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Eminem ( Kamikaze Album ) ~ "Fall" 5 . 12 : 00 You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months It's too loud Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Three's not a crowd all up in it, slow fire Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre In that first marijuana tape-guess I got a chronic case (yeah) And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your momma's face I know this time Paul and Dre They won't tell me what not to say (nope) And though me and my party days Have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for Charlamagne If my response is late, it's just how long it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, they're mockin' Jay Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted Shady? You got him! Don't fall on my face (yeah) Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (rrr!) Don't fall on my fate (look) Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches (Pump it up!) And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot Lackin' with it, "He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit" Ho, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold your head up!"-Kathy Griffin Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition This is how I shot ahead (pew)-Gabby Gifford My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business Tyler create nothin', I see why you called yourself a (faggot), bitch It's not just 'cause you lack attention It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-religious If you're gonna critique me You better at least be as good or better Get Earl the Hooded Sweater Whatever his name is to help you put together Some words, more than just two letters The fans waited for this moment like that feature When I stole the show (ha), sorry if I took forever (haha) Don't fall on my face (yeah) Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't) Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (ha) Don't fall on my fate (it's too easy) Just remember, I was here before you And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you Detractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine Increase the dose, from least to most And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show Every parasite needs a host (haha) Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of Everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah) And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket How I'm buryin' these artists On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus' Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly' And what's scary is you probably can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (woo) And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone Or I'll show you an Elvis clone Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home I belong here, clown, don't tell me 'bout the culture I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan But I'm not gonna fall... bitch! It's too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Three's not a crowd all Up in it Slo..oooww...fff......iirrrreee
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months It's too loud Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Freeze my crown all up in it Slow fire Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape Guess I got a chronic case And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for Charlemagne If my response is late, it's just how long it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, they're mocking Jay Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted, Shady? You got it! Don't fall on my face Yeah Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Line 'em up! Don't fall on my faith, oh Rrr Don't fall on my fate Look Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot Lacking with it, "He ain't spit like this in his last shit" Hoe, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold your head up" Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition Slap the clip and cock it back on competition This is how I shot a head (pew) Gabby Gifford, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch It's not just 'cause you lack attention It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is To help you put together some words, more than just two letters The fans waited for this moment Like the feature when I stole this show Sorry if I took forever Don't fall on my face Yeah Don't fall on my faith, oh I won't Don't fall on my fate Light him up! Don't fall on my faith, oh Ha Don't fall on my fate It's too easy Just remember, I was here before you And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine Increase the dose, unleash the monster Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show Every parasite needs a host Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in the mirror That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary In my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists On a scale of turnt you're minus Mine says very, yours says hardly And what's scary is you prolly can compare me to your car 'Cause I'm barely gettin' started And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone Or I'll show you an Elvis clone Walk up in this house you own Thrust my pelvic bone You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles The Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch! It's too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Freeze my crown all up in it Slow fire
I Guess it's about time for season 4, I should've said that's treason whore, To spit about the reason more, Trying to get some support from me, Watch how obscene I can be, This bitch will see That revenge karma will breathe, Take out that knife it has in its sheathe, and stab you right in the back, and start to spit this rap, And take you right off the map, I dont bark or bite, I'd rather slap, I dont lack a mack or a gat, So dont think I can't cap, This shit isnt a game fucking with me will have you dead in your lane, Legally get away with it cuz I'm insane, Youd think I live in the shade, I always fade, So much pain I've made, So I grab the blade and check the list for who's next to be slain, Cuz honestly I've been so bored, this shit is so plain, I'm always ready to make it rain, I've been through pain, So now its everything for me to gain, ready for anyone who wants the smoke, And girls I'm always here, you know I can grow, So you can blow, then after go, Cuz then I gotta go to the show, So I can get more blow, So then I can watch everything move slow, I've never been so low and cold, I'm freezing, their contagious like a virus I get to sneezing, Cut them right in their throat, murder she wrote, I'm the goat, so when they try to drown me in the moat I float, Dont mean to gloat, Then ride away in a boat, Drinking 180 proof, Then spit 360 in the booth, I always lie, I never tell the fucking truth, I make more bucks then babe ruth in his prime, I'll never sign, I'll never take a bribe, Satan will have to pay me to take away my pride, I'm always down to ride, So you know I'll get high and ride that vibe, cuz you know I've heard through the vine, kings never die, So till then I'll shine and while I'm working a regular nine to five, Cuz then it's the world that's ready to dive. Just gotta have the While I wait for that ass to pass, I say I'm in first and you're in last, Slap you with these lyrics so hard you have whiplash, I stay ready to bash, Have your brain looking like beans n mash, Fucking a whore in the middle of mass, -johnathan montney - Johnathan Montney
Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape Guess I got a chronic case And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for Charlamagne If my response is late, it's just how long it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, they're mocking JAY Next minute, they get they style from Migos or they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted Shady? You got him!
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come out down the road and fall like a bouncy ball my raps are made up when you mixin up treach and jada pen like the blade of vador came back to resetutate like dr dre on "dr.day" guess i got a chronic case
Tao không có kẻ nói cho tao biết giá trị của tao là gì Không có cảm giác họ nói thần thánh kết nối 1 cách lạ kỳ Tao không có 1 nụ cười nào khác ngoại trừ giả tạo, không 1 ai tin tưởng vào mình và tao đang đếm luôn cả tao Không bao giờ tao thấy hối lỗi, dù là biết việc làm mình sai Vì không bao giờ tao cán 1 vật gì đó mà khôg ngoái đầu nhìn lại Cũng không bao giờ phải cố hứng đầy ly nước đã tràn Nhưng không bao giờ tao nghĩ tổn thất cần thiết cho 1 bài học là đáng Tao không phải 1 người tốt cũng không phải 1 diễn viên giỏi Sự thật tao chẳng ưa rap nếu nó đã không cho tao tiếng nói Tâm hồn tao không thơ mộng, cũng chẳng đáng được gọi nghệ sĩ Nếu như lương tâm cho phép, nhạc tao chỉ đụ cặc đéo và đĩ
