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Unformatted text preview: spoken: Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying?, 'cause they don't know shit about this For the 9-6 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, 'cause they be actin' maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants Twistin necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass in the track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring, gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm Infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil all your fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful, track tickle your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam Plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... I'm Infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite Proof Here is Soul Intent checkin' in at number 1 baby this week, You know what I'm sayin'? This is MC Proof DJ Head And DJ Heeaad! Proof Checkin' in on W.E.G.O. You know what I'm sayin'? Ayo we got the number one requested song, Of the day, coming up next It's a local 313 talent He goes by the name of Eminem And it's called "It's OK" Check it out Eye-Kyu: Check it out, Eminem: Hey Kyu! Eye-Kyu: Chorus: It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) Verse 1: Eminem One day I plan to be a family man happily married I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried Till I'm glad to be buried And leave this crazy world And have at least a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be planning this stuff 'Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed My hands have been cuffed But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been trouble enough And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see My destiny's to rest at ease, till I'm impressed and pleased With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call Way before my baby is able to crawl I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf, Q Eye-Kyu: Chorus: It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) Verse 2: Eminem I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps Everyday in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheap Praying for sleep Dreaming with a watering mouth Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts With the root of all evil I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful And make them do shit illegal For these Grant's and Jackson's These transactions explain a man's actions But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity Through God and there's a wish he granted me He showed me how to cope with the stress And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest To selling dope with the rest I quit smoking cess to open my chest Life is stressful inside this cesspool Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts Kids attract static, children with automatics Taking target practice on teens for Starter Jackets I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth Eye-Kyu: Chorus: It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is all right (It's all right) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) Uh, it's ok, yeah it's all right, even though I can't sleep Uh yeah, it's ok, it's all right, I can't sleep Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Eminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 1: Eye-Kyu Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus, my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it So I take it that's the reason I'm hated To represent my temperament If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so) Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know Chorus: Eminem So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 2: Eminem So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A, B, C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their Fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack Chorus: Eye-Kyu So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see Eminem: So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see Women Singing: Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah I'm getting mad love, I'm snuggling hugs Druggling thugs, smuggling drugs, juggling jobs, guzzling jugs So here's a toast to federal checks Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts, huh We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks To find babbling Max, gaffling tracks I grapple an axe for them baffling acts The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit The tall shit that will end up with his skull split Then I buried the hatchet, I carried the fat chick Butterfingers is here and it's necessary to scratch it Baby all I wanna do is swallow one and two Smoke a little bit and follow one of you Back home when the party ends So tonight I'm dropping naughty hints To the finest women in the audience Women Singing: They honor the Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah (blends in with lyrics) Eminem: 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right Ayo, spiders are like tarantulas, vandealous Living as scandalous as a television evangelist But I can handle this, I'm the rhyme biter crime fighter Caped crusader, taking care of undeserving lime lighters I think a living never meant for me Experimentally I found a way to spread interamentally When I stumbled upon this resolution By using a special fusion of chemical solution for this resolution You couldn't see me with binoculars I armed like an octopus Step on stage and you get socked and pushed Talking that junk like you went black, guarded your back Come battle me and you get smacked as hard as you act When I rap I represent it and will never referee in it Every minute so when I win it you never resent it I'm forever demented, come up with funk, I'll never be scented You got the point when I cleverly said it Women Singing: Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah (blends in with lyrics) Eminem: 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right Eminem is heading skyward For those who thought that I would make you bored And treat you like a piece Of plywood I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me With the agility to escape a killer bee colony So get your cameras and capture how miraculous I rap for all you Draculas and showed you all how whack you was I meant it as a dis, cause you don't posses the pizzazz as this I'm hazardous enough already as it is Without you adding fuel to the fire I'm cruel to the liar Who fails to recognize my reign of hell, rule to the sire Clinical studies show that I'm cynical There's no one who's identical to my fresh and authentic flow I'm sure the party people can agree That I'm enchanting, with the romantic Freaking the vocals so frantically So throw your hands up in the atmosphere And let them know the only party that was phat was here, just be like Women Singing: Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah (blends in with lyrics) Eminem: 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling all right Maxine! (Phone Rings) Maxine: Hello Denaun: Can I speak to Maxine? Maxine: Yeah this is me what's up? Denaun: What up? Maxine: Who dis? Denaun: Denaun Maxine: Yeah what's up? Denaun: What are you doing? Maxine: Nothing, just laying in bed Denaun: Huh? Maxine: Nothing, just laying in bed Denaun: Why? Maxine: I don't know, thinking about something freaky to do Verse 1: Eminem I know this crack fiend Maxine who needs a vaccine She tests positive but tells you that her act's clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Asking every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly If you mistook her sadly, on her reputation You're in jepordation, if you ain't got no preparation When you step away son, she got her face done Looking provocative, she'll let you knock it if You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency To go to the emergency cause it burns to pee Don't bring your germs to me, 'cause I ain't trying to hear it While your fighting you fucking disease trying to clear it (Maxine!) Verse 2: Denaun Porter Sometimes I wonder, what's your purpose? In life that is To get with every brother and unveil one of his kids, shit You living trife, got three kids at home and club hopping every night You say it's gonna stop but it... just... slows... down And then speeds back to a regular pace, there is no end to this Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that When you got niggas hiding in your closet I refrain from getting angry but you keep on that strangely I met this girl last week, she was a freak, and she liked me So I stepped on it and then asked my homies And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number I stepped to her first I cleared my throat and said "Hey Bitch... Haven't I seen you before?", looked at my nigga Turned around and got slapped throughout my hands And said "Oh it's like that?" She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit She started crying, and asked me to forgive her and shit She said her name was Maxine, so I told her I wanted her number She asked could I give her mine two Got to the crib and called her up We got into a good conversation that's when she asked me could I fuck I said "Maxine check this out, Give me your address I'll be through and you'll find out" Got to the crib she let me in She didn't waste time she grabbed my hand and proceeded to the bedroom I said "Hold up, and stop proceeding, you rushing things" What the fuck are you doing? So I went for my protection, took off my clothes and started flexing As she went for my midsection I threw her down as I tore off her shirt Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about putting in work Before I hit it she said "3 don't get mad but there's something that I gotta tell your ass" I said "What is it, another nigga? It's ok" She said "No I forgot to tell you, that I got AIDS" I got up out Denaun: Hey, Maxine Maxine: What Denaun: You thinking about sucking my dick? Maxine: Yeah for a small price Denaun: For a small price? What you mean? Maxine: You know, money nigga Denaun: You don't need no damn money, I can't give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit. Maxine: (laughing) What you, what you hear I got? Denaun: AIDS Maxine: (laughing) Who told you that bullshit? Denaun: My nigga Kyu, he wouldn't lie Maxine: Well if that's the case, Kyu got it then Denaun: Oh for real, it's like that? Maxine: (laughing) Well I ain't got shit, So he ain't got shit, and if he do, he ain't get that shit from me, I ain't fucking around with no 3rd nigga Denaun: Fuck that, I ain't fucking with you ...
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