Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Eminem,sing for the moment ❯ Sing for the moment ( Chapter 1 )
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By: new york yankees 
This is a yu-gi-oh songfic from Eminem,
with seto,mokuba,tea
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 970 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
This is a yu-gi-oh songfic from Eminem,
with seto,mokuba,tea
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 970 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
A/N:this is a yu-gi-oh songfic from eminem,it's with mokuba,seto and tea.
Seto was sitting next to a wall inside the battle city tower as he got up and began to sing
verse-seto:
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
it's so scary in a housethat allows no swearing
to see him walkin' around with his headphones blaring
alone in his own zone,so cold and he don't care
he's a problem child,what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
but if his thoughts are whacked,he's mad so he's talkin' back
brainwashed from rock to 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 let's his emotions go-
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lorf will take you away
verse 2-mokuba:
entertainment is changin',interwinin'with gangstas
in the land of the killers,a sinner's mind is a sanctum
only ya 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 motherfucka,they can teach hate
it's like the kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us,plus all the stores ship us platinum
now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
from standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
to havin' a fortune,no more kisin' ass
but then these critics crucify you,journalists try to burn you
fans turn on you,attorneys 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,don't hesitate to produce handguns
that's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
strictly just to get me off a these streets quickly
but all their kids been listin'n to me religiously
so i'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
they're for the judge's daughter,but his grudge is against me
if i'm such a fuckin' menace,this shit doesn't make sense
it's all politcal,if my music is literal and i'm a crimnal,
how the fuck can i raise a little girl?
i couldn't,i wouldn't be fit to
you're full if shit too,guerrera,that was a fist that hit you!
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
verse 3-tea:
they say music can alter moods and talk to you
but can it load a gun for you and cock it to?
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 totin' pistols
and they wanna get one,'cuz they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
we entertainers,of course this shit's affectin' our sales
you ignoramous,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
that's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
idolize their favorite rappers amd know all they lives
so they sit and they cry at night,wishin they die
till they throw on a rap record,and they sit and they vibe
we're notin' to you,but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes
that's why we sieze the moment,try to freez it and own it
squeeze it and hold it,'cuz we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit when we're gone
just let our spirits live on,through out lyrics that you in our songs
and we can-
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
(gutar plays)
they head to the exit as the song ended.
Seto was sitting next to a wall inside the battle city tower as he got up and began to sing
verse-seto:
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
it's so scary in a housethat allows no swearing
to see him walkin' around with his headphones blaring
alone in his own zone,so cold and he don't care
he's a problem child,what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
but if his thoughts are whacked,he's mad so he's talkin' back
brainwashed from rock to 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 let's his emotions go-
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lorf will take you away
verse 2-mokuba:
entertainment is changin',interwinin'with gangstas
in the land of the killers,a sinner's mind is a sanctum
only ya 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 motherfucka,they can teach hate
it's like the kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us,plus all the stores ship us platinum
now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
from standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
to havin' a fortune,no more kisin' ass
but then these critics crucify you,journalists try to burn you
fans turn on you,attorneys 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,don't hesitate to produce handguns
that's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
strictly just to get me off a these streets quickly
but all their kids been listin'n to me religiously
so i'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
they're for the judge's daughter,but his grudge is against me
if i'm such a fuckin' menace,this shit doesn't make sense
it's all politcal,if my music is literal and i'm a crimnal,
how the fuck can i raise a little girl?
i couldn't,i wouldn't be fit to
you're full if shit too,guerrera,that was a fist that hit you!
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
verse 3-tea:
they say music can alter moods and talk to you
but can it load a gun for you and cock it to?
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 totin' pistols
and they wanna get one,'cuz they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
we entertainers,of course this shit's affectin' our sales
you ignoramous,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
that's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
idolize their favorite rappers amd know all they lives
so they sit and they cry at night,wishin they die
till they throw on a rap record,and they sit and they vibe
we're notin' to you,but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes
that's why we sieze the moment,try to freez it and own it
squeeze it and hold it,'cuz we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit when we're gone
just let our spirits live on,through out lyrics that you in our songs
and we can-
chorus:
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
C'mon!sing it with me(sing!),sing it for the year(sing it!)
sing it for the laughter,sing it for the tear(C'mon!)
sing it with me,if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow,the good lord will take you away
(gutar plays)
they head to the exit as the song ended.