Post by Uprise on Apr 19, 2007 13:32:59 GMT -5
Title: Its Part of Me
Beat: No Apologies-Eminem
Album: Noise Pollution
Chorus:
Its part of me,
to anger yall and spark ya hatred,
cause im well aware,
lifes what i make it,
its part of me,
the bad shit but i gotta face it,
tearin a new hole in me,
so close to a new chance, i can taste it
Intro:
Yeah,
I am what i made myself
i dont blame nobody,
just listen, and maybe youll understand,
and maybe you wont
holla
Verse 1:
In my thoughts im caught,
corrupt stuck in this hole,
theres no control, shit just ups and goes,
everyone knows, and so im told, im some bad person,
like youve never had in your life, some darker version,
its tainted and explicit, but to be honest i miss it,
its like being overprotective, you wanna kill if anyone diss it,
but when your me, shit just hits too deep,
like i can just hear cries and screams echo in my sleep,
locked in my head, shocked and in dread, hangin by a thread,
i find myself in peace,
where this ink and paper just helps my pain to leak,
helps my thoughts to speak, without rap, id just be some sorta beast,
ive said it once, twice, im on to threce,
my lines might be red hot, but my hearts cold as ice,
my life line just spiked, the rage enticed,
so i take my pencil and just cut like its a knife,
like the lines are the blood, that ive carved its murder,
im puttin it all in, i aint no conserver,
anger and hate, intelligence and violence,
im goin deaf, cause of the sounds of silence
Chorus:
Its part of me,
to anger yall and spark ya hatred,
cause im well aware,
lifes what i make it,
its part of me,
the bad shit but i gotta face it,
tearin a new hole in me,
so close to a new chance, i can taste it
Verse 2:
I guess you can call me a sinner,
cause of done some dumb shit,
never was a winner, but lets hear your assumptions,
everyones got opinions, what are yours on me?
counts to three, my heads still spinnin, its still hard to see,
im tryin to be, everything im not, its artificial, fucking plastic,
im fucking spastic, tryin to be an artist,
this paths the hardest, always got somethin to prove,
theres never nothin to do, ya gotta break it to make it,
unless your a chosen few, and you just cypher through,
emotions, fascinations, theres no appreciation,
its everyday struggle, to gain some elevation,
escalation, im diggin through my own hatin,
ridiculed, the worlds cruel, i write riddles,
write rhymes, and if there dumblines, i make scribbles,
i wont quibble, i wont fibble, i wont flop and shake,
quiver and quake, ill admit, i get, when i make mistakes,
the ink spills, its so sharp, pierce my flesh like a dart,
6 inches over and it reached the heart...
Chorus 2x:
Beat: No Apologies-Eminem
Album: Noise Pollution
Chorus:
Its part of me,
to anger yall and spark ya hatred,
cause im well aware,
lifes what i make it,
its part of me,
the bad shit but i gotta face it,
tearin a new hole in me,
so close to a new chance, i can taste it
Intro:
Yeah,
I am what i made myself
i dont blame nobody,
just listen, and maybe youll understand,
and maybe you wont
holla
Verse 1:
In my thoughts im caught,
corrupt stuck in this hole,
theres no control, shit just ups and goes,
everyone knows, and so im told, im some bad person,
like youve never had in your life, some darker version,
its tainted and explicit, but to be honest i miss it,
its like being overprotective, you wanna kill if anyone diss it,
but when your me, shit just hits too deep,
like i can just hear cries and screams echo in my sleep,
locked in my head, shocked and in dread, hangin by a thread,
i find myself in peace,
where this ink and paper just helps my pain to leak,
helps my thoughts to speak, without rap, id just be some sorta beast,
ive said it once, twice, im on to threce,
my lines might be red hot, but my hearts cold as ice,
my life line just spiked, the rage enticed,
so i take my pencil and just cut like its a knife,
like the lines are the blood, that ive carved its murder,
im puttin it all in, i aint no conserver,
anger and hate, intelligence and violence,
im goin deaf, cause of the sounds of silence
Chorus:
Its part of me,
to anger yall and spark ya hatred,
cause im well aware,
lifes what i make it,
its part of me,
the bad shit but i gotta face it,
tearin a new hole in me,
so close to a new chance, i can taste it
Verse 2:
I guess you can call me a sinner,
cause of done some dumb shit,
never was a winner, but lets hear your assumptions,
everyones got opinions, what are yours on me?
counts to three, my heads still spinnin, its still hard to see,
im tryin to be, everything im not, its artificial, fucking plastic,
im fucking spastic, tryin to be an artist,
this paths the hardest, always got somethin to prove,
theres never nothin to do, ya gotta break it to make it,
unless your a chosen few, and you just cypher through,
emotions, fascinations, theres no appreciation,
its everyday struggle, to gain some elevation,
escalation, im diggin through my own hatin,
ridiculed, the worlds cruel, i write riddles,
write rhymes, and if there dumblines, i make scribbles,
i wont quibble, i wont fibble, i wont flop and shake,
quiver and quake, ill admit, i get, when i make mistakes,
the ink spills, its so sharp, pierce my flesh like a dart,
6 inches over and it reached the heart...
Chorus 2x: