it says...
this is the story of a four year old and all u know it
true warriors go ahead and make some noise
..........................................
kick back just relax lemme do my thing.
P.S. the last paragraph of dis song is same as the second verse of sing for the moment..i.e.
entertainment is changing intertwining with gangsters
in the land of the killers a sinners mind is a sanctum
holy or unholy only have one homie
only this gun know me cuz dont n e one know me............
2007-01-22 22:07:41 · 7 answers · asked by yash_slim_shady 2 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Music
no dudes
itz not sing for the moment or lose yourself
i know those songs very clrly
yet ill chk warrior
2007-01-23 02:09:40 · update #1
Its actually a Lloyd Banks song...Warrior
2007-01-22 22:20:54 · answer #1 · answered by workeneh_t2001 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
i wonder if you're talking about eminems song 'dream on'. here are the lyrics.
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone cold, and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, Do rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #2
Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all wanna turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids be listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this **** doesnt make sense, B
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse #3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun up for you and **** it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Ill get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the ****'s cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers; of course this ****'s affecting our selves
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ******* rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' **** in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through the lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
Chorus
Chorus without Beat
Instrumental
2007-01-23 06:36:55 · answer #2 · answered by kristyb872001 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
its sing for the moment cuz someone there in ur answers said its by lloyd banks or something rite? its an old song remixed by eminem....hope this helps but honestly, all eminem songs sound alike to me!! lol....
Sing For The Moment Lyrics
by Eminem
[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[Verse #2]
Entertainment is changing, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this **** doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus]
[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and **** it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the ****'s cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this ****'s affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ******* rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' **** in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Chorus]
[Chorus Without Beat]
[Instrumental]
2007-01-23 06:25:50 · answer #3 · answered by pinks 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
yo yo yo g dog i dont no what sizzong dat is but yo check it it might be da 9 mile song dog what up
2007-01-23 06:40:11 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Could it be the mockingbird song?? Or could it be Toy Soldier? Maybe this will help....
2007-01-31 01:46:12 · answer #5 · answered by canthavethis_78 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it is "sing for the moment". i'm 100% sure.
2007-01-23 07:01:35 · answer #6 · answered by drno 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
lose yourself
2007-01-23 10:29:41 · answer #7 · answered by insane killer 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋