The Game Need Change, I'm Hip Hop Barack Obama!

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)
_

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

Alternative Dreams

I woke up this morning with music in my head. To my surprise, it wasn't hip hop... It was alternative... Interesting.

Corinne Bailey Rae - I'd Do It All Again

Rem on Russian Roulette by Rihanna

Lines written
Rhymes spittin'
I'm givin' it all
But I aint gettin' at all
Like I was given the ball
Shootin' missin' em all
...Maybe this aint my game
Maybe my aim, shouldn't be a classic
venture to fame
Maybe I shouldn't be mentionin' names
Rem The Lame...
Maybe Im insane
Maybe I... should hang my head in shame
And quit makin' videos lame
And start makin' video games
But if I did, it would be about a phoenix
Born in the flames!
Restored in the pain!
Sourin' in the rain!
Adored in the game!

(Chorus)
One life, Ima live it
Give a shit about opinions
Dream big, or why live
Close ur eyes and envision
No limits, no lemons
It's divine intervention
God given. So I'm givin'
everything I got in Rem
Success is a pair kicks
...Bet I can fit em
And I see em in the distance
...And Ima get em!
Gotta bag fulla of rhymes
...And Ima spit em.
Till the Rem in remember
Won't ever let u forget em
(Chorus end)

(get em)

All I need is time
I got plenty of it
I'm only twenty five
With plenty rhymes in the oven
All u gotta do is love it
And turn the volume up a bit
Let ur friends hear it
So they can fall in love with it
I won't break hearts
But Im gon' make charts
What you hate about hip hop
I don't take part
Call me Rem Van Gogh
Because I'm gon' make art
These things I promise,
All I need is a start...

(Chorus)

Get em! Damn right
The game gotta high sex drive
So Ima come strong
Every damn time
I said damn right
Every damn night
Ima make the mile high club
On every damn flight
Despite
Hatin' on high
I'ma keep risin'
Till I make it to the sky
Feel me in Cali
And back in NY
Over here in TX
And back home, the MI

(Chorus 2X)

(get em)

Rem on Crush

My sentimental mind say she might be...
Just my type, see it just seems like she...

Could be my Next... I mean my Wifey
Dunno if it's right see it seems unlikely

Despite me... I delight in my mind's sight
Approaching politely, declarin' my identity

And then inviting this lady to like me
And maybe igniting all the right things

But it seems so frightening... my daydreams spite me
I'm in love with love, but love don't like me

My thought bubble pops... now she sees me
So I see her... sippin' on her reisling...

Her eyes teasing but I'm still breezing
But oh how I wanna hear the song she sings...

My eyes feast on her physical
Taste everything visible, distractions are minimal

Attraction is critical, reaction is chemical...
She is my pinnacle; I feel it in my ventricles

Maybe this is clinical; I'm too analytical
My love is up for grabs and it's you I wanna give it too...