How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Eminem
It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn’t have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it’s elevated cause once you put someone’s kids in it [bad word] gets escalated, it ain’t just words no more, is it
It’s a different ball game, call names and you ain’t just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn’t gonna go after him
Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him [bad word] it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
But I’m so busy being [bad word] off, I don’t stop to think
That we just inherited 50’s beef with murder inc
And he’s inherited mine, which is fine, ain’t like either of us mind
Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us
As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
Strictly to show they support us

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Nas
I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin' home from school on [bad word] block missionaries
Pass out papers that read: Love God
See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops
I watch because every thugs face is my mirror
But this was one in particular
This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro
16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
Every mornin calls [bad word] to come and get him to smoke
He insane, already gone mad
Blames himself for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where his sets at
Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs
Chasin' him, his [bad word] was flarin'
Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin'
He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin'
I give him a helpin' hand

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

2pac
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed [bad word] Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't [bad word] strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby