I still like this song in 2024🎉 I remember when he was underground && I knew all the words to most his albums before he came out lol && I remember when he got shot😢 ,I was in the middle school n I was emotional asf about it. I'm happy to see who he turned out to be❤I'm a forever fan💯💯
Amazing track but redone has fucked it up a bit, the phasing is not right, there is a build up with rhymes and the beat to the climax of the hook but skippin right there in the beginning ruins it imo
You know what, I kinda feel like the beat should drop after the interlude. I mean, the interlude must be without the beat, or should have the separated composition playing in the background.
She invites me to the condo Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's wife So time we spend is borrowed But it's our moment, right here, fuck tomorrow (yeah-yeah) 'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's Clairol Nice and easy as hair, when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a bottle (oh) . She's tipsy, I'm sober So she gets a chip on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so fucked" "Think that shit's got pneumonia" I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap needs a doctor Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up It's time to check it for Strep or some Tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital We need Q-Tip for the culture . You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate Demented with the pen, I'll make the motherfucker detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date With the Devil and celebrate, together we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a special place, now . Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyper-speed Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck' the fucking media Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach these heights, they're just too high to reach it I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek And you might wanna decide to cheat 'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek (peek) Am I indeed the last of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it Better not use me as your topic Anybody who brings me up, duck it Let me keep it one hundred Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion The queen and her husband Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah . Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh) I want your love, just lead me on Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a sucker for ya Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Relapse was so underappreciated when it released, i thought it was incredible. i'd never heard of "Horror Rap" before, but i knew that i really liked it. and Em was so raw and real in the latter half of the album it just really struck a cord with me, and helped me through a lot of stuff especially a little later in life struggling with my mental health and some of my own addiction issues. Relapse 2 i didn't even learn 'til about 2 years ago was even a thing, and it makes me really sad knowing that there's a good chance that we will never hear every track that would have been on it. especially since the stuff that leaked and was featured on refill were so damn good. but its great that i am not the only one with a strong love for the album and its sequel. and i'm glad we have a good chunk of the songs on relapse 2 got released between refill and the leaked tracks, maybe someday we will get the rest of the lost tracks as bonus tracks or more leaks, i hope.
I could imagine when it comes to artist of eminem and dres caliber; We will have a lifetime of unreleased music at our finger tips whenever they pass away
Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops Daybed, iPod "May-back, " Maybach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops K-Fed, IHOP Playtex, icebox That's how much we have in common (yeah) That's how much we have in common (whoa) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah) That's how much we have in common (yeah) That's how much we have in common (woo) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us . You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy) The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) Like you was gonna do somethin' Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy) And you got juice, lil' youngin', you're buggin' You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin' . Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom) And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if you're a Gunner Roll up with your (gang) You're gon' need a arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up His tough demeanor, so he does a feature Decides to team up with N9na (yeah) But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun . And I'm talkin' to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss But keep commentin' on my daughter Hailie I keep on tellin' motherfuckers, but just in case you forgot Really and need Ja memories, jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'Bout to sound off like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock Demigod, let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little non-threatenin' blond fairy Cornball takin' shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, I'm not gettin' through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherfuckin' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say, I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy . Sold Dre my soul and I told him The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, though made it So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hangin' over My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows and I'm insult to injury Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin' I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotatin' motion . Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle Of sick individuals, stick my dick and put the tip in At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables I let them lick on my genitals I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable I spit the formidable, that you bitches fuckin' with the original I consider me and Nickel identical ('dentical) . But not us, the only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other None comes close to Skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder One month older Sponge, mob, colder Nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster Lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster Unplugged toaster That's how much we have in common (yeah) That's how much we have in common (whoa) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah) That's how much we have in common (yeah) That's how much we have in common (woo) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us (man, fuck this shit, let's go)
You're prolly gonna think that I'm talkin' about you And you're goddamn right, I am look at you This is the minimal I could diss you Subliminally, but I think criminal instinct Has pushed me to the brink, "My pussy Does it stink? He still loves me 'cause he Puts me in his ink He does, doesn't he? Still is, isn't he? Now I'm just playin' tug of war with His heart 'cause he misses me I can still fuck him and leave Him whenever I feel frisky And there's no risk of disease 'cause he ain't with anyone, is he?" This bitch really thinks she can get me If she still wants me, drivin' across country Strapped up to the front seat Missin' all her front teeth Thinkin' to herself "When's the next time he's gonna punch me?" I told this cunt she's gonna overdo it once And once she does, she'll be Stuffed up in a trunk, crunchy Scrunched up in a ball Bunched up nice and comfy fuck around Get dumped up in a lake 'fore you dump me You cunnin' little cunt, deceitful witch You thought you had me 'til my shrink told me this "The problem is all inside your head " she said to me "The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in Your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover" I feel like a serial killer I keep dumpin' bodies in the lake I'ma get caught and sent up the river I shiver when I think of the company I keep How do I know she ain't gonna Kill me when I sleep? I shriek every time she hands Me something to drink Sex kept us together, when we slept together Everything Was all better, she made me feel like a king Slowly she began lowerin' my self-esteem She'd go to the club and not answer The phone when I call her And I just bought her a Truck for fifty thousand dollars Accuse me of doin' drugs and scream and holla Then I find a bag of coke on her Some marijuana And all I know is every time I go To them hidin' spots wherever She hides her blow them little bags of dope There was a pile of coke That's growin' smaller And that was just a while ago And I wouldn't even let on like I know What was I supposed to do Call her out on it? We'd just argue Say she put it there on purpose And flip the whole script Ooh, she's a manipulative evil bitch! A cunnin' little cunt, little deceitful witch She thought she had me 'til my shrink told me this "The problem is all inside your head " she said to me "The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in Your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover" Fuente: LyricFind Genius genius.com › Eminem-50-... Eminem - 50 Ways Lyrics 23 mar 2011 - 50 Ways Lyrics: You're prolly gonna think that I'm talkin' about you / And you're, goddamn, right, I am / Look at you: this is the minimal I ... AZLyrics www.azlyrics.com › lyrics 50 Ways Lyrics - Eminem You probably gonna think that I'm talking. About you and you're goddamn right, I am. Look at you, this is the minimal I could diss you Vídeos 2:30 3:22 3:23 3:26 Letras de canciones www.letras.com › eminem Eminem - 50 WAYS (FEAT. MARTIN
