[Originally produced by Eminem and Mr. Porter (Kon Artis), cover produced by MC Wike]

[Intro: MC Wike (Bizzare)]
Music.. reality
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
To these kids... so!

[Verse 1: MC Wike (Eminem)]
If I, were to die murdered in cold blood tommorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter?
Could never be the lead-off batter
If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battling
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate, I done came way
Too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for a joke? You smoking crack?
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
'Fore I put some wack shit out
And try to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Y'all steady trying to drown a shark
Ain't gon' do nothing but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you really feeling froggish leap
Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap
This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops