Eric Marlon Bishop (born December 13, 1967), professionally known as Jamie Foxx, is an American actor, singer-songwriter, rapper, stand-up comedian, and talk radio host who began playing the piano when he was five years old. As an actor, his work in the film Ray earned him the Academy Award and BAFTA Award for Best Actor as well as the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor in a musical/comedy. He is also a Grammy Award winning musician, producing three albums which have charted highly on the Billboard 200: Unpredictable, which topped the chart, Best Night of My Life and Intuition.
Born in Terrell, Texas, Foxx was raised by his mother's adoptive parents. He performed in high school and was awarded with a scholarship to United States International University. In his twenties, Foxx began performing stand-up at comedy clubs, and eventually joined the cast of In Living Color in 1991; this exposure helped him land film roles and star in his own sitcom, The Jamie Foxx Show. He released his debut album, Peep This, in 1994, but he did not gain significant musical success until 2004 when he was featured in Twista's song "Slow Jamz". Also in 2004, Foxx played critically acclaimed roles in the films Collateral and Ray. He released his second album, Unpredictable, in 2005, which was helped by his collaboration on Kanye West's number-one single "Gold Digger". His third album Intuition was released in 2008 and was anchored by the single "Blame It". Foxx released his fourth studio album, Best Night of My Life, in 2010.
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In 2004, Eisenberg was honored with the Vail Film Festival Rising Star Award. In 2009, he starred in the comedy drama Adventureland and the horror comedy Zombieland, for which he won critical acclaim. He then played Facebook co-founder Mark Zuckerberg in The Social Network (2010), for which he received a Golden Globe and Academy Award nomination in the Best Actor category. He also starred in Holy Rollers (2010), which was nominated for the Grand Jury Prize at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival. Since then, he has voiced the main character in the animated film Rio (2011), and starred in the comedy 30 Minutes or Less (2011). He will once again voice Blu in Rio 2, which is scheduled for a 2014 release.
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I don't know the real from what I Know I saw
I can't remember where I went
Where I was
I'm gonna move toward a point in time
Where where you are is a state of mind
And anytime I can read your thoughts
Some of them yours and some of them I thought up
There's no good reason for a heartbreak
Nothing's repeating every Monday
It's no good saying you'll always be mine
These jokes life's playing it makes me so tired
It's already to much to always seen you off
The sense that hours go back is enough
I like to fade when I write this line
There's every reason to paint a decline
And every mile I walk is five
I'll get where I'm going in the next life
And all the while there's a false face
This every killing is left untraced
This kind of falling saved my son
There was something in the air when you caught my eye
There was something in the way that you never smiled
Kinda serious, I feel it and wonder why
'Cause I know that you're not shy
I'm so sorry
I've heard all the stories
I know what they've told me
Can't help it and I can't fight
Now if only
I let you control me
Let you get to know me
Seems like I don't have a choice
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
You want a piece of me, but I've seen your kind before
Heard the things you like to do when behind closed doors
I'm not saying that I'm out, I'm not saying no
Now you're giving me a taste of your mind control
Sorry
I've heard all the stories
I know what they've told me
Can't help it and I can't fight
Now if only
I let you control me
Let you get to know me
Seems like I don't have a choice
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
Gonna let you in my mind
Can't fail to unless you try
You can take the lead
You can control me on the things I can't decide
Come on in but please be kind
You can do what others tried
Cause I got nothing to hide hide hide hide
You're just a mind controller
You control my mind
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
You're just a mind controller
Think that you're running the show
You're just a mind controller
Try it but I already know
Here I am
Tonight
I can't stand
To Fight
This feeling of dispair
I hide
I wonder are You there?
Sometimes, sometimes (we all wonder)
Chorus:
Whoooooaaa
This is You, this is me
This is who we're meant to be
Whoooooaaa
We are the real, the truth is unchanging
This is the call to hearts that are feeling
Whoooooaaa
So it is
Sometimes
That I feel
This life
Is far beyond repair
But I
I know that You are there
Tonight, tonight (I won't give up)
Chorus
Keep on
Breathing
Don't you let this take you down
Don't stop
Believing
The Real
Take your instruments of war.
Burn down your stars.
And create a whole new sky.
Before everyone discovers your lie.
All the fuckers that cast their spell.
And wished for me a bitter hell.
I wish to thank you for your words.
There is nothing more to hurt.
Not your evil and your wicked heart.
Could kill the truth in my honest art.
Nothing else can strike me dead.
Only the creativity in my head.
When the fire is at your feet.
Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed.
Preachers of reality,
It is all but real I see.
Oh watch over my head,
Cause the bitch of live went mad.
Nothing is real
But its real if you want it to be
(ideas in my mind none self subsisting)
Look forward to life all of your life.
Just your life not a dream
("hello" i've been waiting to meet you)
So turn around you will still feel
That the real is deep inside
I have opened all my doors
So there's nothing left to hide
I said it
Live in your hole
Box your soul
Without hope pride or faith
(depend on full attempt of boundary)
Turn around before you fear
What you've found
(turn around and
Face me now)
Your faced down
I've been swept away with a violent brain storm
With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.
The night is waiting, anticipating
You to light a candle for me
Too much to conceal, too much of the real
Too much reconstruction.
That's why I fear the morning
Challenging the night for twilight
Calling me it's victim
For it always makes me feel the real
I felt the chance come on
It felt like I was dying
Avoiding the sentence
Of waiting for a second chance
I hope you don't mind if I don't find
Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line
I'm out of words to call mine
I've been swept away with a violent brain storm
With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.
I hope you don't mind if I don't find
Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line
I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha fucka get wit me i try to teach a
motha fucka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
the fuck goin AWOL man i let these motha fuckaz in here, then they go to the
fuckin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any fuckin producers runnin
they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha fucka couldn't even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats
what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone fuck wit ya. Sell all the
stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a fuck. I don't have no image to
hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police
and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u
The real revolution starts within
The real revolution starts within
Locked down and caged our lives directed
We just can't ignore the real reasons
We are just as much to blame as anyone else
Silent in apathy we won't make a difference
How can we say
That we are not a part of the problem
We are not a part of the problem
That's not true
How can we say
That we are not a part of the problem
We are not a part of the problem
Stereotype values and intoxication
Won't bring about change
There's a reason for the rejection
I feel it in my range
A protest to insufficiency
A purpose to save and heal
A balance to recover
The distorded picture
How can we say
That we are not a part of the problem
We are not a part of the problem
That's not true
How can we say
That we are not a part of the problem
We are not a part of the problem
Words mean nothing
Action is what counts
And when it comes down to it
Don't count me out
Words mean nothing
Action is what counts
And when it comes down to action
I know the sun's around
To wake the dead
You've got if anything
A bigger head
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Silly who ya know
Has got away
Sweet little who ya know
Lives in L.A.
Most likely to conceive
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world
Is so unreal
Only the real is real
Pocket the business card
Be on your way
Pocket the smiling face
And save the day
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world is so unreal
[P.G.:]
Hurry up, let's go, take all his riches
That's what I used to learn from these older misses
You gotta, stop, cock and roll with mister
Flip, flop, my robes from dub to misses
Only run with real dudes, with the guns for sticking
Big dicks for sticking, fat tongues for licking
The type you like, she can have all my riches
Pretty Girl, you thorough, cancel all my business
Like to stick my pretty two's, but known to get stitches
Since a young girl, I've been grown up figures
Little older now, and I'm getting grandfather figures
More grands, than the grams, my poppa was sniffing
Laid up, slumped up, is how we leaving these niggas
Turned up, cooked up, like turnips in momma's kitchen
Burned up, like niggas banging dirty bitches
There's many ways, with a kiss, blazing niggas
[Chorus x2: P.G. (Streets)]
Real recognize real, we known to spill
(Get back, flip tracks, been known to peel)
With hoes and fake niggas like Kodak film
(Kill tracks, murk beats, and we'll take your deal)
[Streets:]
It's real, kid, I'm that chick
Time to recognize who she runs with
Spit, bars, I'm so sweet
Gutter langer by the name of Streets
Son get soaked when by myself
Heavyweight bitch, I hold the belts
I, rip tracks, yes, she's hot
I, run them Streets, I run blocks
I, keep my heat, don't fuck with cops, no
Tell Diddy, I won't stop, no
Time to cop, so step your game up
The reason why these fellas open
From rags to roaches, we've been had though
Been smoked that 'dro, beef for a ho
Holla, come on now, bitch, I know my work
Who you talking to bitch, yo, I sold myself
[Chorus x2]
[Streets:]
Been enemy of the state since I was born
Trying to make some moves like Farrakhan
Trying to see the world before I'm gone
Spitting over Buddha's beats in Brooklyn
[P.G.:]
Yo, I'm caging niggas, I'm flaming niggas
Like drag queens in parades on Thanksgiving, niggas
Uh, it's real with no deal, I'm hiding man for niggas
Like mixtapes in the hood, over instrumentals
[Streets:]
Why, yo, we move in silence
Nowhere, to run, nowhere to hide
Bitch, keep that thing, by my sidekick
You jack and laid off to bust a nut
[P.G.:]
Uh, feel it in your guts, you know what's up, and what's what
Get bucked, fired up, light it up, it's a must
Cause, we be the chicks, niggas cannot touch
Chicken mimic how we spit, stop riding us