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    Real T.V - Hush (feat. Bizarre)

    Bizarre: "Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by...
    some real ghetto Detroit shit..."

    [Verse 1]
    I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks
    In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week
    Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek
    And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so)
    Consider every word that I spit
    Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot
    You're forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills
    And here after you'll feel the FEAR FACTOR
    A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows
    With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR
    You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee
    Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL
    Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming
    I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon
    I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE
    With your bitch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air

    [Chorus]
    Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it)
    Back to reality (yeah)
    Back to the here and now (uh)
    Back to life (I gotta bring it)
    Back to reality (so I gotta take it)
    Back to the here and now (uh)

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    [Verse 2]
    See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole
    One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE
    Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS
    Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass
    I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB
    In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob
    We don't live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES
    TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school
    Fuck ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee
    Who's career is just 1 big mistake cuz
    This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats
    WEAKEST LINK's get killed over beats and defeats
    2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon
    No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION
    No search star killers the faces glazed over
    This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what)

    Bizarre: "Don't touch that dial... we'll be right back after these messages...
    you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a bitch..."

    (I gotta bring it)

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand
    And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND
    Won't be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART
    I don't use SCARE TACTICS I'll tear you apart
    This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP
    WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps
    YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME
    AMERICA'S MOST WANTED try and step in this game
    They water down the show with these hooks that just rival
    Ozzy OSBOURNE'S speech when he needs a sub-title
    I'm not in it for fame or even the props
    If I wasn't ripping mics you could find me on COPS
    Being chased by hands of fans for autographs
    And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath
    For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now
    To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE

    [Chorus]

    Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush...
    and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck...
    we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City...
    Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys
    Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I'm out..."

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