Slowly it dissovles The crowd that I'm passing through It feels so good to feel There's nothing here that's real For once in your life Are you part
my fuckin' god it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock" "Please Marshall please let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
ugh All my life all I heard was gun sound Age 13 I joined a major gang in Sittown I got the hood tatted for life, anybody cross me I will pay dearly from
'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word! [Wyclef] Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?! Jericho Sound...System! Turn up your sound...Systems! [
down Now hold your head up homey and represent your town (It's goin down) No trace is found, this mob life we die for Now live your life to the fullest
You'd better watch your step, known for the rep Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs your
't stop rappin now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And
gettin they blast on funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life you'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife Now how that sound
niggas be rockin' more wires than a cable box Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest Get your cradle rocked, by two glocks aimed to your chest They
Dead is dead, fuckers and your soul is with God Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth watchin' your own murder reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For
before I done it Cause now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited Burned alive it's all for
spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's all I'
fuckin' god it's Eminem" "I swear to fucking god dude you fuckin rock" "Please Marshall please let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life You'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife Now how that sound? You killed the black
Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
, I had an interview, not you two You gon' be late for sound check Man, I ain't goin' to sound check But our mics are screwed up And his always sound
No I had an interview, not you two You gonna be late for sound-check *Man I ain't going to sound-check *And our mikes is screwed up *And his always sound
in black water All your heartache soon be over Oh, my baby, rest you well Cathedral that man created, you're weighted down by a jealous sound Bewildered and dislocated, your