy D’angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught Charlie Bmore to deep throat
Yea…

* Repeat (x2)

You don’t see me in the hood
…It’s cuz I’m doin this man

Niggaz I’m still grindin’
I’m still hearin’ those sirens 
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I’m writing more
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
And I can’t let y’all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on 
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about 
Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth 
And show me love bitch

*I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

* Repeat

There’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money
You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno
Assume it, there’s no humor in it 
No more you know, I’m Rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag
You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass 
You better love me …bitch

* Repeat (x2)

My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape 
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape
I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat 
That boy D’angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell 
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught Charlie Bmore to deep throat 
Yea…
 
* Repeat (x2)

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8 Mile

작곡:Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers

Eminem

5:59

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin' I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eye balls, my insides crawl
and I clam up I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I've just been ripped
So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin' the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel the alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Verse 2]
I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin' you dog I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape form this 8 Mile Road

[Verse 3]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You've never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit
I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' on next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gonna follow me footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel the alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Verse 2]
I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin' you dog I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape form this 8 Mile Road

[Verse 3]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You've never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit
I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' on next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gonna follow me footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

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Adrenaline Rush

작곡:Andy Thelusma,Obie Trice

Obie Trice

3:49

get the fuck out motherfucker...

hey yo...
when I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
I see motherfuckers sneaking to the door,
cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the bets??,
cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
nigga's get to whilein??,
when my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
you suck shit when my topics rockin,
i'm banned from clubs because my toxic tonsils??,
louts speaking like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,
you know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, i'm a reach motherfucker,
shady- records till I sleep motherfuckers
obi-trice nothin but street motherfucker
tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
i'm just an animal eating the game,
jump the monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,
where you at when i'm moving the crowd,
you get trampled, mashed on detroid style,
up out your seats, pump out the E's,
off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
off the coniyak, finger fucking the ski's,
that's how it is when you party with me,
you dont like it, you L-7 like a square beat...

yo, yo, since I came I re-arrange the place with blaze,
spays dope wit h coke-dealers DNA, i'm so addicted,
to gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
obie trice the misfit,
douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
we underground motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the poor with a wisky tour,
off a wisky you never been this deep before,
so throw up your hand and peep out your man's
when I come through next quarter try fix it in you's,
and trust i'm attackin it,
I hook up the hot shit like az hackin it,
thats why i'm so maraculious,
and hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,

get the fuck out motherfucker...

hey yo...
when I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
I see motherfuckers sneaking to the door,
cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the bets??,
cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
nigga's get to whilein??, 
when my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
you suck shit when my topics rockin,
i'm banned from clubs because my toxic tonsils??,
louts speaking like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,
you know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, i'm a reach motherfucker,
shady- records till I sleep motherfuckers
obi-trice nothin but street motherfucker
tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
i'm just an animal eating the game,
jump the monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,
where you at when i'm moving the crowd,
you get trampled, mashed on detroid style,
up out your seats, pump out the E's,
off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
off the coniyak, finger fucking the ski's,
that's how it is when you party with me,
you dont like it, you L-7 like a square beat...

yo, yo, since I came I re-arrange the place with blaze,
spays dope wit h coke-dealers DNA, i'm so addicted,
to gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
obie trice the misfit,
douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
we underground motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the poor with a wisky tour,
off a wisky you never been this deep before,
so throw up your hand and peep out your man's
when I come through next quarter try fix it in you's,
and trust i'm attackin it,
I hook up the hot shit like az hackin it,
thats why i'm so maraculious,
and hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,

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Places To Go

작곡:Curtis Jackson,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers

50 Cent

4:15

yeah

Shady (echo)
after (echo) ??
instramental (Echo) ??

*I got places to go, I got people to see,
the penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
i'll run up and squeeze
and put a hole in you, hole in you

* Repeat

you mistaken me for somebody that you should'nt be testing,
your should be stressin i'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that i'm blessin,
smith and western's, the weapon, incase you just guessing, (God Damh
(Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
how you watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10,??
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I would'nt win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
quitters dont be, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and
stash it...

* Repeat

there is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
i'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
introduce me to the berb they gonna listen to my words,
in the hood they feel my shit...
(brake-it down...)

picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pic
and picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man Dan gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me commin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where i'm from i ts a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 Cent, to much spent??, man i'm bent, i'm out'ta here

* Repeat

Ha ha
man I aint going to jail
not even to visit a nigga
you want to holla at me you wright me,
matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset vullivard,
in Montriall,
Ha ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrai's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...

yeah

Shady (echo)
after (echo) ??
instramental (Echo) ??

*I got places to go, I got people to see,
the penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
i'll run up and squeeze
and put a hole in you, hole in you

* Repeat

you mistaken me for somebody that you should'nt be testing,
your should be stressin i'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that i'm blessin,
smith and western's, the weapon, incase you just guessing, (God Damh 
(Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
how you watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10,??
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I would'nt win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
quitters dont be, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and 
stash it...

* Repeat

there is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
i'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
introduce me to the berb they gonna listen to my words,
in the hood they feel my shit...
(brake-it down...)

picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pic
and picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man Dan gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me commin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where i'm from i ts a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 Cent, to much spent??, man i'm bent, i'm out'ta here

* Repeat

Ha ha
man I aint going to jail
not even to visit a nigga
you want to holla at me you wright me,
matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset vullivard,
in Montriall,
Ha ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrai's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got place to go man, 
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...

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Rap Game

작곡:Denaun Porter,Deshaun Holton,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,Rufus Johnson,Von Carlisle

D-12

5:54

Artist-D-12
Album-8 Mile OST
Song-Rap Game
(작사/작곡/편곡 : D-12/Eminem/Luis Resto)

[Intro]
(Bizarre)
The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap mothafucka?
You ready to sell your soul?
The rap game will fuck you up

[Verse 1]
(Swifty)
I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily
You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

[Verse 2]
(Eminem)
I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay
Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay
But uckf-ay you igp-ay

[Chorus]
(50 Cent)
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game

[Verse 3
(Kon Artist)
I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack

[Verse 4]
(Von)
I walk in that party and just start bussin'
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know +The Time+ without Morris Day and Jerome, nigga
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half

[Bridge]
(50 Cent)
Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Make makin' millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me

[Verse 4]
(Proof)
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)

[Verse 6]
(Bizarre)
I'm too fuckin' retarded
I don't give a fuck about my dick
That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook

[Chorus]
(50 Cent)
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game

Artist-D-12
Album-8 Mile OST
Song-Rap Game
(작사/작곡/편곡 : D-12/Eminem/Luis Resto)

[Intro]
(Bizarre) 
The rap game, hip hop 101 
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have 
You can't learn this shit in no history book 
You ready to rap mothafucka? 
You ready to sell your soul?  
The rap game will fuck you up

[Verse 1]
(Swifty)
I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy 
You shoulda slayed me as a baby 
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven 
And you ain't even gotta pay me 
I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily 
You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast 
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass 
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music 
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it 
What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it 
I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas 
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga 
You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects 
Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked 
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap 
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black 
Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

[Verse 2]
(Eminem)
I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down 
I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out 
When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out 
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight 
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down 
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down 
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now 
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down 
I'm all for America, fuck the government 
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick 
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch 
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit 
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade 
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades 
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade 
Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai 
Shit just don't change to this day 
I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay 
Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay 
But uckf-ay you igp-ay

[Chorus]
(50 Cent)
This rap game, this rap game 
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game 
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game 
Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening 
This rap game, this rap game 
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game 
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game 
This rap game, this rap game

[Verse 3
(Kon Artist)
I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity 
But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me 
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me 
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me 
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' 
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin' 
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life 
I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write 
So why should I ever fear another man 
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? 
OK, you win, you can say we can't rap 
But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack

[Verse 4]
(Von) 
I walk in that party and just start bussin' 
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" 
This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome 
To let you know +The Time+ without Morris Day and Jerome, nigga
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty 
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze 
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese 
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G 
My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict 
They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic 
Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit 
Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half

[Bridge]
(50 Cent)
Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy 
Make makin' millions look easy 
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me 
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D 
No time to call a peace treaty 
Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me

[Verse 4]
(Proof)
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb 
This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words 
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" 
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common 
The nastiest band with gas in each hand 
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan 
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog 
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all 
Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound 
Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around 
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats 
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)

[Verse 6]
(Bizarre) 
I'm too fuckin' retarded 
I don't give a fuck about my dick 
That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet 
My crew had an argument, who was the largest 
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist 
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps 
Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract 
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go 
Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe 
My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics 
That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it 
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks 
Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook

[Chorus]
(50 Cent)
This rap game, this rap game 
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game 
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game 
Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening 
This rap game, this rap game 
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game 
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game 
This rap game, this rap game

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8 Miles And Runnin'

작곡:Leslie Pridgen,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Shawn Carter

Various Artists

4:08

Spitshine

작곡:Alvin Joiner,Denaun Porter,Luis Resto,Steve King

Alvin Joiner

3:39

I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics
With words put together better than Sony Electronics
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest
Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas
Gasoline the seem, strike the match
Inferno, I'm too thoro nigga so stand back
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take an in climb
I'm strict with knives, straight with razors
Good with grenades and great with gauges
Been around the world in a million stages
Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes
I had guns before thugs was in fashion
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin
I knew terror before the plane started crashin
I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin

*I'm gon be here after the smoke die down
The sound of your style, I won't lie down
Fight the good fight, don't need no help
Keep your hands up, defend yo self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya heart not strong
Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine
Every time I spit I shine

Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up
Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up
Get found in a trunk of an Acura
Y'all suck like jail in Dracula
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred
Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit
So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now
Two down, let off, vacate to new town
It feel like Bishop and Juice now
Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose now
Rough sound, same strong background
Been on black, the big boys layin chips down
My whole train of thought is
to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught
I was blessed with life but I curse ta death
I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all!

* Repeat

Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target
You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya
Come across dope like planes and boats
Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat
You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self
Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected
For evidence of the weapon and the people involved
Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho'
I say that to say this (what?)
If you can't handle the time then ride the bench
Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence
Castrate ya self, expose the bitch
X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it
I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach
You ain't a killa, you a album filla
You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!

* Repeat

*I'm gon be here after the smoke die down
The sound of your style, I won't lie down
Fight the good fight, don't need no help
Keep your hands up, defend yo self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya heart not strong
Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine
Every time I spit I shine

Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up
Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up
Get found in a trunk of an Acura
Y'all suck like jail in Dracula
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred
Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit
So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now
Two down, let off, vacate to new town
It feel like Bishop and Juice now
Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose now
Rough sound, same strong background
Been on black, the big boys layin chips down
My whole train of thought is
to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught
I was blessed with life but I curse ta death
I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all!

* Repeat

Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target
You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya
Come across dope like planes and boats
Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat
You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self
Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected
For evidence of the weapon and the people involved
Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho'
I say that to say this (what?)
If you can't handle the time then ride the bench
Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence
Castrate ya self, expose the bitch
X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it
I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach
You ain't a killa, you a album filla
You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!

* Repeat

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Time Of My Life

작곡:Dante Ross,Macy Gray,Mike Elizondo

Macy Gray

4:22

Macy Gray - Time Of My Life
Verse 1

When there come and left for dead
I've been out of my head
and now i wanna be bigger
bein' here with you
it's not so hard to be
I can see my dreams
I know im gunna be better
my friends always say

Chorus

my friends always say
that everything will be okay
but it don't always, work out that way
so her i am again
beleivin in, cause i remember when
baby

I had the time of my life
everything is right with you
after all that i've been through
I aint tried to lose
this time of my life, with you
baby

Verse 2

People say I'm out of line
So much on my mind
Like i wanna be bigger
sometimes it dont rhyme
but when you're here with me
I have poetry
I know im gunna be better
and my friends always say
[Chorus]

One day they will see
the giant baby
finally see me smile
hear me laughing, out loud
my voice will be heard
its no longer absurd
and i hope you hear
cause baby, baby
i haaaaddd...

I had the time of my life
everything is right with you
after all that i've been through
I aint tried to lose
gotta make my move and groove
everything i can

I had the time of my life
time of my life, with you
baby, take my hand
because i wanna hold on to
this time of my life, with you
baby
i had the time of my life
time of my life, with you

10.

U Wanna Be Me

작곡:Chucky Thompson,Nasir Jones

Nas

3:50

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with
you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

*Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst
day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

*repeat

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every
state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the
kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

*repeat

You can't be me

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with 
you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

*Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst 
day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast 
infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

*repeat

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine?  I'm past +8 Miles+ of every 
state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the 
kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

*repeat

You can't be me

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11.

Wanksta

작곡:Curtis Jackson,John Freeman

50 Cent

3:39

It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it

You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

*You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

* Repeat

Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

* Repeat (x2)

Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh

* Repeat (x2)

It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it

You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

*You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

* Repeat

Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

* Repeat (x2)

Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh

* Repeat (x2)

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12.

Wastin' My Time

작곡:Kellin Manning,Taryn Manning

Boomkat

3:38

13.

R.A.K.I.M.

작곡:Denaun Porter,L. King,William Griffin

Rakim

4:24

*R - Rugged and rough thats how I do it
A - ALLAH who I praise the fullest,
K - keep it moving
I - stand alone
M - its my crown, my world, my throne

R - Rugged and rough thats how I do it
A - ALLAH who I praise the fullest,
K - keep it moving
I - stand alone
M - its my crown, my world, my throne

hey yo we rockin a log shack,
its a rack, ya all relax, the almanac,
just show me where the parties at,
simmin all of that, call, coma's and cardiac's
bra's and cats screamin on my god he's back,
just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin,
a thousand styles in one verse, riddled to switch patterns,
chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasm,
known to spit a magnum or split an atom,
who would have known that jesus would come back to the ghetto,
on that level and that ferral, like a black hero,
with pack medals, so black rebels, who backpedal,
ta ferral with five levels and take over the rap world,
gettin bizarre, hardcore, this is for yall,
get over the park, playing when you get in the car,
chill at the bar, sip something but split a cigar,
get with ya dawgs, i'm gettin on, schemin the bar, its the...

* Repeat

yeah, yo, I used to make things blow when makin stroll's, (??)
and learn ta make this dough where gangsta's roll,
think like the late, great ca pone, when the bank is closed,
its cash-in (??), claim they bold but they aint this cold,
i'm from the dog city, even pritty chicks act up,
cause they get claped up and stack up, they stick that up,
put the strap up, you think my name was kid, back up,
big nigga's (Huck), pick that up or lick that up,
raised by gangsta's and scandlers, hustlers,
con artists and convicts, killers and dawgs,
drug dealers, players and pimps, smoothe talkers,
stick up kid, thugs, real nigga's and god's,
haunted by any, swallen, lay dead in the turf,
cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth,
since the moon seperated from earth, thats why they saying,
i'm the greatest that ever orchistrated a verse, its the...

* Repeat

hey yo, toast to that, its the cat, it burns back to a soul clap,
a smoker track, how dope is that, po-per rap, rope backs, demo
stacked,
and know that before they turn coke to crack,
to my dawgs, settin sirens on and firearms, out come die'in wars,
and behind iron bar, to pull above entire braws with iron ball, (??)
tryin rob, my dialog, I engolf,
chicks know this and get next to my thrown and sniff my calone,
and get right along, sex pots at home and testosterone,
corress, ice, dress drops, and my bed rocks the room,
hit the floor, its time for two thousand three, its galore,
who rock the style as wild as me, rest ashore,
when I rock dance crowds, they scream, dis malore,
I rock my album Rakim, its the...

* Repeat (x2)

*R - Rugged and rough thats how I do it
A - ALLAH who I praise the fullest,
K - keep it moving
I - stand alone
M - its my crown, my world, my throne

R - Rugged and rough thats how I do it
A - ALLAH who I praise the fullest,
K - keep it moving
I - stand alone
M - its my crown, my world, my throne

hey yo we rockin a log shack,
its a rack, ya all relax, the almanac,
just show me where the parties at,
simmin all of that, call, coma's and cardiac's
bra's and cats screamin on my god he's back,
just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin,
a thousand styles in one verse, riddled to switch patterns,
chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasm,
known to spit a magnum or split an atom,
who would have known that jesus would come back to the ghetto,
on that level and that ferral, like a black hero,
with pack medals, so black rebels, who backpedal,
ta ferral with five levels and take over the rap world,
gettin bizarre, hardcore, this is for yall,
get over the park, playing when you get in the car,
chill at the bar, sip something but split a cigar,
get with ya dawgs, i'm gettin on, schemin the bar, its the...

* Repeat

yeah, yo, I used to make things blow when makin stroll's, (??)
and learn ta make this dough where gangsta's roll,
think like the late, great ca pone, when the bank is closed,
its cash-in (??), claim they bold but they aint this cold,
i'm from the dog city, even pritty chicks act up,
cause they get claped up and stack up, they stick that up,
put the strap up, you think my name was kid, back up,
big nigga's (Huck), pick that up or lick that up,
raised by gangsta's and scandlers, hustlers,
con artists and convicts, killers and dawgs,
drug dealers, players and pimps, smoothe talkers,
stick up kid, thugs, real nigga's and god's,
haunted by any, swallen, lay dead in the turf,
cursed by every spirit that never made it to birth,
since the moon seperated from earth, thats why they saying,
i'm the greatest that ever orchistrated a verse, its the...

* Repeat

hey yo, toast to that, its the cat, it burns back to a soul clap,
a smoker track, how dope is that, po-per rap, rope backs, demo 
stacked,
and know that before they turn coke to crack,
to my dawgs, settin sirens on and firearms, out come die'in wars,
and behind iron bar, to pull above entire braws with iron ball, (??)
tryin rob, my dialog, I engolf,
chicks know this and get next to my thrown and sniff my calone,
and get right along, sex pots at home and testosterone,
corress, ice, dress drops, and my bed rocks the room, 
hit the floor, its time for two thousand three, its galore,
who rock the style as wild as me, rest ashore,
when I rock dance crowds, they scream, dis malore,
I rock my album Rakim, its the...

* Repeat (x2)

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14.

That's My Nigga Fo' Real

작곡:Dante Ross,Dwayne Battle

Young Zee

4:46

15.

Battle

Gang Starr

2:59

{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}

[Guru]
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly honies on the train
to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack
Son you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"

[Guru]
Bitch you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*}
"You know the drill"
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"You know the drill"

{*scratched: "What?  You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}
{*scratched: "What?  You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}

[Guru]
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly honies on the train
to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack
Son you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"

[Guru]
Bitch you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*}
"You know the drill"
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"You know the drill"

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16.

Rabbit Run

작곡:Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers

Eminem

3:10

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin to swallow it
Instead of starin at this wall and shit
While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit
Can't call it, shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall
if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me
You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
to express how I'm really feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin
{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Signed out of spit to the grave
Real enough to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin
It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin to swallow it
Instead of starin at this wall and shit
While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit
Can't call it, shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall
if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me
You need piece of mind?  Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
to express how I'm really feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin
{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Signed out of spit to the grave
Real enough to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin
It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

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Disc 2

Rap Name

Obie Trice

5:02

[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice: Real name, no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cause a nigger live it
My records wield digits in history
Niggers, you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cause Em signed another black boy
Like he nigger happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
And bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin' aye, or how we say it round my way
'Fo sho', Trice gon blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here

[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...

[Obie Trice]
It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
Smiles and handshakes, my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak cause O. Trice got that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
New wave of mu-zack that you're all lovin'
Got your broads on my balls, huggin'
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?)
Please believe it
I'm as 'Down to Earth' as Chris Rock
Gettin' hit by trucks, starin' at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me, not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest
On the rap that's happenin'
Put the Mitten back on the map
With Mathers and win this

[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...

[Obie Trice]
Well, I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
Beef? (*cocked and two shots*) best-a run
Cause when I pop, people's flesh get numb
And whoa... Ya might not make it 'til ya young
The only one with okay's, wanna blaze
Meet my little friends on racks in my den
Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
2002 Trice up in ya headphones
[Eminem] If it's ya system
[Obie] Trice up in ya bows
[Eminem] If it's ya women
[Obie] Then Trice up in ya hoes!
I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin'
With raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!

[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...

{*scratching*}
'Rap Name' ... 'Rap Name'...
'Rap Name'... 'Rap Name'...
'O-Obie Trice'
[Eminem] You-you-you can get stomped by Obie...

[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no
[Obie] Rap Name
The name's ('Obie Trice')
('They see me on the streets
They be like 'Yo, he nice!')
So I came to the game
('Real name, no gimmicks')
Rap a livin'...
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...

[Obie Trice]
It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
Smiles and handshakes, my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak cause O. Trice got that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
New wave of mu-zack that you're all lovin'
Got your broads on my balls, huggin'
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?)
Please believe it
I'm as 'Down to Earth' as Chris Rock
Gettin' hit by trucks, starin' at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me, not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest
On the rap that's happenin'
Put the Mitten back on the map
With Mathers and win this

[Obie Trice]
Well, I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
Beef? (*cocked and two shots*) best-a run
Cause when I pop, people's flesh get numb
And whoa... Ya might not make it 'til ya young
The only one with okay's, wanna blaze
Meet my little friends on racks in my den
Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
2002 Trice up in ya headphones
[Eminem] If it's ya system
[Obie] Trice up in ya bows
[Eminem] If it's ya women
[Obie] Then Trice up in ya hoes!
I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin'
With raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!

{*scratching*}
'Rap Name' ... 'Rap Name'...
'Rap Name'... 'Rap Name'...
'O-Obie Trice'
[Eminem] You-you-you can get stomped by Obie...

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Stimulate

Eminem

5:05

psst... hey, listen
i love my job
it makes me feel like SUPAMAN! (haha)
can u fly?
i can... wanna see?

i am only entertaining you
my goal is to stimulate
makin you high and take you and i
to places you cant see
but i believe you can fly
i dont mean nobody harm
im just partyin
im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
just the man whos on the mic
so let me entertain you

My lyrical content is constantly under fire
No wonder why constantly run back
To combat attacks, to constant concepts
From lyrics are constantly took out of context
Failure to communicate with congresses
Been a problem for the longest I guess but
Maybe one day we can make some progress
Food for thought see how long it takes to digest
Feeling good when I should be ashamed
Shit I really shouldve fell but I stood
See I came like a flame in the night
Like a ghost in the dark
Theres a ray, theres a light
Theres a hope, theres a spark
But when planets collide
Therell never see eye to eye
Until they decide to set the differences aside
And this is why only one of us will survive
So children follow my lead and feel the vibe because

I am only entertaining you
my goal is to stimulate
Making you high and take you and I
To places you cant see
But I believe you can fly
I dont mean nobody harm
Im just partyin
Im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man whos on the mic
So let me entertain you

My music can be slightly amusing
You shouldnt take lyrics so serious
It might be confusing
Tryin to separate the truth from entertainment
Its stupid aint it, I get sick of tryin to explain it
See I could sit and argue wit you bu

'Till I Collapse Freestyle

50 Cent

1:26

Gangsta

Joe Beast

3:36

Detroit in last minute
("Gangstas")
Yeah, to all my Hill
("Gangstas")
Yeah everybody out there
("Gangstas")
Ya know what I mean?
Rock that
Rock that
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
Rock that
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit

[Verse 1]
Do no shit talkin'
Sprayin' niggas up when that clip poppin'
On the west with the (gangstas), they Crip walkin'
Glock pistol grip, custom fit coffins
Niggas is rollin' they shit, blunt coughin'
Nigga is you (gangsta) or just talkin'
Them ill hill niggas, do this shit often
From my project bricks to Compton
We original (gangstas) and really ass critical (gangstas)
Now you hit lookin' pitiful, ain't ya?
You ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), gangsta
Yo, you got to walk in the shoes of a (gangsta)
And you gotta pay your dues to be a (gangsta)
Yo them niggas make the news, they cause (gangsta)
The bad guy lose, that ain't gangsta [echo] ("gangsta")

[Break]
Yo those Pittsburgh niggas is (gangstas)
Yeah them Chi-town niggas is (gangstas)
Boston niggas is (gangsta)
Yo, Philly niggas they keep it (gangsta)
And them New York niggas they (gangstas)
And them L.A. niggas, yo they (gangstas)
And them ATL niggas, they (gangstas) [echo]

[Verse 2]
Do you really keep it (gangsta), yeah or is you bluffin'
A real (gangsta) leave a murder scene disgustin'
Where my (gangstas) servin' them fiends hustlin'
Real (gangstas) they ain't hustlin' for nothin'
Is that a (gangsta)? Naw, homey
Them Hill (gangstas) they'll break your jaw homey
Them East coast (gangstas) on that grind
And them West coast, gangbangin' throwin' signs
My down South (gangstas), gettin' crazy pay
Be so (gangsta), throw they gays to your braids
This is for my (gangstas), in the grave
And this is for my (gangstas), locked in the caves
Keep that shit (gangsta), sharpin' up them blades
This is for my (gangstas), on lockdown
And my niggas, got the block locked down
We gangstas niggas, we don't gotta [pause] down

[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta, is you or ain't ya
Those (gangstas) gangstas will shoot you or shank ya
They say (gangsta) this gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it (gangsta), even if I'm famous

[Verse 3]
We don't wet ya'll (gangstas), so ya'll better respect our (gangstas)
Matter fact you ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), you a car thief
Nigga if you (gangsta), then try to harm me
(Good shit), dog you gonna need a army
Don't have me have to call them niggas from Core Street
They bringin' more heat, come to start a war with Beast
Monsters, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhies
Nigga, I love this gangsta shit
No guns in the pen now shank you quick
Now that's that (gangsta) shit, shit, shit
Joe Beast goin' to the bank with this
Now that's (gangsta), Beast is in
Watch me sloppy Joe off this zero's gin
Go to jail, back out in the streets again
If drop they gun, put the heat to his chin
Now that's

[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta is you or ain't ya
Them (gangstas) gangstas will shot you or shank ya
They say this ("gangsta" - repeated) gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it gangsta even I'm famous

["gangsta": repeated until fade]

[Verse 1]
Do no shit talkin'
Sprayin' niggas up when that clip poppin'
On the west with the (gangstas), they Crip walkin'
Glock pistol grip, custom fit coffins
Niggas is rollin' they shit, blunt coughin'
Nigga is you (gangsta) or just talkin'
Them ill hill niggas, do this shit often
From my project bricks to Compton
We original (gangstas) and really ass critical (gangstas)
Now you hit lookin' pitiful, ain't ya?
You ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), gangsta
Yo, you got to walk in the shoes of a (gangsta)
And you gotta pay your dues to be a (gangsta)
Yo them niggas make the news, they cause (gangsta)
The bad guy lose, that ain't gangsta [echo] ("gangsta")

[Break]
Yo those Pittsburgh niggas is (gangstas)
Yeah them Chi-town niggas is (gangstas)
Boston niggas is (gangsta)
Yo, Philly niggas they keep it (gangsta)
And them New York niggas they (gangstas)
And them L.A. niggas, yo they (gangstas)
And them ATL niggas, they (gangstas) [echo]

[Verse 2]
Do you really keep it (gangsta), yeah or is you bluffin'
A real (gangsta) leave a murder scene disgustin'
Where my (gangstas) servin' them fiends hustlin'
Real (gangstas) they ain't hustlin' for nothin'
Is that a (gangsta)? Naw, homey
Them Hill (gangstas) they'll break your jaw homey
Them East coast (gangstas) on that grind
And them West coast, gangbangin' throwin' signs
My down South (gangstas), gettin' crazy pay
Be so (gangsta), throw they gays to your braids
This is for my (gangstas), in the grave
And this is for my (gangstas), locked in the caves
Keep that shit (gangsta), sharpin' up them blades
This is for my (gangstas), on lockdown
And my niggas, got the block locked down
We gangstas niggas, we don't gotta [pause] down

[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta, is you or ain't ya
Those (gangstas) gangstas will shoot you or shank ya
They say (gangsta) this gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it (gangsta), even if I'm famous

[Verse 3]
We don't wet ya'll (gangstas), so ya'll better respect our (gangstas)
Matter fact you ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), you a car thief
Nigga if you (gangsta), then try to harm me
(Good shit), dog you gonna need a army
Don't have me have to call them niggas from Core Street
They bringin' more heat, come to start a war with Beast
Monsters, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhies
Nigga, I love this gangsta shit
No guns in the pen now shank you quick
Now that's that (gangsta) shit, shit, shit
Joe Beast goin' to the bank with this
Now that's (gangsta), Beast is in
Watch me sloppy Joe off this zero's gin
Go to jail, back out in the streets again
If drop they gun, put the heat to his chin
Now that's

[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta is you or ain't ya
Them (gangstas) gangstas will shot you or shank ya
They say this ("gangsta" - repeated) gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it gangsta even I'm famous

["gangsta": repeated until fade]

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The Weekend

Brooklyn

3:06

I'm in the zone
don't feel like stayin' home
cuz for now i don't wanna be alone
im feelin like it's my day
there's no better time to party than a friday
pick out my clothes call my friends
pop some dro, now let's begin

(chorus)
wentin' out gettin' out not stayin' in the house
call my friends make some plans
findin' out what time the party begins
hangin' out for the weekend
get out the crib have some fun
enjoy yourself live for once
cuz you'll never ever know when your time is up
so you've got to live it up

now it's about
10 o'clock
before I leave I'll have some henny on the rocks
pick out my fit you see, some fitted jeans
no make up just a little vaseline
i'm feelin fresh, i'm feelin clean
grab my cds so i can blast it through the streets
pick up my homegirls a cop a touch
get it twisted while we're on our way into the club

(chorus)

live your life
with absolutely no regrets
no need for contemplating death
cuz you'll look back and miss everything that you have and
party for the night, do what you gotta do
if you need some encouragement i aint even mad at you
do whats right and know that everything will be alright
it'll be alright
celebrate life, celebrate hustlin'
pop some dro' for all our money doublin'
all my ladies that stick to the ruggedness
smoke some dro' with cats that stay thuggin' it
it's our life we gon' live it up
party all night till we see the sun comin up
celebrate the weekend
dont forget we gon' celebrate every single day that we breathin'

(chorus)

California

Shaunta

3:28

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Want somebody down wit your clown
Would you ride around town
Would you let the sun hit your weed smokin'
Fuckin' take a shower
Lay down wit ya in the bed wit ya wide open
Got me on my back with my thighs wide open
I stay wet, I don't need no lotion
Meet me in the back of the spot love potion
Meet me in the sunshine stay west coastin'
Hit it from the side fly by sex motion
Do a drive by, fly high, fuck boastin'
Crack on mine, we merry eyed boatin'
In the sea fishin'
Beverly Hill ho, Beverly Hill pigeon
Beverly shoppin', Beverly men pickin'
Beverly hotel, Beverly sweet pimpin'
Compton game got Beverly men listen

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Niggas wanna hit me from the where, the where
Spank me and pull my hair, yeah
Talk to me like you really care
Actin' all queer like you Fred Austaire
You think I'm stupid, don't ya
You think I'm a lay down and let you stick me with your beat poker
Don't cha, mister Swiss mocha
You can come closer
You can come over
You can have a side on the ? of my poster
Drunk or sober
May or October, come right over
Rub my shoulders, four leaf clover
No gun holsters, get fucked wake up with a hangover
Twelfth quarter nothing left when the game over
Wake up all alone nights get colder
See you the next day get a cold shoulder

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Let's get it on we can meet alone
Get it on in the freak song
We can both get it on when the heat's on
Look, we can both do wrong
Spent too long, I grew too strong
I got full blown to guard my home
Got me a loan, bought me a home
Order mine to go, walk me a low-low
In the six-four, sittin' on chrome
Datin' ?? dipped in all gold
Rub with three hoes pick up three mo'
Buy some Indo, roll purple smoke
We all do the most, keep niggas close
Keep heat closer, avoid all vultures
Now to get in like we supposed ta
Sunshine, sunny state, California

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want somebody to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Want somebody down wit your clown
Would you ride around town
Would you let the sun hit your weed smokin'
Fuckin' take a shower
Lay down wit ya in the bed wit ya wide open
Got me on my back with my thighs wide open
I stay wet, I don't need no lotion
Meet me in the back of the spot love potion
Meet me in the sunshine stay west coastin'
Hit it from the side fly by sex motion
Do a drive by, fly high, fuck boastin'
Crack on mine, we merry eyed boatin'
In the sea fishin'
Beverly Hill ho, Beverly Hill pigeon
Beverly shoppin', Beverly men pickin'
Beverly hotel, Beverly sweet pimpin'
Compton game got Beverly men listen

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Niggas wanna hit me from the where, the where
Spank me and pull my hair, yeah
Talk to me like you really care
Actin' all queer like you Fred Austaire
You think I'm stupid, don't ya
You think I'm a lay down and let you stick me with your beat poker
Don't cha, mister Swiss mocha
You can come closer
You can come over
You can have a side on the ? of my poster
Drunk or sober
May or October, come right over
Rub my shoulders, four leaf clover
No gun holsters, get fucked wake up with a hangover
Twelfth quarter nothing left when the game over
Wake up all alone nights get colder
See you the next day get a cold shoulder

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Let's get it on we can meet alone
Get it on in the freak song
We can both get it on when the heat's on
Look, we can both do wrong
Spent too long, I grew too strong
I got full blown to guard my home
Got me a loan, bought me a home
Order mine to go, walk me a low-low
In the six-four, sittin' on chrome
Datin' ?? dipped in all gold
Rub with three hoes pick up three mo'
Buy some Indo, roll purple smoke
We all do the most, keep niggas close
Keep heat closer, avoid all vultures
Now to get in like we supposed ta
Sunshine, sunny state, California

I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want somebody to hold
No commitment I'm just gettin' laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

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RELEASES

:: 2002-10-29 :: Shady Records, Universal Music (606949350826) Regular (Explicit Version)

:: 2002-10-29 :: Interscope (8808678223385)

[Disc 1]
1. Lose Yourself - Eminem / 2. Love Me - 50 Cent, Eminem, Obie Trice / 3. 8 Mile - Eminem / 4. Adrenaline Rush - Obie Trice / 5. Places To Go - 50 Cent / 6. Rap Game - D-12 / 7. 8 Miles And Runnin' / 8. Spitshine - Alvin Joiner / 9. Time Of My Life - Macy Gray / 10. U Wanna Be Me - Nas / 11. Wanksta - 50 Cent / 12. Wastin' My Time - Boomkat / 13. R.A.K.I.M. - Rakim / 14. That's My Nigga Fo' Real - Young Zee / 15. Battle - Gang Starr / 16. Rabbit Run - Eminem

:: 2002-11-19 :: Shady Records, Universal Music (606949353223) Deluxe (International Version w/o weblink)

:: 2002-11-19 :: Shady Records, Universal Music (606949353025) Regular Explicit (Int'l Version w/o weblink)

:: 2003-02-07 :: Interscope (DS8515) Repackage

:: 2009-05-26 :: Universal Music (DC-6199, 8808678241037)

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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-03-18

Subject : O.S.T. - 8 Mile: More Music From (Interscope,2002)

MTV에서도 좀처럼 찾아보기 힘든 그로테스크한 사고방식을 지닌 슬림 쉐이디와 한 많은 과거를 품고 사는 마샬 매터스 그리고 현 힙합신의 활화산 에미넴의 팬덤이 지닌 공통점이 있다면 결국엔 다 같은 하나의 동일인물을 추종한다는 점이다. 하지만 슬림 쉐이디와 에미넴에 비해 마샬 매터스의 존재는 그 캐릭터상 상대적으로 소외되어 있을 수 밖에 없었던 것이 사실인데, 거기에 대한 반격의 일환으로 나온 작품이 바로 영화 8마일이다. 에미넴은 영화 속 지미 스미스를 통해 자신의 그늘진 삶을 어느 정도의 가공은 있었지만 전반적으로 진솔한 모습을 보여주면서 사람들의 기대심리를 충족시켰고 에미넴의 본체는 바로 마샬 매터스임을 당당하게 밝혔다. 하지만 이것은 역으로 마샬 매터스가 에미넴으로 변모하는 과정을 그림으로써 가능했으며...

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Subject : O.S.T. - 8 Mile: More Music From (Interscope,2002)

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