For Danny

Rhyming:

The second verse to I Wrote This

No shame I'm profane bitch I'm fucking cocaine

They say I'm crazy lets just say not so sane

I'm a liar I'm a thief and I'm a criminal too

You try to run game my x-rays see right through

You wanna fuck my bitch you wanna get my loot

You wanna take my spot do what you got to do

Cuz I'm more than these new pupils a multifaceted cat

Packing scared knuckles you's a weak ass with a gat

That's how I feel about these dick riders in and out the studio

Yeah they got a little gold lyrics so booty though

Haven't tasted my own blood in a long time

But I remember it well it stays fresh on my mind

Knock me down I get up and go right back to swinging

Till I'm dead motherfucker I'll be rhyming and singing

I'm not a king you need a pawn you can step the fuck on

And find some other son of a bitch before your whole grill gone

Singing:

The second verse to "It Don't Matter"

And so they say that life’s a play

And that all the world’s a stage

Then for another part I pray

The show ends the same way everyday

And my heart carries the pain of a brain I can’t explain

Am I’m insane I’m runnin’ out of people to blame

It’s even hard to believe the truth

Staring the proof right in the face

This overwhelming sense of doom

Am I just taking up space?

Brooks:

Second verse to his version of "Jamie"

Back then when we met, you were stalking' me

Two days, telling me you were in love with me

Buggin', rubbin' and jumpin' and huggin' me

I still think you might a been drugging me

Cuz it had been a long time that I ain't felt pain

I had the feeling I was gonna make you my main

Show you my brain, sharing my name

And let you enter the world of the most insane

But you were already there, not washing your hair

Takin' knives to your pale skin everywhere

Feeling lost 'cuz your ex-boyfriend took a sheet in the crib

To his neck, and hung his head in the air

You thought that you were to blame, I said, "It wasn't your fault"

You said that God brought me to you here to heal your heart

You said, "I saved your life", I said, "I'm doin' my part"

You said, "I'll be your wife", I grabbed the shopping cart

And it was on, now you're gone and I need you more than ever

The days are long, the nights take forever

And even when the sun is out, it's still bad weather

People ask me how I'm doing, I lie; say, "never better"

But I'm really scared to get out of the bed so I sleep

And jump out the sheets when my 2-way beeps

Hoping that it's you saying, "Brooks I was wrong

And I miss you baby-doll, I'm comin' back next week"

(But it isn't)

Steaknife:

His verse in "Beat Machine"

Boot up dat a entry sample sound assign it define it get the pattern pound

Sequence set it tempo sync play start overdub let it sync

16 levels note variation man it's got my heart just racing

Step it, it transpose quantize midi I/O

Tune the kit reverb the snare phono mono stereo flare

Put it song mode step by step push us the faders let it rep

Meter marker decibels bounce it burn it accessible

Pump it in the jeep now hit the scene my integrated rhythm machine