Emulate (feat. Obie Trice)

[Obie Trice:]
Obie the person that came up intreverted
cause of nervousness that was solely the only verdict
it was worth it cause he changed became so observant
serving such of a purpose
if you knew him earlier in his days its like a different version
so much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain
thats why theres curtains in this murder if you gettin' worked up
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher
I had enough of isolating myself in a room
writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school
now look what he became, a fool?
cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you
Living hard but still Juliard a god walks in but aint spend a day in the pew
Regardless of this I draw visual pictures when a nigga vents
so welcome to the art department

[Eminem:]
I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate a saint
Cinic keep em' thinkin its a fuckin gimic when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on venus fuck uranus
label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
if you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
so he's vaugue, so they mistake him for bein' crazed
you part ways, your impression of him changed
you don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
then you catch him flippin you off, with his pants down
hands around his scrotum, tuckin his fuckin penis between his leg'

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я вижу тебя слышу тебя бежишь ко мне по крышам боишься опоздать в полнеба глаза полжизни назад отдай мне свое сердце садись и будем ждать когда снег начнется снег начнется я вижу тебя слышу тебя скажи мне свои тайны и где тебя

Well anyway it's a long story. She's been waiting for so long Still got the songs in her mind and the autograph on the photograph She's got a past full of secrets She's got

Ой в полі калина, Ой в полі стояла, Хто йде не минає, Калину ламає. Хто йде не минає, Калину ламає, Тяжко тому жити, Хто долі не має. Ой чиє ж то жито, Чиї ж то покоси? Чия ж то дівчина Розпустила

Yeah I'm a good loser born to be that way this dog he never had his day Yeah I'm a good loser so don't worry bout my pride Me don't look back

Ой, яка ж то вража сила, Боженько ти мій, Відібрала в мене сина і за гріх який? Я не знаю, що казати, що мені робить, Як без нього вікувати, як на світі жить. Приспів: Сину-сину,