Eminem - The Ringer Instrumental (Reprod. By Osva J) 

Dude I don’t give a f*** what anyone’s says this album was insane and ten times better than any other rapper out there

1.75x sounds like a different beat in a way

Let me explain just how to make greatness, straight out the gate...

The Ringer and Killshot both have that Horror theme to the beat. Killshot sounds like a remixed funeral song (which in a way is exactly what it was)

Impossible to smash in this beat without copying his flow :D

This just goes to show that when you really know how to rap, you don't need a fancy ass beat. Your lyrics should be what's praised.

He wasn't done... You're missing the last bit of the beat

Hearing these beats makes me understand EMiN&M on an intellectual level. I feel like I understand him more now than I ever have.

"No it's not,ITS A PEACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" great remix

Love the atmospheric vibes

this beat sends me outta space...and Em is killing it,,,probably one of the best Em's song for me..

This beat is sick

I love this beat. Ronny J and Eminem is an unexpected pairing, but a great one. This is a great recreation too.

This beat is beyond insane

This has to be my fav rap beat ever ngl. Gnarly af

"Shout out to all my colorblind people each and everyone of y'all if you call a fire engine green, aqua marine or think water is pink, dawg there's a date! Looks like an olive to me. Look there's an apple! "NO IT'S NOT IT'S A PEACH" Definetly my favorite verse

Smart making this beat. It’s not offbeat so it gives Eminem enough space to play around with flows

really calm and somehow depressing beat!

I love how the beat ends on the part he says “I’m not done” lmao

I love this beat straight 🔥

I'm pissed, you didn't finish the song man, I was rapping the lyrics until I'm not done!!! I'M NOT DONE!!! IT SAYS IT MANNNNNNN

This beat is sick man I dont know why but If this song had a video then a Horror typed video would have suited it

This bangs 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Eminem g.o.a.t :let me explain how to make it .Me:yo yes bro

Would love to rap on this by the way this is incredible work

"but saying I no longer got it...`

headphones with volume all the way up sounds sick

Yo I have come back after 3 years just to remind y’all how he RIPPED through this beat. He barely gave it time to breathe

If you rap along it ends at "I'm not done."

Someone PLEASE do a remix Freestyle to this beat!! Joyner I'm looking at you

Ugh I want to hear the O.G.beat with the Signatures in it!! Like the sound of people on a roller coaster N shit!🔥

Great job mate.

Em fucking killed this shit dude.

Nice work thanks you !

This is just insane

the people with 400+ liked comments are fucking tripping. this track is what made the song what it is.

I DON'T EVEN NOD TO THE BEAT!

I still can't believe this song even exists. Thank God Em hooked up with Illa.

I'll hit my 30s like a Freezing winter! NUFF SAID.

Wow, to rap so hard to this mellow beat is god-like. oh wait...Em-like*

Alguien aczino vs valles t y jaze.?

I like this music very much

I like this song.

This beat hott

for those who like uptempo..: 1.75 speed, max bass

Bro can u please make an instrumental of stepping stones Please man

Who said you can’t teach a old dog new tricks🤣

Goddamnn!! Em washed this beat. “took it to the cleaners!!!”

I like that instrumental becaus it's calme

[Verse] Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it 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 or 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 listenin' to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adiós 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 (Get it?) 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 killed 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, spelled) Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick With an ice pick, stick it in a vise 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 temps 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 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 (Oooouuu) 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, Igg' Azae' Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with bein' humble And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings 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 you're gonna do when you run into it? 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 actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned And you woulda bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'Cause you missed a lot 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 cease fire 'til at least all are deceased I'm east side, 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 everyone 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 Kang, 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 turning's Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin' 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, critiqued or worshipped 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 counseling 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

I was debating whether or not to comment because it was already on 420, but I just had to

Best one

Eminem first class first rapper in the world

I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist

THANK YOU

Eminem is the livest yuh

Ima crush this beat and make it big

Uh you don’t really wanna step to my team My eyes red only because I don’t use Visine An I ain’t looking for trouble on the high key But the faces of my demons still smiling Ima be a rapper for free although I’m still styling Battle rap rappers I’m still wilding Boy you un Protected Your bars dissected Your very selective Listen baby rappers better pull up the pampers My times been waisted that’s nothing to tamper Your still asking me a question I got an answer You really want beef want smoke with the boy Like caud I only search destroy I’m the one you best avoid You better practice combo I just explode I got a bomb flow Take taste of my palm hoe I’m certified el poncho I don’t think they know who they wrecking with But after I’m done they’ll sure respecting it Giving me clout like I was not exspecting this The kid flow be so Treacherous Deadly like the exorcist This rap shit I was ment for this how you gonna question it In hip hop I’m heading for the president Could a sworn that I was heaven sent Listen I don’t got much but hope That hopfully one day I’ll blow On my moms I know for this career I might go broke I put my time in this buisness it’s no joke They be signing all these rappers with no flow That emr label sucks Lowell yeah I know But I promise this an yeah I quote They goin die by this pencil an what I wrote You don’t wanna get shot up by the GI JOE That’s a snake eye your girl thick those some fake thighs Ima hit that bitch up on a late night An hit that G spot like a bulls eye Trust I don’t miss I got a hawk eye Leave you cock eyed Ima boss I never lost my Reputation your to whack to say shit One right hooks bad for your braces Fucking face it I load the chopper I aim if I fire off an you brainless no finger prints on my stainless I’m moving in slow I got patience I got head movement like Ali in the matrix There’s a title on my waiste an no Frazier goin take it I’m the chosen one at a spoken word I ain’t joking sir I put in work Call me Kenny the butcher I slice beef when it occurs I’ll meet on the beat in the street which ever you prefer Ima compete with the best get the respect I deserve The only difference between you an I is I observe I don’t run from the moment when the time occurs I’m not Absurd just a problem you refer As the monster of murdering rappers with verbals That sounds old like old nesquick curnals Yuh bitch just swallow all my kids after she gurgles

Permission to write to this? Love it bro

Aaaagr! ok you did great but man you left the last bit of the song that was fire.

1.5x 😏

Impossivel de adivinhar, O que o futuro me reserva, Mas eu vim pra ganhar, Porque perder enerva, Conserva tua atitude, Pa espalhar no mundo, Quero ficar em primeiro eu não meto fé pa tar em segundo, Dá me um segundo para dizer, Fuck pa todo hater,

Intro *Plane crashing* Yeah, yo, I’m just gonna write down My first thoughts, see where this takes me ’Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin’ face right now Yeah! [Verse] 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 of you 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 used 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 listenin’ 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, adiós 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 MC 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, 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 ballsack 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 passed 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 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.” (ooh-ooh) 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 (ooh-ooh) 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 (didn’t I think) 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 bein’ humble And rumor is, I’m hungry, I’m sure you heard bumblings 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 you’re gonna do? You run into it 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’ll better go get “Revival” But y’all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned, and you woulda 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 impeached, my enemies die, I don’t cease fire ‘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 everyone 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 turning’s makin’ it seem worthless It’s startin’ to defeat the purpose I’m watchin’ my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin’ 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

This was the greatest playboy carti album tbh

that snare like paper though

Let me explain just how to make greatness

Esse do eminem foi foda que repercussão da porra! Slim shady voltou.

Incredible beat bro do you think you can tell me the tempo of this beat??

Where did you get this background picture dude?

"Maybe I just need to stir up shitPreferably shake the world up if it were up to mePaul wants me to chill, y'all want me to illI should eat a pill, probably I will,Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to deathI breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breathPossibly I'm dead, I must be possessedLike an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L(evil, but spelled)"

Homie , u r a sqaure 1 a squirt gun, do not dare run cuz i spare non, now i juz cant quit son, wheres all that tough chat, everytime u bring ur Act tough raps....

The Ringer was the song everyone who Criticized Revival said “I fucked up” to

Here’s some bars but I don’t consent to them being used since they are already copyrighted: The last couple of years have brought out the darkness from within. I wrote a plethora of diss tracks towards people and committed an unforgivable sin. In my defense I was going through a rough time which still doesn’t make it right so now I’m seeking forgiveness from the Holy Ghost since I was wrong and did it while the devil bore a grin. I admit that they were awful mistakes to commit in the first place but if I was to tell a shrink what I did then he would have me sent to a looney bin. He’d most likely be like ‘’Ryan Nichols come again?’’ He would also say “ Young man you’re so fucking insane for doing that;I want you to put your focus on other hobbies that doesn’t make you do such things since you’re just really upset that you got dumped months ago so I suggest learning to play the mandolin.” “ I would also say if you were old enough then just chill the fuck out, have a smoke and sip from a glass of tonic and gin.” “ Here’s the thing doc, I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to smoke since I’m most likely the healthiest 19 year old that you’ve ever met so no thanks on those couple of things, I’d rather go to a farm and just peel off some potato skin.” “ Why would I want to do those things that could turn into some serious habits that would be hard to kick and besides they would make me lose and not win?”

Off The Hook Been amazing since the fall of Satan, I’m hating the call to greatness… Now I’m awakened, hearing this fake man feeling forsaken. Where are the statements in all your creations?! What does it take to make you say brave shit? Not to just take risk because you became rich. Too many songs about insane quips Long topics revolved around the same bitch The thing that’s aching is the thesis doesn’t give me reason to ease up the ascent taken. I’m waiting… Get away from complacent and take chance. Punch history in the face and make dents. And make them see positivity in you that’s not ruled by contention… Because you believe you’re a rap god, but… The only thing that’s hard is seeing the difference between you and all these fools with facades. It may seem odd, but can I be honest? When your content is without context you’re flat out saying F the track but “B” sharp in your bars enharmonics are in your rap and that is the key to get more in a chord and take note. So get the picture like Moe’s art, but no… You rather be a cyst with lyrics, I’m a lyricist that rather be leered for lyrics that help cope or be revered for the hope I wrote. No I’m not a star… I’m a starter. My forefathers took this shit farther and watched us walk with few metaphors, you took the shit far from Source, and now it’s deformed. But that’s our fault… Without the sun there is no Shade areas to run... But inferior is inferior in fear of us even when it swears to appear in theory of a superior. There’s no nearing us … We are the ones and then some. It’s dumb to be witty without saying anything to learn from. - I.N.K. 2018

Try to do stepping stone, that would be dope!

🔥🔥🔥🔥

yooo this is amazing bro. How did you do that 808 to sound like that at the end of each 4 bars?

🔥🔥🔥

How much bpm is this instrumental?

who...your little synth hit every now and then is not even close, it like 2 octaves too low and just a square wave.....no background sound fx...other than that, the major stuff sounds great!

The ringer Kick shit like fifa Hit list change better watch the meter Spit writtens heat you up like a fever I'll risk it if it means I gotta speak up Sin quick if I really gotta reason Act like a bitch get leashed watch you freeze up Better stay up because my team keep you on your feet like ballerinas We eat up, you tea cups better team up, that's the only way you beat us, we re-up can't see us like Cena, arenas filled with people who need us, they fiending, for each line ive conceived of, i wreak of every achievement I dreamed of, still haven't got to my peak but, I speak like I'm a seasoned vet, I leave them impressed, I seek my death, I leak my life with every breath, weakness In my sight I'll leave them dead,

Ay if I make a remix to this song can I use this beat? Is it possible to get stems?

The Ringer!!!!!!

Very simple to make

i hate when im singing n out of nowhere get lost in the flow

hey could i rap on this beat? i love the way it sounds, I would love to spit some on it. I'd be willing to send you what I write on it?

Yo goddamn never gonna bring me down I'll throw those hands when I swing around only mother fucker you'll think about Dream about How you wanna be me Never gonna be me Better get a Fifi Never gonna be Where we be Up on the TV Up on the billboard Know that I kill more Fuckin everybody till They real sore, My level what ya gotta get on Never gonna get it if ya never live wrong Gotta keep it together Whenever they tell me Its never what I been on Life hits hard But I can't Go back Lookin at myself through broken glass guess I gotta flow n rap And wait for the day That smoke'll pass Thinkin bout goals I gotta go n grab

This shit to sick

Im just eapping Ems whole song. Fuk what i have to say

Is there any way to remove the bass? Love the dark and almost chill vibe this beat has good thinking tune.

uhhh I'm starting this shit sick

Only em can make this beat sound better dang em you so good bruh

last week an ex fan

I mumble to that

Not bad. Forgot the bit of techno jazz or w.e. towards the last like minute but pretty dope

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 of you 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 listenin' t-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 ballsack 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 will never 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 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." (ooh-ooh) 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 (ooh-ooh) 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 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 bumblings 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? Where you runnin' to? 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 impeached, 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 them 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 tryin' 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

Can I use this for a Em autograph unboxing video?

This could be a N64 or Xbox game like Golden Eye or XIII's music. Or Mario 64's Hazy Maze Cave's music. Kinda gloomy, cool and recognizable but still discrete.

[Intro] *Plane crash* Yeah (Illa) 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 0:15 [Verse] Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it 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 or 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 listenin' to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós 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 (Get it?) 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 killed 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, spelled) Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick With an ice pick, stick it in a vise 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 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 (Oooouuu) I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the fuckin' industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing) So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae' Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with bein' 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 you're gonna do when you run into it? 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 actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned And you woulda bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'Cause you missed a 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 cease fire 'til at least all are deceased I'm east side, 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 everyone 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 turning's Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin' 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, critiqued or worshipped 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 eatin' a penis 'Cause they been pannin' my album to death So I been givin' the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counseling 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

Sick beat brother, mind if I use this just for a song? Probably just post it on twitter, I'll give you shout out. Let me know ASAP please !