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  • It is not the violence that sets a man apart.
    It's the distance he's prepared to go.

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      • Life.. by Marshall Mathers
        What is life?
        Life is like a big obstacle
        put in front of your optical to slow you down
        And everytime you think you gotten past it
        it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
        What are friends?
        Friends are people that you think are your friends
        But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
        and disguises, to hide they true colors
        So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
        they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin
        What is money?
        Money is what makes a man act funny
        Money is the root of all evil
        Money'll make them same friends come back around
        swearing that they was always down
        What is life?
        I'm tired of life
        I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
        I'm tired of committing so many sins
        Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
        Tired of never having any ends
        Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
        I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins
        Tired of not having a deal
        Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
        Tired of drowning in my sorrow
        Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
        I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
        I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
        then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
        I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
        Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
        for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
        I'm tired of using plastic silverware
        Tired of working in Building Square
        Tired of not being a millionaire
        Last edited by Sara; 22-10-12, 15:05.
        "It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way..."

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              • popodnevni chill
                It's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you

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                • Last edited by Condition23; 22-10-12, 17:52.
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                      Hey yo, Before I start this song man
                      I just want to thank everybody for being so patient
                      And bearing with me over these last couple of years
                      While I figure this shit out


                      Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin to myself
                      No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I come from
                      Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
                      It feels like I'm goin' insane, am I the one who's crazy?

                      Yeah
                      Woah-ah
                      Woah-ah (oh oh oh oh oh)
                      Woah-ah
                      Woah-ah (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)


                      So why in the world do I feel so alone
                      Nobody but me, I'm on my own
                      Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel? If there is then let me in so that I know that I'm not the only one


                      I went away I guess and opened up some lanes
                      But there was no one who even knew I was goin' through, growin' pains
                      Hatred was flowin' through my veins, on the verge of goin' insane
                      I almost made a song dissin' Lil Wayne
                      It's like I was jealous of him 'cause of the attention he was gettin'
                      I felt horrible about myself, he was spittin'
                      And I wasn't, anyone who was buzzin' back then could have got it
                      Almost went at Kanye too, got it
                      Feels like I'm goin' psychotic, thank God that I didn't do it
                      I'da had my ass handed to me, and I knew it
                      But proof isn't here to see me through it
                      I'm in the booth poppin' another pill tryin' to talk myself into it
                      Are you stupid? You're gon' start dissin' people for no reason
                      'Specially when you can't even write a decent punch line even?
                      You're lyin' to yourself
                      Your slowly dyin' you're denyin' your health is declining with your self esteem, your crying out for help


                      Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin to myself
                      No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I come from
                      Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
                      It feels like I'm goin' insane, am I the one whose crazy?


                      So why in the world do I feel so alone
                      Nobody but me, I'm on my own
                      Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel? If there is then let me in so I know that I'm not the only one


                      Marshall you're no longer the man, that's a bitter pill to swallow
                      All I know is that I'm wallowin', self-loathin' and hollow
                      Bottoms up on the pill bottle maybe I'll hit my bottom tomorrow
                      My sorrow echo's in this hall though
                      (Oh-oh-oo, whoa) but I must be talkin' to the wall though, I don't see nobody else
                      I guess I keep talkin' to myself
                      But all these other rappers suck is all that I know
                      I've turned into a hater, I put up a false bravado
                      But Marshall is not an egomaniac that's not his motto
                      He's not a desperado he's desperate, his thoughts are bottled
                      Inside him, one foot on the break, one on the throttle
                      Fallin' asleep with writers block in the parkin' lot of McDonald's
                      But instead of feelin' sorry for yourself do somethin' 'bout it
                      Admit you got a problem, your brain is clouded you pouted
                      Long enough, it isn't them its' you you fuckin' baby
                      Quit worryin' about what they do and do Shady, I'm fuckin' goin' crazy


                      Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin to myself
                      No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I come from
                      Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
                      It feels like I'm goin' insane, am I the one whose crazy?


                      So why in the world do I feel so alone
                      Nobody but me, I'm on my own
                      Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel? If there is then let me in so I know that I'm not the only one


                      So I picked myself off the ground and fuckin' swam 'fore I drowned
                      Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice, suffice this time around
                      It's different, them last two albums didn't count
                      Encore I was on drugs, Relapse I was flushin' 'em out
                      I've come to make it up to you now no more fuckin' around
                      I got something to prove to fans 'cause I feel like I let 'em down
                      So please except my apology I finally feel like I'm back to normal
                      I feel like me again, let me formally
                      Reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know no
                      The new me's back to the old me and homie I don't show no
                      Signs of slowin' up oh and I'm blowin' up all over my life is no longer a movie, but the show ain't over homos
                      I'm back with a vengeance, homie, Weezy keep ya' head up
                      T.I. keep ya' head up, Kanye keep ya' head up don't let up
                      Just keep slayin' 'em, rest in peace to DJ AM
                      'Cause I know what it's like, I struggle with this shit every single day and um


                      Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin to myself
                      No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I come from
                      Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
                      It feels like I'm goin' insane, am I the one whose crazy?


                      So why in the world do I feel so alone
                      Nobody but me, I'm on my own
                      Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel? If there is then let me in so I know that I'm not the only one

                      So there it is... damn, it feels like I just woke up or something. I guess I just forgot who the fuck I was, man. Aye yo, and to anybody that I thought about going at, it was never nothin' personal. It was jus' some shit I was going through. And to everybody else... I'm back (haha)
                      "It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way..."

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                        • Last edited by eM; 22-10-12, 23:26.

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                          • Tom, your music is the best drinking partner I've ever had.

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                            • It is not the violence that sets a man apart.
                              It's the distance he's prepared to go.

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                              • "It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way..."

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