Squeeze it and hold it 'cos we consider these minutes goldenĪnd maybe they'll admit it when we're gone That's why we seize the moment and try to freeze it and own it We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they die Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thingĮxcept for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's fucked up ain't it how we can come from practically nothin' We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail You ignoramus but music is reflection of self We're entertainers of course this shit's affectin' our sales Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistolsĪnd they want to get one 'cos they think the shit's cool Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude They say music can alter moods and talk to youīut can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
#EMINEM SING FOR THE MOMENT FULL#
You're full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense, Pete They're for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me So I'm signin' cds while police fingerprint me Swiftly just to get me off these streets quicklyīut all their kids been listen to me religiously Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me You need to spew don't hesitate to produce air guns So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon They want you to lose your mind every time you mad To get their hands on every dime you have Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?įrom standin' on corners and porches just rappin'īut then these critics crucify you journalists try to burn youįans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to
#EMINEM SING FOR THE MOMENT PLUS#
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Or they can be great or even worse they can teach hate I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Only this gun lonely 'cuz don't anyone know meīut everybody just feels like they can relate In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you awayĮntertainment is danger intertwine it with gangsters There's no control he just lets his emotions go His step father hit him so he socked him backĪnd broke his nose this house is a broken home He sags his pants two rags and a stockin' cap Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap His thoughts are whacked he's mad so he's talkin' back 'Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him outīut if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out He's a problem child what bothers him all comes out To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'Īlone in his own zone cold and he don't care Its so scary in a house that allows no swearin' Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings These ideas are nightmares for white parents
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