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Bang

Eminem

Bang

sometimes I say a prayer and I
Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's

obtain and invest in self-interest
And watch the fly multiply, Red-1 and Kardinal
Yes you must recognize, to this I testify
By the ways of the Samurai
If I

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I'm a hip-hop transformer,
A sexual performer Best get out of my way
Cuz I'm turning the corner
So let me start

drink in Appleton and Nantucket

Mashin' down Van Nuys, puffin' stress in the bucket
Ghetto hip hop for the public, you love it
At Lovitz, you love

No Love for the Roadie

Catch 22

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

better run for cover,
'cause I'm the lyrical lover I stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I'm a hip-hop transformer,
A sexual performer Best get out

they rock the trunk
They hear my style and they wonder where I got it from
(Hey, where you get that bro?)
But you see that mumble rap, yeah, I don't

ways
Let's take it back to the unity, standing up for you and me
Black power fist in the air like I was Huey P
Take it back to the elements Of hip hop

He says what I do is right, that I should fight if heaven pours
I am very, very, sorry
My apologies, for coming off so harshly
Impart me, second

삶이지 네 행동은 그냥 말이지
유행이라고 난 안 따라 I got my own shit 그게 간지지
파도 안 타 난 낚시질 난 돈 셀 때 넌 딸치기 
My city 등에 메고 다니지 but fuck you if you don't ride wit me 
Easy

He said he got a plan to get guap and switch spots
I told him I ain't wit it if its not this hip hop
We cant take the same chances that we did as kids

Almost all of us went to prison and some got shot
So tell me was it the hip-hop, the heavy metal
The parallel universes, trailer parks and the ghettos

I'm hip-hop in the flesh and I be flexing with that murder shit
AJ Kid, I used to think I wasn't worth a shit
Roaches on the burner smoking while I hold

really been a sick artist
Hip hop, I'ma drop with the six martyrs
If I drop 'fore I pop, smoke a big l
Really no biggie that we in hell
Feel I got

out of hip hop
Hi Señor 'stop the crap
Stop the cap
I'm perplexed
I'm obsessed
With what Is next
When they act like it's not my home
So then they phone

I seen her at a party looking elegant and heaven sent
The only thing I'm thinking is I wonder if she going to let me hit 
Walk up to the girl

beat was yelling use me
J.Cole please don't sue me
Cause I was just like you
A little boy who got into
This Hip Hop shit, he did
Fell in love and dreamed

where I'm at beats sittin in that prison cell
Now all I got is hip hop, my word and my family
And with this pen and this pad I'm finding my sanity
I

on sheets

She gon' suck me down, cause I got a nice fit
He wonder why I ain't look down on my D's
I keep the fire on my motherfuckin' hip
Double c on me,

to sing and rap,
Hip-hop is my political map,
Lyrical spats like Tourette’s, are cured by the complex words I express,
And I’ll mail that Express, or UPS,

cuz we got days when they cut the lights
but the moon gon shine when the time is right
438 I was born and my hip gon hop so I know I'm forever rap
Can't

is here
Hell yeah, I smell your fear
And I'm your fearless leader
With lyrics deeper than the
Crater left in Hiroshima
So if you love Hip-Hop but
Saw

We Will Survive

3rd Coast Dynasty

The Arrival

2002

was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gun smoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
Cause now with

apartheid
Now every ghetto youthie wants to be scarface
But if hip hop is the culture in which we partake
Then we will build our people up until the point

weakened by loved ones
Wishing my mama never found her husband
Wishing my dada never knew women or got to spouse one
Antinatalism eating up my existentialism