Idk Eminem that well, but when I first heard this from another video I thought he really remixed it, do you know the original song? This beat is definitely going to be better but still
I love how the verse actually fits the theme, rather than just slapping a random fast verse in like most people do. It feels like Eminem was actually on the song, and not just a remix.
1:23 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 70 or 300 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 cowboy
Even with the accolades in this comment section... no one will understand or fathom how disgustingly great lyrically Em is.... whoever you think is God of hip hop, emmenem is JESUS TO IT!
Disgustingly great is a good way to describe his lyrics. Majority of his stuff goes over peoples heads and they dont even realize, me included lol. Been an Em fan for over 12 years, heard every song hundreds of times and i STILL find new bars/metaphors i never caught before. Its absurd
I think Eminem should have had the last verse, the transition from eminem back to kendrick wasn't really good. I think if the song ended after eminem's verse it would have been better but overall a really cool remix 👍
Lyrics:- Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this D'USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know [Chorus] Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (Eninem) 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 cowboy Chorus Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) (Kendrick) Who that nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fucking up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
