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Đừng ném tao vào trong phường tao gọi chỗ đấy là ổ quỷ Năm hoa K giao nhận tao gọi là bỏ sỉ Mấy ông fake G chúng hú hét như kiểu đám thổ phỉ Năm hơi K làm tao văng tít xa như kiểu đang ở Bỉ Bé ấy trông siêu chảnh nhưng khi gặp anh bé ấy lại horny Em bảo tao còng tay em đi tao đóng vai là police Tao sẽ sang nhà em ghệ mỗi tối khi mà em lonely Tao sẽ chill cùng em nếu như nhà của em có cỏ Mỹ (lả ướt ơi) Ơ thôi không hâm anh không chơi cỏ Mỹ (bị điên ah) Người như em chìm đắm vào món ý anh khuyên em nên bỏ đi (bỏ đê) Không bao giờ được thử dù chỉ một bi nhỏ tí (no no) Còn nếu như búp màu xanh mà lại có mùi chanh để anh xử lý Blue K purple K bạn anh trồng nhìn nó đẹp như nhập Bảo là ghệ em đang ở đây xong lại kéo anh về để mà dập như thật Anh không chấp mấy cái cậu hay sủa bởi vì nếu anh chấp anh đã đập vô mặt Chỉ là mấy thằng nhỏ suốt ngày nghịch như giặc lên mạng rapper trong khi nhạc như cặc Nhét tiền vào trong túi đó là việc mà anh vẫn làm mỗi tối Sống phải chuẩn anh không luồn không cúi chỉ muốn đống tiền này cao hơn cả núi Muốn mấy thằng Worka khấm khá mặt lạnh như ôm hai tấn đá Mấy em đào tô thêm phấn má nhìn cứ phải nấn ná vì trông anh sáng giá ay Henny rót đi đang cùng mấy em hot B Em cứ không mặc cóoc xi mê mệt không thể copy Quan sát tao care gì mấy cậu bé down Đi chạy show với giá cao đem tiền về cho má tao (chuẩn luôn) Henny rót đi đang cùng mấy em hot B Em cứ không mặc cóoc xi mê mệt không thể copy Quan sát tao care gì mấy cậu bé down Đi chạy show với giá cao để phải đem tiền về cho má tao (let's go) Đừng ném tao vào trong phường tao gọi chỗ đấy là ổ quỷ Năm hoa K giao nhận tao gọi là bỏ sỉ Mấy ông fake G chúng hú hét như kiểu đám thổ phỉ (vãi cả lồn) Năm hơi K làm tao văng tít xa như kiểu đang ở Bỉ Bé ấy trông siêu chảnh nhưng khi gặp anh bé ấy lại horny Em bảo tao còng tay em đi tao đóng vai là police Tao sẽ sang nhà em ghệ mỗi tối khi mà em lonely Tao sẽ chill cùng em nếu như nhà của em có cỏ Mỹ VND ở trong MBB bị thằng CDE chuyển qua TPB Nghe tao feel xong rồi xem tao deal chất cả ở đời thực hay là khi đi thi Chúng mày thích hay chúng mày đéo thích tao cũng đéo thèm quan tâm thôi mày đi đi đi Anh Long tao MOBB cùng với T.I.Z bắt tay VCC Úi xời cỏ Mỹ khí cười hay là CBD Tao học cách mỉm cười cả khi bị chửi như chó như là DVD Học deli từ BDT tư duy đỉnh cao của MCK Bao khó khăn tôi luyện ra tao một và duy nhất tao CDE Easy easy rap kiểu này thật easy Một con ếch sẽ thành hot trend cho chúng nó thật ly kỳ Easy easy H town fucking city Rap hai câu họ đã nhận ra tao là Rocky CDE Gucci Louis Burberry rồi Fendi Biệt đội này quá chất đã rap hay còn toàn thằng menly Money pussy drip style người tao đen sì Anh Tều tao trở về từ Đài tóc lại vuốt ngược như Genji Đừng ném tao vào trong phường tao gọi chỗ đấy là ổ quỷ Năm hoa K giao nhận tao gọi là bỏ sỉ Mấy ông fake G chúng hú hét như kiểu đám thổ phỉ (vãi cả lồn) Năm hơi K làm tao văng tít xa như kiểu đang ở Bỉ Bé ấy trông siêu chảnh nhưng khi gặp anh bé ấy lại horny Em bảo tao còng tay em như tao đóng vai là police Tao sẽ sang nhà em ghệ mỗi tối khi mà em lonely Tao sẽ chill cùng em nếu như nhà của em có cỏ Mỹ Bố mày bố mày rap nó dính như sticker Tao muốn mình được to lớn hơn yeah bigger Đi qua anh em tao trên cổ mày nó để lại vết hở Nhìn thằng bố mày trappin bọn đại trà bị sát sinh đọc theo tao mày quên con mẹ luôn cách thở Mối cũ vẫn lịch sự luôn vinh dự có khi lại cần nó Trong trò chơi này trung thành anh em còn lại là chó Đè cổ em hicky về mẹ hỏi tao phải bảo cạo gió Đeo ski mask khi đi rap chơi với bọn tao ghét thì đừng lại gần bố nhớ ah Bọn gà đang chờ chết Rap game pushing murder rate Muốn ăn tao thì hơi bị mệt ah Phang ghệ trong tầng trệt Bẻ răng mày tao không cần nẹp Ba trăm năm mươi bố chơi cả tệp yeah Băng Qua Lả Lướt Không cần trả cước Rau đang chăn bảo mau sang thăm vì vòi bị chảy nước Dăm ba cảnh trước Anh không giống như xưa anh chỉ gửi một emoji mà em gửi lại tấm ảnh ướt Nguồn tin: LyricFind
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EMINEM Eminem ELEVATOR POWERED BY GENIUS [Intro] All aboard! Okay, next stop - my basement (Haha) I'll meet you down there! [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 1] Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touché me Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele Whoopsa-that-a-fucking-daisy That's a no-no, even she knows Da-Da's fucking crazy Fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas, fucking-A, B Maybe it's because I never had a mother raise me Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby You may think it's 'cause of the way that I was brought up But it's all caught up to me now, karma's in the waters Every line I ever said has got me in a corner You might think it doesn't creep up on ya, but it all does You wouldn't listen, man, I tried to warn ya when you started Now your brain's all haunted 'cause of all the shit you thought of Chainsaw slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust I never thought it'd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 2] "Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it They get so mad when I call them both faggots" All these fucking voices in my head, I can't take it Someone shut that fucking baby up 'fore I shake it You're standing adjacent to Jason, slash, Leatherface, and Together makes 'em a fucking bad combination I lashed at the doctor in my last operation Shoved the Wiener Schnitzel up his ass, hopped away, some- -body please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him Homie, I'm the Scheiße, ask Doctor Dreson I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away, son No, not a-now, not a chance, not today, son I can't believe I leave for one brief second And you pussies queef all over the rap game, naked And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain, feck it I'll just keep saying the same exact saying, check it [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 3] Elevator in my house, hah, smell ya later I blew the fuck up, a hamster in the microwave, I'm Thinking 'bout an escalator now, steps, I hate 'em Told the neighbors step away, then I just pepper-sprayed 'em Yeah, for every time you ride down the street Or hide out, drive by my house and beep Like, now motherfucker, try now to sleep Lie down, fucker (Bah), try counting sheep And you're tryna find out why now there's beef Mace in your face, bitch, cry now, pussy This is my house, all nine thousand feet So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse's teeth Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top Stand above 'em just to cut the fucking cable, let 'em drop Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop While I let 'em fall all the way to the basement, yelling "Stop!" [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Outro] You fucking son of a bitch, I can't believe this shit This must be all that there is, this must be it Fucking-A, even got a bidet To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper Dishwasher's so big, when I'm pissed off I can just toss a flying saucer in it, the shit's awesome Yeah, fucking elevator Living in a house with a fucking elevator (-levator, fuckin' elevator) Elevator Eminem Facebook Twitter RU-vid Instagram Apple Music Spotify Copyright Shady Records Privacy Policy Terms & Conditions Cookie Consent About Cookies On This Site Decline AllAccept AllCookie Choices
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play date Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire-spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire-spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire, and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake!) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger-happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable I'm on the toilet bowl I got a trailer full of money, and I'm paid in full I'm not afraid to pull a-, man, stop Look what I'm plannin' (ahaha)
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probably no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled) Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence Bang it with a pipe wrench While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch Like Vice President Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a Sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You won't ever see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah) Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough Nah, turn the Valium up! 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu) But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooouuu) I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing) So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'Zae Lil' Pump, Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with being humble And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that I'm from will pummel you That's what it's comin' to What the fuck are you gonna do when you run into? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two And dump on you if you ain't Joyner If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned And you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'Cause you missed the line and never caught it 'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet I don't see why y'all even started with me I get in beefs, my enemies die I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased I'm eastside, never be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't sleep Not even a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze "Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't even orange, oh my God, that's a reach!" Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine Or you think water is pink "Dawg, that's a date, " "Looks like an olive to me" "Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!" So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway Doesn't matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah) Invite 'em in like a One A Day I'm not done (preach) 'Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people turnin' Is makin' it seem worthless It's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship But if I could go back I'd at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Sold the dream to that he's deserted But I think it's workin' These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too scurred to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists" But my beef is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist Can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis 'Cause they been pannin' my album to death So I been givin' the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh But they been puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleaners
We started from the bottom, years pass by feeling like yesterday was autumn, thinking of time wondering where I would be without it, homies up to no good, wondering if I'd have made it without'em, how come I've worked half my life struggling , to make it, put in hard yards well other niggas fake it, at that point I feel like I'm at rock bottom scratching my head confused I'm just not him, I scream fuck it I ain't gonna win, then I throw thoughs thoughts in the bin and start again, rock bottom
[Refrain: Joyner Lucas] Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food (Yeah) Pass the plate (Yeah), where my drink (Hol' up)? This my day (Yeah, yeah), lucky you, fuck you too, woo! [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room (Woo!), give me some room (Hey!), give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move (Boom, bap), y'all gotta move (Woo!), give me the juice [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished (Bap, bop, bop) Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' (Yuh) You might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys (Woo!) If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time (Yeah!) I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (I) Run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo!) I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo!) Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah) You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno (Bup) Cállate boca mejor, maricón Little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now (Yeah, yeah) Shit get relevant 'til all the beef die down (Yeah) In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down (Bop, bop) I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now (Woo! Woo!) I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (Yeah) You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo! Woo!) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!) [Refrain: Eminem] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way (Yeah), I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em (Ah) Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah), just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (Woo!) [Verse 2: Eminem] I got a couple of mansions Still, I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers (Yeah) And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling! We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap (Yeah) Let's recap, way back, MC's that (What?) Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo) ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap (Nah), and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact (Yeah), where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable they know what button to press Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker (Yeah) I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA (Yeah) But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California Wishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'all Been prayin' for my downfall (Yeah) From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys
ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik) I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik) Detroit vs. Everybody Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree All these females need to email to make noise And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority Then he shall see shells But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not It's simple as the alphabet He F with me, that G shall surely see He definitely as 'bout it as retail fraud, he's weak The honest gesture The trigger finger 'round the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat (uh) The same soldier, it's me, myself and I Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography Range Rover, this ain't the squash beef state You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance My parachute like skydivin' in Hammer pants So call it sibling rivalry Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is like Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns Y'all niggas been bitches, that's none of my business, but I don't sip tea (That's Nickel) Ride around his block All he knows is pitfalls, that's why he's always climbin' out his drop (I got a question) Do you wanna ride or die? Welcome to Detroit, mothafucka (Sean Don) Boy I need no halves and halves, I want the game in entirety Hundred percent cut, no stitches required (no) Welcome to Detroit where if you get that promotion Don't worry man, them bullets will still be at your ass firin' (brr brr) I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin' Boy I hit the beat I just treat that shit like a diary I'm offended if you hear my new shit and you ain't rewindin' me Self made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see I'm never callin' collect, I call to collect My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dog in the 'Vette (swerve) Ha, plus I'm so loyal that that paper, boy, is all that I fetch If the ball in my hand then the ball in the net (net, uh) Bitch I'm the D, can't no offence dunk on me (me) I'm Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me (me) I'm over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day Back when tenth grade was like fifty days away Tryna get paid fifty ways a day Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet fifty shades of grey Twenty six and I done lived a lifetime a few times From futons to Grey Poupons In church tryna get a little savings, yeah coupons (God) I spit that A1 every day, I'm hittin' new primes Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines Takin' down my number like "you still ain't got a new line?" Nah it's the same, we been laborin' for years I know it took way longer than nine months, but fuck it, it's all in due time I turned a blunt to a roach with dreams of bein' a Beatle though Don't want to, I need to, ya gotta learn to keep it cerebral When you come up in a place where everyone got a piece but ain't peaceful This is just part one, wait 'til the sequel (let's go) lil' bitch Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik) I swear I love my city, I just less little (Statik) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik) Detroit vs. Everybody Comin' from them streets where they thirsty, starvin' to eat Just a step away from felon, that's why they call it the D Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets 'Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand River If you think your hood harder, then I might beg to differ Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller In a blink I'll hit your kisser, bet yo ass ain't rememberin' They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman Have K's out front your school, but I ain't goin' to Kettering Cough up a lung, 313 where I'm from Xan got me cross eyed like Bernstein's son Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top It's us vs them, Detroit vs everybody, yeah Lately it seems as if it's me against the world Like it was before my life became a movie And they used to use my mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with But I flipped that script like a refill a Painkillers to pop that lid off that safety seal It made me feel amazing, Navy SEAL of bravery And if I may reiterate, I ain't even need a script I ain't bein' conceited, but I made it to radio, eat a dick I still never ABC the shit Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla I was daydreamin' one day I would be the shit And if I ever end up escapin' these streets I swear that I would stay here Still in it, and I'm crazy, I'll always be real Don't make me steal an eighteen wheeler Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer Peel off back to the same block that we came from, on a rampage Too crazy for me to flip What's makin' you think I need a switch? 'Cause I'm Adrian Peterson When he's raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid? On the track get spanked like he just did (Detroit) I can't never leave this bitch Sick of bein' treated like me and shit, but Jesus I can just see why people quit callin' me to do features And them cyphers on BET 'cause if I wasn't me I probably wouldn't want to play with me neither, shit Seems to be reachin' this fever pitch, hundred and eighty degrees in here Shoulder blade full of cedar chips MCs just bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish Or Lorena with two penises Hateful and genius, this inconvenience And for the record, you won't want this kind of static In your life, when I'm makin' you cling to it May consider tryna reinsulate ya windows May be in for another crazy winter 'Cause so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away But ain't this what really made me into the angry bitter blonde But ain't we sick of bein' underdogs Don't make me unleash this shit, release this Pit may even seem as if I'm yankin' your chain a bit or maybe the way in which I'm sayin' shit Is playin' with your relation, changin' it it's still the same shit and Shady's still a lady killer Since the day I went insane and attacked the baby sitter With a potato peeler and mushed her face into the entertainment center It's like another plane just entered into Ukraine again Or the Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safe descent Awaiting anyone who ain't affiliated, it could be danger Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'fore you came here? And if they mention us Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik) I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik) Detroit vs. Everybody What up though? It's the godfather Trick Trick You either ridin' with us Or gettin' rolled on That means Detroit versus everybody Hey Em Let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood Let the little homies get this remix crackin' Detroit Okay
I’m the strangest rapper alive - watch me show you When I mingle as a single the dimes want me to go to As a nipper, my teacher taught me always to make contact A quarter after, I find all of these twats making card taps How common is that? Perhaps Rashid Lynn can answer that if he has to transport us all the way back to his early conscious raps Tiger shots to the crap performers, I knock them flat Get on their tracks and run them all over, I’m jacking all their stats and taking their cups; those who take me for a mug get their powers took, overpowered, cooked - I leave those cowards shook like ladies with butts, tamed same way as mutts Shamed right in front of their Facebook babes and their buds Frozen like Elsa, creating a dump; they say that sh*t happens Well, I’ve got them constipated, walking away with muck and waste in their thongs It ain’t too long ‘til the world is thrown in chaos like Sonic When Christ returns the universe will be blown like Dre’s chronic
boy,we in Las Vegas,y’all take dis,we all make dis,got razors,and Jesus,and papa,and time ta wake up,wit phases,and tasers,wit lasers,and prayers,wit players,and slayers,nay sayers,I savor da flavor,I play for a team major,green ranger,a stranger,pink hanger,keep favors,and time to go loco I give you a chokehold,and put chu in slow mo and you won’t be no mo and you so slow dat chu a slow poke and dat’s no joke dat it’s a nono and it’s fosho and I’m so sho dat chu got a TV fo show and watchin a old show playin wit a yo-yo
Somebody told me that I can’t sing Great, I’d like to listen to you bring What I get to a beat when I can’t sing At least they’re good enough for me to play on repeat what I make See, I’m just a rap artist who’ll mean what I say And the mad part is I’m still deep in the game I took a break but I’m peaking again
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Lyrics Da-da, da-da Yo, I can't sing, but I feel like singing I wanna fuckin' sing 'Cause I'm happy Yeah, I'm happy I got my baby back Yo, check it out Some days I sit starin' out the window Watchin' this world pass me by Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for I almost break down and cry Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy Why am I here? Am I just wastin' my time? But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no 'Cause sometimes (Fuck) it feels like (I was scared) the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me 'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me My baby girl keeps gettin' older I watch her grow up with pride People make jokes 'cause they don't understand me They just don't see my real side I act like shit don't faze me, inside it drives me crazy My insecurities could eat me alive But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no 'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me 'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't ['want her' backwards] Now, you probably get this picture from my public persona That I'm a pistol-packin' drug addict who bags on his momma But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest 'Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside of my soul And just know that I grow colder the older I grow This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world and I think my neck is breakin' Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted So here's what I'm facin': three felonies, six years of probation I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman Man, I shoulda seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in? Wouldn't have ripped the prenup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin' But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more I got my baby, maybe, the only lady that I adore Hailie! So sayonara, try tomorrow, nice to know ya Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted It's like the greatest gift you can get, the weight has been lifted, and- Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me 'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier Nothin' can take her from me Wooo! Told you I can't sing Oh, well-I tried Hailie, 'member when I said If you ever need anything, Daddy would be right there? Guess what-Daddy's here And I ain't goin' nowhere, baby I love you [*smooch*]
L aspettativa può davvero rovinare bei momenti È Invettiva contro il tempo, rovina dei sentimenti E tu menti se dici che non la senti Quando ti convinci e fai una cosa che non è ciò che vorresti Non vinci veramente, ti accontenti, è la gloria de ganar, come Oscar, appena fuori dai venti Il soldo sai fa gola ai dipendenti, sennò c’è chi si chiude nell amore per ripararsi dai venti E sentirsi ancora un po’ esseri viventi Spesso attratti dal facile Con la faccia stanca ma ineffabile rick in Casablanca cerco una via rispettabile Ma tocca scarificare tutto il sacrificabile (ah) [HOOK]: - [STROFA 2]: Pensare a se stessi non è da egoisti è da intellettuali L unica difesa alle paranoie superficiali E anche le tipe quelle buone sai son poche Le coppie contan poco poi quando la vita è un poker Vai con le tue ruote, copri le tue tracce con la voce, annotta i tuoi pensieri dentro ste cazzo di note finché non saranno note Non fingerti un altro per farti un nome Heat Ledger è morto interpretando Joker L abilità di leggere le persone Non per forza rende me una persona migliore Forse è naturale un po’ sentirsi superiore Forse è un paradosso che ti lascia una lezione Nel momento in cui ti senti più potente benvoluta dalla gente, ti fai l amico del tuo tipo tanto non fa niente, ignorando quanto pesi veramente, non cammini sull acqua ma ci sprofondi lentamente (fra)
although you tried to edit it all out, i actually really like the very slight vocalizations remaining in the beat, it is infrequent enough already and it kinda sounds like it goes with the beat like an ambience, so gg 10/10
I'm givin' mad love, I'm snugglin' hugs Strugglin' thugs, smugglin' drugs Jugglin' jobs, guzzlin' jugs So here's a toast to federal checks Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts We travel in packs, unravelin' facts And gravel in cracks to find babblin' max, gafflin' tracks I grapple an axe for them bafflin' acts Of mysterious stab-in-the-backs who dabble in wax Stealin' my art when I sculpt it The culprit that stole shit'll end up with his skull split Then I buried the hatchet, I carry the fat shit Butterfingers is here when it's necessary to scratch it Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two Smoke a little bit and follow one of you Back home when the party ends So tonight I'm droppin' naughty hints To the finest women in the audience 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright Ayo, biters are like tarantulas, vandalous Livin' as scandalous as a television evangelist But I can handle this I'm the rhyme biter, crime fighter Caped crusader, takin' care of undeservin' lime lighters I think we live in era meant for me Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally When I stumbled upon this resolution By usin' a special fusion Of chemical solution for this fresh illusion You couldn't see me with binoculars I'm armed like an octopus Step on stage and you'll get socked and pushed Talkin' that junk like you had Black Bart at your back Come to battle me and you get smacked hard as you act When I rep-a-resent it, and will have a referee in it Every minute, so when I win it you never resent it I'm forever demented Come up with funk, I'll never be scented You got the point when I cleverly sent it 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright Eminem is headed skyward For those who thought that I would Make you bored and treat you like a piece of plywood I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me With the agility to escape a killer bee colony So get your cameras and capture how miraculous I rap for all you Draculas And showed you all how wack you was I meant it as a diss 'Cause you don't posses the pizazz of this I'm hazardous enough already as it is Without you addin' fuel to the fire I'm cruel to the liar Who fails to recognize my reign and hail rule to the sire Clinical studies show that I'm cynical There's no one who's identical To my fresh and authentic flow I'm sure the party people can agree That I'm enchantin' rhythm romantically Freakin' vocals so frantically So throw your hands up in the atmosphere And let them know the only party that was fat was here, just be like 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright 'Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight We don't want no one feelin' uptight 'Cause we came here to do this tonight 'Til the morning light Hope that everyone's feelin' alright
