They say he lonely  he ain't got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA
 "Chka-chka Slim Shady"   "Dr  Dre"
They say he lonely  he ain't got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA
Consume my body  found a trace of gangsta party
But I don't give a f**k in my artery
It's BME but fam forever part of me
I'ma have to go on without quote-unquote
 "Hell yea"  You know the boy Trice dope
Put a few of you niggaz through high school
Hyped ya IQ  average man into a psycho
(Obie) You know I got 'em big homie
This ain't so long  I just had to own me
BME 'til a nigga C P
I'ma do it for the D  "Hell yea"
Yeah  it broke my heart seein Beans and Hova
As a music listener I know who y'all vote for
But e'rything black's not white  white's not black
That's the music business for ya
But as a consumer 'stead of you gettin a tumor
You opt out for the obvious bloomer
But the least obvious the one that'll do ya
That's learned knowledge from comin up in the sewer
And I ain't wreckin my cap to (Fuze) the gap
I just want (Yoo-hoo)  this is the music to adapt
And if that ain't real rap
Obie Trice need to fall back - f**k that
I'ma have to go on without quote-unquote
 "Hell yea"  You know the boy Trice dope
Put a few of you niggaz through high school
Hyped ya IQ  average man into a psycho
(Obie) You know I got 'em big homie
This ain't so long  I just had to own me
BME 'til a nigga C P
I'ma do it for the D  "Hell yea"
Through digi' design might lose my mind
So the digits I make won't be a surprise
Eyes wide open  Obie know you're fake
You ain't gotta say a word
I can see through your make
Wait 'til I get in hip-hop I'ma take
Give it to the needy  he who appreciates
No it's not the hustle
But you gotta have some type of love
For this culture I grew up to
Muster up somethin for the folks
Who appreciate vocals
'Stead of them duds that make 'em roast you
Who am I to coach as well
I'ma take a different approach
You niggaz pound-sign  fail
I'ma have to go on without quote-unquote
 "Hell yea"  You know the boy Trice dope
Put a few of you niggaz through high school
Hyped ya IQ  average man into a psycho
(Obie ) You know I got 'em big homie
This ain't so long  I just had to own me
BME 'til a nigga C P
I'ma do it for the D  "Hell yea"
OHHHH  BME

Obie Trice
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