I'm back!! Did you miss me? Who the hell am I talking to.. there's nobody here. Anywho, this is what I've been up to:
Lyrics: (potential ad libs and alt lyrics in parentheses)
The year is 2010. Recession is in effect... Success is in the distance... Rem is goin in
People... that I knew
From way back when
Well They don't remember Rem
But then again back then
I wasn't Rem... (the mulatto!)
I was Jeremy (who?)
(Apparently) barely
Present in a room
I wasn't tryna share me (sometimes people scare me)
Meanin that I kept
Me to myself
I liked to be by myself
I didn't need no help (the lonely loner)
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So far disconnected
From High school me
If I knew me
I might fool me
That aint true, but truly
I wish I was a new me
I tried to do new
But I could only ever do me... (who me?)
Dig?...
To anyone who... knew me
But never met the true me (If I seemed kinda gloomy)(rude me)
I apologize
A thousand times And I'm truly (im sorry!)
Sorry that I never
let the fun me run free
...There's only
one me... (the yin and the yang)
And I'm the little, the lot (echo)
The cold, the hot
The wrong, the right9
The black, the white
The old and the youthful
I'm just bein' truthful
I don't live a soap opera
But I'm bold and I'm beautiful (I'm young and I'm restless)
(echo)
I just wanted you to know
We only live once...
I got the power to shape things
What reason do I got, man,
to not chase dreams (RIP MLK)
I'ma be successful,
I put that on my momma
The game need change,
I'm Hip Hop Barack Obama
They say things like
What if you never see the green light?
I'm patient in traffic
Cuz a jam aint what it seems like
We might be movin' slow
but that's time for me to grow
I'ma be somethin fierce
when it's time for me to go (scrrr! vrrooom!)
(speechin)
Eminem told me to lose myself when my moment arrives...
I expect to find myself...
Now...I just wanna be... (successful)(sing?)
But I'm sick and tired
Of people makin fun of me
Right in front of me
Like I'm bein' comedic (ha!)
But I aint doin' nothin funnily
...Yeah, that's a word
But I don't give a fuck, ya see
I'm not some kinda wanna be
As if I'm never gonna be
Sheeit, I am the shit and
Aint nobody flushin' me (super mario ass...)
...Not even a plumber
Maybe you don't wanna see
Why don't u leave that to Stevie
And I'm still Wondering
What other things to discourage
To take away my pourage (I'ma beast!)
These goldie locks suckas
Tryna get under my dermis
Like a surgeon witta scalpel
Got them PhDs (hater degrees)
Theses nurses do it too,
Call em She Hate Mes
Just remember my name
When u hatin' on high
I am R-E-M,
and sometimes Y
Time spent kickin haters
Make my rhymes a lil sicker (cough cough)
When my rhymes get sicker
And my lines get slicker
My dimes get thicker (nickels?)
My fine gets bigger (quarters!)
And most importantly
These haters minds get blisters (hating hurts...)
....
Success (yes!)
I expect nothin less,
Till the beat comes the rest
In these speakers and my chest
Believe it or contest
I don't need to be the best
Just relief from the stress
From the worst financial crisis that we had since the
Depression (The Great one)
And my city got the worst of it, I'm bout to be a Texan...
(Cowboy hat and all)
Hello Houston, and what up Austin
Sayin' bye to Detroit, but I'll comeback often
//16 more (28 so far)
Don't think that you lost Rem, I just need money (ching
ching)
Cash make ya shine, and the lone star is sunny
And the city formerly known for motors and stuff (vroom)
Is covered in clouds... in fact it always was... (thunder)
But Rem loves ya baby and I'll be back soon
Gotta chase my dreams, even if it takes me to the moon
I heard it's made of cheese...Exactly what I need
But I read in a book that said it's really hard to breathe
(inhale) //(breathe in)
(exhale) //(breathe out)
(clear for take off) get the space ship ready
Takin' no prisoners, get the grave shift ready
And I'm fueled off yo fury, keep that hate shit heavy
I'm yo new found addiction and I'm laced with sexy
Want the money cars clothes, so I can make a better life
I don't need that other thing, I already gotta wife (no hoes)
I'm already twenty five, and hoes is parasites
Especially if you don't strap up that latex twice
Little mes on the prowl and she callin fuh her cut
That aint worth it, man... just to buss a nut? //(spoik)
I tell u what it makes me chuckle, I'd rather bust a gut (ha ha!)
Laughin' at u youngins cuz u give such a fuck //(wtf)
If I get a 100 problems... cuz I don't got enough (a bitch is 100)
Cut that bitch wit a Kspoon... like WTF
I closed my black album which holds my pimp chronicles
I'm feelin' this beat... it's so hypnotical (don't u agree?)
(Im floatin on this beat, u can call my rhymes nautical)
My lyrics, psychological, I reach into your mind
Make it a necessity... u gotta press rewind
