music is the victim then so am i Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and i scream and i cuss and i cry If music is the victim then so
6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here
and sleep with Type of pussy make a nigga wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she looking decent Lot of corny niggas be offering wack free shit I can
Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on Shine or moons send me memories trail Over days of forgotten tales Course the compass to offer
in fact not far from right outside I would surprise her wake her up and rise her Go swimming in the night's horizon then dry her Offer the familiar passage
need you to acknowledge I am here If you give me half a chance, I'll prove this to you I will be patient, kind, faithful and true To a man who loves music
you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my hype Offer
land, So when ya kick this rhyme, you wanna sing it out loud. You are the nation of our fathers. Young Jews, be proud! [musical interlude: Jewish music
was lost and i set him free I thought that the pain was never gonna end But now i can be myself again I had the best the world could offer for sho'
of your stare And I'm now beyond care Experience being gained, we're back to back And strain to strain, there is a stillness Breathes in you and me Music
shooting star she was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But, she could make them holy, holy He was dancing to some music No one
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk
with Roman Polanski He?d win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance He started on the Broadway stage A product of another age An offer and
keep it (Gangsta) Vish, look at that blunt my nigga (Can you feel my trigger hand?) It's whatever, my nigga. go wherever, my nigga This is shooter music
of doom. Sittin' in your room.. you listen and consume. You're a prisoner of doom. [Verse 3: (Madchild and Prevail switch off)] [Madchild] Experiment with nature's offerings
to go through all of this again I gave you your position [Pre] What, I thought we were friends?! I didn't ask, you offered, you're short-tempered and
me no opponents? How can you see the future if you livin' for the moment? Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day