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