[Verse 1: Eminem "6 in the Morning (Come On In)"]
For whatever it's worth, it's worth me having my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips, to ever kiss ass squished
I just can't get passed these little p*ssants
That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it, 'cause we can
And they can't spit, and they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens and I snap then it's a wrap
Then it's a scrap and it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-hop isn't a sport, anymore when you gotta go and
Resort back into that sh*t maybe I'm old-fashioned
But my passion, is to smash anyone rapping
Without having to slap him, believe me
I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol
When I'm p*ssed now, but it all depends on just how
Far it gets took on the mic 'cause I'm telling you right now
You're not gonna like it, 'cause if I
Get pushed over the edge, then I'm pulling you with me
You poke a stick at a Pit Bull, you get bit, B
Your words stick to you, like crazy glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
I'm the beautiful-est thing, and you're gonna miss me
When I'm gone like Keith Murray, when he threw his stool
And hit a girl accidentally, I do this for Swifty
Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me?
[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda "Forgotten"]
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
[Verse 2: Jay Z "Welcome to the Jungle"]
Black Axl Rose, move halves and wholes
Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, just to cop me some Airs
My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky, ask why I was born
My faith in God, every day is hard
Every night is worse, that’s why I pray so hard
My dreams is big, reality set in
Let off a clip from a automatic weapon
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn’t make it
I’m a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I’m still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall, beginning of the ending
Where the f*ck is the sun? It’s been a while
Momma, look at ya son, what happened to my smile?
My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket
I’m just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
Goddamn I’m so high, where the f*ck did I go?
I’m losing myself, I’m stuck in the moment
I look in the mirror, my only opponent
Where the f*ck is the press? Where the f*ck is the Pres?
Either they know or don’t care, I’m f*cking depressed
No crying in public, just lying to judges
Risking my life, I’m already dying, so f*ck it well
[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda "Forgotten"]
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
[Outro: Chester Bennington "Forgotten"]
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care