the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin' On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt up to
pilates on Where the Kings crowned like the grill a Maserati?s on Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper blew a fuse and caught a body on Cocaine storaging Liva living
I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack
to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! The teardrops
just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ] It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite
it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
weapon, blowin' live through my tenant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowin' live on the tenants I'm pourin' liquor for the dead an' gone An
stage here tonight, And I want you to know one thing, this isa?¦ Verse 1 a?? Suffa Hilltop, that's where the blood runs, Thick, it's where kings bury
You gotta trace the Vampire to his lair, oh yeah And then you gotta drive a stake Right through the heart of the living dead, the dead Oh I can feel
the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings
officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead to the world right now despite my promises, but at least I'm honest about it. I've got diamonds in
bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony This ain't motherf**king breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone Known to kill my f**king
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battlin' me ya dead
I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player They callin 'em 'Kings
anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla I'm the M C that you strive to be Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as
guy Tarzan and Jane more like Bonnie and Karem Could you be my sugar water, tonic and cream? Put the dean in my yard, like religion and king And diamond