For a couple decades (brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt) From that day that I met Dre (brrt) So you liable to catch strays (brrt) From the second you press play (what?) I suggest they (what?) Do not test like an essay (why?) 'Cause like when my homies out west, ayy (yeah) We can just say (what?) I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word rapper and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R-I-P, rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me obesity (why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah) Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day till I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack and you're playin' stick ball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (what?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (look out, like: Brrt) And that ain't no sound effect (woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, let's go, one, two) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma) Across the common sense and incompetence (uh) Incognizant, the conflict's are consequence Of accomplishments that conference through compeitish If conquered done conked him into unconsciousness Through conscious, I conjure that King Kong had just called me Kamikaze, I'm gun cocked to this (woo, my bad) Nobodies sixteen's are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean, toast to, like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down, coup de grâce then Right between the fuckin' I shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'
This is a really good cover. Good on you making a breakdown section for when Eminem goes off with the most content on the continent. The only thing missing was the distinguished difference in the hi hats when Em first comes in. But like this is the best cover of this beat by far.
Never ever been afraid Always been a renegade Always heading for the better me Inevitably I'm am incredible Like the hulk but Thanos cause I'm one inevitable just wanna let you know I'm rising like a bubble too the pedastol I feel like a kid in gushers commercials cause my head of full of shit
Ain’t no way you ruin my day, fuck what they say just press play and hold on to this grenade, watch me serenade the greats down to the masses, till I’m dead in a casket.
Back in the building, I’m goin crazy, Spitting bar after bar, ball like Tracy McGrady, Yeah this an Eminem beat, but I ain’t no slim shady, Gotta work every day, I cannot become lazy
