Real T.V

Bizarre

Composição de: C. Wheeler
Real T.V - Hush (feat. Bizarre) 

Bizarre: "Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by... 
some real ghetto Detroit shit..." 

[Verse 1] 
I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks 
In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week 
Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek 
And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so) 
Consider every word that I spit 
Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot 
You're forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills 
And here after you'll feel the FEAR FACTOR 
A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows 
With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR 
You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee 
Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL 
Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming 
I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon 
I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE 
With your bitch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air 

[Chorus] 
Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it) 
Back to reality (yeah) 
Back to the here and now (uh) 
Back to life (I gotta bring it) 
Back to reality (so I gotta take it) 
Back to the here and now (uh) 

[Verse 2] 
See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole 
One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE 
Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS 
Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass 
I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB 
In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob 
We don't live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES 
TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school 
Fuck ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee 
Who's career is just 1 big mistake cuz 
This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats 
WEAKEST LINK's get killed over beats and defeats 
2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon 
No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION 
No search star killers the faces glazed over 
This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what) 

Bizarre: "Don't touch that dial... we'll be right back after these messages... 
you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a bitch..." 

(I gotta bring it) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 
I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand 
And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND 
Won't be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART 
I don't use SCARE TACTICS I'll tear you apart 
This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP 
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps 
YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME 
AMERICA'S MOST WANTED try and step in this game 
They water down the show with these hooks that just rival 
Ozzy OSBOURNE'S speech when he needs a sub-title 
I'm not in it for fame or even the props 
If I wasn't ripping mics you could find me on COPS 
Being chased by hands of fans for autographs 
And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath 
For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now 
To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE 

[Chorus] 

Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush... 
and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck... 
we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City... 
Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys 
Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I'm out..."
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