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keepin it real since 2003
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Story behind the song
It took me a few months to write but it is probably the best lyrics I have ever written.
Lyrics
It's crazy the lyrics,
That I spit at you you hear it,
But your spirit,
Is tellin' you not to go near it,
So you fear it,
You think if you help me you'll get in trouble with the law,
Don't worry you'll get mauled,
Yep, they'll take care o' y'all,
But that's exactly what seperates the boys from the men,
When you can take this pen,
And just spit on the president,
Then I'll pass down the torch to you,
But be careful it's scorchin' you,
It's so hot it could burn down your house and your porch too,
'Cause my torch isn't meant for pleasin',
It's just meant to burn the trees in,
I'm like Eminem except for different reasons,
And different treasons,
And you can't get me in trouble for anything that I say,
As long as it's not a lie I can say Bush hates gays,
But if I make a rap about it radio won't play my tapes,
'Cause the media thinks it's controvecial and hey,
I'm not one to mess with them,
Phh, and Moby's with Eminem,
I'll mess with them everyday,
I'll take 'em down anyway,
I'll fight 'em and make 'em pay,
For what they throw down the drain,
Have you ever noticed in rap videos,
That they can't say things like the f word, s word, or dope,
But if you listen closely in rock videos,
They can say pretty much anything they propose,
They can say BS,
As three S,
They can say PS,
With Diaz,
We get way less and I thing that is totally BS,
'Cause really all that could be is prejudice,
They'r against the same thing as everyone else, rap and the biz,
And that's why this monster rebel's comin' outta the cage,
He' been locked up in there so long he's gotta get out his rage,
As the world turns and faces the dark side,
I am the one that goes from Jackyl to Heid!
Nothin' can stop me now,
I'm on a ramage,
They can get past me, how,
Oh right, they can't eh,
My heart is pumpin' wow,
I'm outta the cage,
'Cause I'm the peoples rebel,
I'm on their stinkin' low level,
I'm up in heaven but I'm singin' with the devil!
Nothin' here really is happenin' the same,
They're tryin' to get me gone, force me outta your brain,
But they'll never succeed,
Because I know the world needs,
Someone that'll go and please,
And still take down the me-,
Dia because I won't be paid to stay in line,
I'll make 'em look like idiots and pay the fine,
I'll take down the hypocrits all in time,
I don't care if they pay me an arm and a leg I,
Don't care about the money,
Honey,
It's funny,
You don't know what he,
Could be doin', what the heck is he smokin',
Well if I was smokin' somethin' I'd be stutterin' and chokin',
Okay,
The next day,
You'll be taken away,
If you think this is all crap what I say,
I don't fight for just me,
Or just for my family,
I fight for all those who need me to be there,
The media gets scared,
And they got a reason to get mad,
Just think of the trauma,
If I was with Osama,
But I'm not so you can stop breathin' heavy and calm down,
But I do fight for the others,
'Cause we're really all brothers,
Even in Iraq the people losin' sisters and mothers,
The innocent people gettin' bombed up and in trouble,
They gotta split on the double,
Just 'cause their leaders a rebel,
No matter how hard we try violence will never end,
But if we try hard we can start to relent,
And repent,
Don't represent,
Fight if your fought at,
Shoot if your shot at,
Don't just bomb up the people that don't have weapons to fight back,
And it won't be long,
Before I send this song,
To the government and they'll realize they're wrong!
Chorus
So how do you think,
I'm supposed to sing,
Love songs, dance songs, like N'Sync,
Well I don't follow the record,
And I know you'll be checkin',
And after that you'll have beckoned,
Someone that'll take you trekkin',
You'll wanna get away from me,
Know how dangerous I can be,
And in my raps I will treat,
You to a good dyin' seat,
'Cause my raps can be more dangerous than heaters,
Or the beaters,
And that's makin' you retreata,
I'm not usin' fear,
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