It actually makes me cringe whenever I see people rapping in the RU-vid comments section. It's so fucking cheesy and lame when reading lyrics that are *always* about how 'hard' they are; It's so fucking ironic. I mean, you guys are rapping about how much shit you've made it through, how good you are at rapping, and/or how much money you (don't) make.. *on RU-vid*. You can't hear the tone, how they pronounce the words, how fast they'll speak a word, hear when they'll pause a word, drag on a syllable, and well, literally everything else that defines something as a song, rather than just text. Tell a girl how hard you 'laid it down' on a RU-vid comment section, and see how impressed she is.
I'd say its the only way people can music attention for free, the only reason i do it is just for fun to see if people like it or not, i have no interest in making it as a famous rapper
Every time I make a beat I feel so shit because it sounds so bland and repetitive compared to an Eminem song, but it's not until you listen to an Em instrumental that you realize it really is the vocals that gives the song the spice.
Dr. Dre is a beat wizard and arguably the best ever but Eminem is a producer as well and his hit songs Till I Collapse, The Way I Am, Shake That, Beautiful and almost all of The Eminem Show were produced by Marshall. Dre produced pretty much all of Relapse but Em always has his hand in the beats.
My past is like the jingle of a music box. It plays over and over again couldn't refuse what I forgot. If my life was like a song then I'd hit the pause button. I'm just a poet, violence was here I didn't cause nothin'. If living is like dying, then I'm a walking corpse. I won't take your life, I'll just be stoppin' yours. -Sikco
Yeah Yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark are ya? [Verse 1] You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peep But because I'm hungry She smells like taco's I want to eat Visions of hot choclatey marshmallows Also sweet With sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am My music box [Chorus:] Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep But i can hear u my love, you keep calling me I want the world to know, you mean the world to me So when you call me to come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep I hear my music box, playing a song for me So wont you whirl around, and do a whirl for me And want you be my private dancer [Verse 2] I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sobered gross I foam like a doberman, mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins, I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortition of love, sent from above, Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her And climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha! I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
Yo, yeah girl, Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box) I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippin's, I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love, sent from above, Forced and treat 'em all ? stingy I've become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
this is the music box, where the music drops, the next mc usually not, it's not about talent, it's whether you use em or not, and what you put in is what your gonna get out, do what you need to do immediately, strategically so you can see your tree,
Kid Swayze you kids need to wait for my release on my mixtape of this song and you will understand. ill find your account again when i do and send u the finished product. real artists dont post their lyrics in youtube comment sections.
grahamyodude real artist waahhh? lolol real artist do whatever the fuck they want. grats on your mixtape but that don't mean shiiit. all the hate for posting a few lyrics fucking around on an instrumental.. people be acting like youtube is for professionalism or something /:
Baron Samedi VI call me the ninja, ill sneak up on you in the dead of night, your catching z's squeezing pillows tight, hows a kitten guna win against a wolf in a fight, ill pour petrol on you and let my words ignite, my vocab is far sparce, like a bbw with too much ass, bitches breaking stitches just trying to touch their own toes... im a white rapper experienced in prose, just remember those in glass houses shouldnt throw stones, ill throw words that will make you wanna break you own bones, you set the bar but im taking it home, i out wrote your arse without smoking home grown, your a jester im the king on throne, so dont play me at my game go find you own...
Jose Rivera Yes, while crafting this masterpiece I was heavily influenced my Eminem's Shady 2.0 Cypher as well as the mastermind Politikz and his hit single "Real Hip Hop".
I decided one day to learn every lyric from this song. I’ve always believed Em was untouchable as far as lyrical complexity and versatility as a rapper, that being said it took 2 hours to learn the first and second verse, the final one took 4 hours. I enjoyed every second 🫶
I spit well, I swallow sharks and I spit whales So when I use big puns You GETTIN big Ls Aw man I can see the envy Ever since I flowed like Dmx Ya ex DMed me I'm so magnificent Flow is ridiculous Dudes wanna get rich and die trying over 50 cent The masked messiah will slaughter you Break you down into a molecule I exhale fumes more toxic than rocket ships If your the face of rap that makes me the cosmetologist Call it Pangea drift the way I move the continents. The flow is synonymous to flawlessness Fuck the politics Used to be anonymous, now I'm prominent Used to be a recessive trait Now I'm dominant From an apartment to touring continents Out in Europe Boston and Compton I conquer ya consciousness Yall need to ketch up like condiments It's appearnt, your parents don't know what a condom meant It's triz one of gods promises Slick like Rick I'm sick As jigsaw with thick 6 inch scars Jack rip is at large And he has a female manikin Named Madison She needs surgery She wants to be a man again Enough shenanigans No time for panickin I crossed over to the dark side to speak to Anakin He makes money these days selling opium And lives in a trailer park the same one obis in Got the whole room filled with weed smoke And make em high High enough to step on the sky, And say goodbye To the angles in heaven Fly since age 11 Conversations with God Shocking the reverend
Grew up way too fast shoulda listened to mother, Smokin' up on gas chillin' with my brothers, Tellin me to take it slow son find a wife, Lemme just write the shit that's in my life, Ma I wanna do right and maybe find the light, But tonight my minds on higher sights, She cryin' for me son make it to heaven please, I knew I wouldn't make it by the age of seventeen, What fun is life without little bits of sin, What fun is there other then whiskey vodka gin, I'm still lookin' for them maybe I should repent, But it's just so hard for me to pretend, I could do it on the mic for my family right, Haven't seen them in ages wonder what my family's like, I've been left so much I can't see Randy's right, In the darkness so much I can't see candies light, Should I continue it went wrong on a family hike, Saw my songs thought I wouldn't get Grammys SIKE, Bitch I made that off my own homes Camry type, I'm in my zone like Al Capones own mammys life,
Cold as ice i remain,infact let me freeze tha rain, I might even just melt my veins Un predictable as i am i pop Never to be seen again never heard of im not Rewritin i put a fullstop,period or tha dot Let me show you wats in this mike,its my floss
im avoiding fire like i spotted tracers, evasive manuver then spray bullets shreddin through armor like paper, then watch him fade like tapers, luckly ejected safetly without smashin through the canopy no heart breaker, i aint no killer but im down to fight for life, and if i hit that splitting road then best believe im goin right, meaning wrong's opposite concequence is accomplishment, of the mission i started from the first moment i seen light, to me the day the world began, the day i became a
You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked, so I go to creep Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams' I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse-whippin's I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack Leavin' the corpse drippin', the mortician of love, sent from above Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
Ok, but do you think Eminem just stood there and waited for Denaun to make the beats for him? No, pretty sure Eminem told him to switch things up and such.
What if we could leave this place we call earth, In an instant it might feel similar to rebirth, At first you might look at it as a curse, Like a stolen purse, but it's much more, You have no idea what's in store, If your not interested I don't mean to bore, And if you are get ready to eat the apple down to the core, Once you go in you'll be ready for more, And after you go life will no longer be a chore, You be relaxed like your sitting on the shore, Don't ignore and open up the door
im layin in the park after ark while the snow is fallin, the whisperin and mumbles in my head just keep on callin, with blood on my chin i hold a steady grin like the grinch my bodys frozen to the bench silence not movin not a flinch ponderin upon the wonderin souls that lurk all around me the spirits of death have arrived and will not be departin without me And there she hangs from a tree i think nothin of it i take her down tie up her limbs and play here like she was my puppet the white boy..
The beat will start and pacen your heart/ as I begin to creep up for a peak, I sneak/ around, I'm right up against the oblique/ brick wall, I go from tall to small/ and begin to crawl my way away from the wall/ my speech is drawl as I fall then sprawl/
brooze u quick, i choose the skrews for a crusafix, moods will flip, lunatic, blue been rude to kids, shrooms are sick, use that shit to defuse a script, glued to this, doom your crib, gettin loose on trips!
In a rap ill never take a defeat, i be crusin down the street, spittin bars to a eminem beat ,with 50 Gs and 2 glocks all stashed in the jeep. Feelin like i won the lottery but you aint stoppin me, bout to bring the havoc like prodigy, so enough with all the fuckery, keep the gun tucked comfortablee.
Check it! - You know how I get thru this world? keeping my mind at eaze, on my knees, playing froggy crossing the street, playing with noodles, wat would you do before you eat?
RELAPSE rules - best eminem album. Refill is great too, for me it continues Relapse... same style...! too bad Eminem has commersialized lately... Recovery. But Hell The Sequel is amazing,
I spit well, I swallow sharks and I spit whales So when I use big puns You GETTIN big Ls Aw man I can see the envy Ever since I flowed like Dmx Ya ex DMed me I'm so magnificent Flow is ridiculous Dudes wanna get rich and die trying over 50 cent The masked messiah will slaughter you Break you down into a molecule I exhale fumes more toxic than rocket ships If your the face of rap that makes me the cosmetologist Call it Pangea drift the way I move the continents. The flow is synonymous to flawlessness Fuck the politics Used to be anonymous, now I'm prominent Used to be a recessive trait Now I'm dominant From an apartment to touring continents Out in Europe Boston and Compton I conquer ya consciousness Yall need to ketch up like condiments It's appearnt, your parents don't know what a condom meant It's triz one of gods promises
What's the possibility that you came just so u can live with me, So we can enjoy each others company memories made layed thrown out in the street. The aquaintance that we claimed and the trust that we must speak Played heavy on the muscle that controls if we ever go past the peak If we ever go past the job, are we ever gon make it large Are we gonna ever be together though we tore each other apart Or are we gonna lay up as if everythings running their part Their course that leads to nothing The lovely sound of the music box
Yo this Music Box Sounds kinda trippy like abusin rocks I neva played a game of tetris but im movin blocks You could not put a stop to me stupid cops I'll spark a spliff in my whip while yaw cruise the lots The music drops so this onslaughts for dudes who talk Rat me out without lyin they're outlinin you in chalk Who'da thought EzMoNeY'd go n spew it raw I can turn this picture I painted into a movie dawg..
Slick like Rick I'm sick As jigsaw with thick 6 inch scars Jack rip is at large And he has a female manikin Named Madison She needs surgery She wants to be a man again Enough shenanigans No time for panickin I crossed over to the dark side to speak to Anakin P He makes money these days selling opium And lives in a trailer park the same one obis in I spit well, I swallow sharks and I spit whales So when I use big puns You GETTIN big Ls Aw man I can see the envy Ever since I flowed like Dmx Ya ex DMed me I'm so magnificent Flow is ridiculous Dudes wanna get rich and die trying over 50 cent The masked messiah will slaughter you Break you down into a molecule I exhale fumes more toxic than rocket ships If your the face of rap that makes me the cosmetologist Call it Pangea drift the way I move the continents. The flow is synonymous to flawlessness Fuck the politics Used to be anonymous, now I'm prominent Used to be a recessive trait Now I'm dominant From an apartment to touring continents Out in Europe Boston and Compton I conquer ya consciousness Yall need to ketch up like condiments It's appearnt, your parents don't know what a condom meant It's triz one of gods promises
Listen to this beat, but careful dont fall asleep, cuz if you fall too deep, youll be considered mence meat, body heat, radiates the cold air meets, you in your bed room, its starts at the floor and at your feet, you hear a noise, and your heart miss's a beat, but it intrigues you, well yeah its kinda neat, so you walk out to the street, notice a man by a tree, seems out of place, stands about 6 feet, you approach him, what a lovely physique, but then you feel cold steal, see that man he was me
Before you walk inside remember it’s empty The house you lived in, is it your house can it be Let me just check the kennedy, ‘for I walk in tennesy The streets are dark, can you see, I see you don’t neither me Because I loom in the park, running around, they’re chasing me Stop me from parking the car, I drank a lot, Remember me we’re not going so far, is this the plot, where is the key They key is not far, A came across an enemy The sky is dark full of stars as we walk can you hear It feels like we’re walkin on mars, I feel to open a beer You look crazy because, You can hear it come near Im not the same as I was, Stereo shoved up to your ear 2016-05-03
Hollow inside, holla outside, somebody passes next to me by, hi and bye, resume to the point I got high never mind, I'm blind sometimes, but my vision is saturated with colors like I took dmt inject it in my arteries bloody atmosphere, everything so crispy but faded, when I stare at nothing is like a knife cuts my eyes double - bladed deeply inside, my cone cells drip down, my iris bleeding 'till my cornea turned into hole groove pupil diarrhea, i want to be unconcious, but lucidity haunts me and maybe i like, maybe i'll shit on it, trying to be the best but i can't as much as i pretend to be what i ain't, always in war with me, armistice won't pay it.
Toque o bit, insista na sua felicidade está triste, achou que não tinha capacidade não sairemos vivos dessa viagem louca abra mais á mente e feche mais á sua boca sómente uma palavra pra você sobreviver siga em frente sem querer prever oque há de vim se vai ser bom ou ruim pra voce pense nos outros..egoismo já faz parte do viver
shes crawlin, ballin.. she hears me callin, i just want to show you the water well, oops you fall in, I begin to giggle, the gun went off, guess the trigger has a tickle.. spot, my music box, plays louder as you become a white to a Red Sox, player, lets play dragon slayer, let me see your face & take a layer, of that clean skin, brin brin!! now I slice another body part without a care, without a worry, this is Space Jam & I am Bill Murray, put me up against the beasts, & i am one of them
