It's May 31, 2024, 10:00:07 PM
^its not supposed to be deep, its an expression of anger, a vent, a muthafucking spaz-attack in lyrical form.Its like therapy, getting shit off your chest, instead of keeping it inside........music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, in a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Slim Shady, was one of the greatest lyricists.
But it wasn't even a story. It was an actual person he was writing about. At the end of the day, the girl's a fuckin' person, and he knew his suburban fans was gonna love that shit. Now you took it another level.
This shit isn't music.