Lost In The Echo／Soldier [Extended Intro] - Linkin Park&Eminem )
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug, kept stilc appealin'
Willin' to stick out my neck,
for respect if it meant life or death
Never live to regret what I said
When you're me, people just want to see
If it's true, if it's you,
what you say in your rap's, what you do
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets,
face to face, are you for real
In confrontation ain't no conversation,
if you feel you're in violation
Any hesitation'll get you killed,
if you feel it, kill it
If you conceal it, reveal it,
being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it,
till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
And these promises broken
Deep, feeble
Each word gets lost in the echo
So one last lie i can see through
This time i finally let you
Go, go, go
I love pissin' you off, it gets me off
Like my lawyer's, when the fuckin' judge lets me off
All you mothafuckers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch, it's news
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncer 6'2"
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin'
You can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt at 'em
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, aucault and get sued
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops
All you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
Running and ducking out the Hot Rocks parking lot
You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not
And these promises broken
Deep, feeble
Each word gets lost in the echo
So one last lie i can see through
This time i finally let you
Go, go, go
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
You mothafuckers could never do it like I could do it
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest
I spit the illest silt ever, been dropped in two inch
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen
Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
Till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
And lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity.
And these promises broken
Deep, feeble
Each word gets lost in the echo
So one last lie i can see through
This time i finally let you
Go, go, go