Lyrics:
Some people say you can tell right away
If your love will stand, if your love will fall
They will give you odds, they will quote you statistics
Oh,
statistic industry
And I don't want to give when all you share is greed
And I don't want to have one more enemy
I just want to scream
There you go
and hangin on a horse
Lames laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That ain't yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang
and third rate
Take a step back and meet your maker
See play your Maytag statistic on paper
Philosophy not of a giver he's a taker
Later words turn to dust
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we're a Christian country
But we've lost contact with our history
See, we used to worship God
of as criminals
While the guilty sat on high
Deciding their fate
Ticking off statistics in their spare time
Tell me,
Which is the crime?
May you never test
twisted
And be another statistic
How many more to try, is sure to die
Slaughter I, all that player hating only makes me fortify
To get the papers
statistics, look at the playlist
Not about charts, all about interest
Bigging dem up who share mine
Ama alie, dem are fam ah mine
Done and dusted, the craft's
move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
We not judgin' by size that's all statistics
Just turn the lights down and it's ballerific
It's not
chilling in society
And the police, they hate me
Long Beach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me
'Cause I was supposed to be a statistic
A ghost
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
bein' statistics
Not what I mean is the things you want me
To get with God is already ticked with
This is sin, 'case you missed it
She might be fine like
Another stat-istic of a man with
Some kind of pride
I’m getting black listed like I’ve
Got a communist tie
Little did I know it was myself
I was trying
The statistics say I fit the category
I see 'em looking on me down, why?
They sweatin' me, can I get a towel, it's
Out with the old, in with the new
Ain't goin'
vibes)
We need strong men, so our baby boys survive (baby boys survive)
Love our great fathers, I know some statistics lied
But all the ones that
with foreign chemist (go)
Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped (got slumped)
I'm smoking blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after
At least a bachelors but no, too many wannabe rappers, hah
That's just statistics, don't mistake me for hypocrites
Like niggas in the White House supplying
the wrong path, the statistics have shown
Everything that I known turned out to be lies
Found out when I was grown so I shed that light
On these dark
put they fingers on it
Dog gone it
Do the statistics
How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics
And far too eccentric for forensics
I
right back, you know
Now I'm a statistic
But I'm not fatalistic
I'm not yet resigned to fate
And I'm not gonna be ruled by hate
But it's strong
You left them swimming for their lives
Down in New Orleans
Can't afford a gallon of gasoline
With your useless degrees and contrary statistics
big, it could kill a calf
Cup filled with red, like it's goin' down statistics graph
Graduated from school and only thing I actually use is math
also, Detroit is among the statistics
Tapped in like a touchscreen, black Benz but the guts green
Half brick of that Justine, off of crack, still call
I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat
'cause statistic show that kids with no dough
Ain't got no chance, got nowhere to go
That's why life
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