Eminem - Emulate

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

Obie the person that came up introverted

'Cause of nervousness, that was solely the only verdict

It was worth it 'cause he changed, became so observant

Servin' such of a purpose

If you knew him earlier in his days, it's like a different version

So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain

That's why it's curtains in this murder, if you get him worked up

I'm so assertive on these muthafuckas acting tougher

Had enough of isolatin' myself in a room

Writing poems and songs, doing the same in school

Now look what he became, a fool

'Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you

Livin' hard but still Julliard

A god walks and ain't spend a day in the pew

Regardless of this I draw visual, pictures when a nigga vents

So welcome to the art department

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane

Cynics keep on thinkin' it's a fuckin' gimmick when it ain't

Clinically insane, brain is on Venus, up 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 vague, 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"

You catch him flippin' you off, with his pants down

Hands around his scrotum, tuckin' his fuckin' penis between his legs

[Verse 3: (Verse 1 Repeated): Obie Trice]

Obie the person that came up introverted

'Cause of nervousness, that was solely the only verdict

It was worth it 'cause he changed, became so observant

Servin' such of a purpose

If you knew him earlier in his days, it's like a different version

So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain

That's why it's curtains in this murder, if you get him worked up

I'm so assertive on these muthafuckas acting tougher

Had enough of isolating myself in a room

Writing poems and songs, doing the same in school

Now look what he became, a fool

'Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you

Livin' hard but still Julliard

A god walks and ain't spend a day in the pew

Regardless of this I draw visual, pictures when a nigga vents

So welcome to the art department

[Verse 4: Eminem]

It's all psychologic, why am I so maniacal?

Am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick?

Or am I truly psychotic? Or my molecules just diabolical?

'Cause biologically, I defy logic, by golly, haul me off on a trolley

Probably want a quack, or I'm back on that whacky tobacca

I'ma step away from crack, Obie smacked the shit out of me

I'm so slap happy, man, snap me back to reality

I'm a walkin' art gallery, a science museum

Elephantitis of the nuts, you'd probably die if you see them

I pull them out, they hit the ground and probably crack the cement

I need an ambulance, I can't just put them back in my pants (Help me!)