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Nightmares Lyrics
Well..
what I experience when I hit the blessin
Cuz this is serious, we will kill your best friend
like no other being, spit awkward morbid shit
Lights what you see, keep walkin towards it
Web Entertainment, Im gon get famous with a
from arrogance, David forgot whats in this
I love eatin, livin, eatin, and breathin
Dumb bitch for repeatin the things that she did
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY
Armed and dangerous, AKs turn your brains to mosh
Mix my weed with angel dust, feds label us notorious
Van Dyke nigga that love to bust. You laid to us
That nigga thats baggin and tacklin
Coming with strings and violins
That violent shit
On them beds we lyin in
We like to sin
High off speed and nitrogen
So much dope, its toxic shit
You try to go to sleep - oh not again
I wouldnt snooze if I was you
You know what Gordy gon do to you
King of these dreams since 92
Look at all the hell Ive took him through
Cant lay down cuz you know who
Comes right in and haunting you
Really wanna know what death like? Well, Im the nigga to fuck wit
You niggas cant bust clips me and Fat Killahz love the dumb
Shit
Fuck this shit, grab the AK
All the intentions to hit your face
Hit your waist, grab your shit
Peel this gat, spatter quick
I dont think you wanna fight, son
Blood will spill all of the night, punk
All these hoes, I have to hit once
Crack or blow, you got to try one
Got ten blunts, I got to light one
So what you gonna do, get high or what?
Dont let me fall asleep
Gordy will come for me
He shows up in all my dreams
Chasin and hauntin me
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!
Burn up the stage with high adrenaline
That purple haze, go cop some switches then
Son his ass, punch him by his ear lobes
Cut his ass, gut him right in here yo
Dont let your parents know you blow crack again
Got you sellin your soap mouth and ass again
with these hot rhymes that I allure
Your not inside, but Im in yours
Dont let me fall asleep
Gordy will come for me
He shows up in all my dreams
Chasin and hauntin me
Dont let me fall asleep
Gordy will come for me
He shows up in all my dreams
Chasin and hauntin me
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!
You cant stay awake. You hate the way you think
You blaze and blaze for days
You contemplating ways to put 38s to brains
Look who I made insane. Move and I break you frame
Im gruesome with hand grenades
You choose to shoot thangs and thangs
We lootin you, take your chain
We touch you with crazy gangs
Well do you like candid AIDs
Well screw you till man its made
Do you till man has sprayed
We stupid with foolish face
Illusions hallucinate
Coming with nuisance fades.
I cant complain, just the usual paper chase
Spit fluid, amazing statements
With music that bangs the pavement
How can take the pain like sewage for stinkin basements
Your food is tastin tainted
Your crew, they be the greatest?
Is it true, they cant be faded?
If its true, I came to spray them, slangin tomatoes
We knew that you lay awake
You can not be saved
From a voodoo playing with Satan
The usual crazy patient
Dont let me fall asleep
Gordy will come for me
He shows up in all my dreams
Chasin and hauntin me
Dont let me fall asleep
Gordy will come for me
He shows up in all my dreams
Chasin and hauntin me
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!
Yo, I dont think they heard me the first time dog... HIT EM AGAIN!
what I experience when I hit the blessin
Cuz this is serious, we will kill your best friend
like no other being, spit awkward morbid shit
Lights what you see, keep walkin towards it
Web Entertainment, Im gon get famous with a
from arrogance, David forgot whats in this
I love eatin, livin, eatin, and breathin
Dumb bitch for repeatin the things that she did
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!
GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY! GORDY!Embed |
Roman’s Revenge Lyrics
I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin
Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin
So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it aint got medicine
I got bars, sentencin
Im a bad bitch, Im a cunt
And Ill kick that ho, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, Im in the front
You need a job, this aint cuttin it
Nicki Minaj is who you aint fuckin with
You lil Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know its tough
But enough is enough
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, I eat your face off
You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake-off
I love Nickis curves, swing at the baseball
Err, Ill beat your brakes off
Hi, Im Tune, salt in the wound
Im up in this bitch, pardon the goons
Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom
I like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon
I got money and the power, a woman in the shower
And she dont want nothing but my Johnson, Howard
Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet, sweet and sour
Youre scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible
Ah, I dont know what yall on
Please, I go in like Goin
Drink in my hand with the world in the other
The Uzi go Brr, stutter
Life is a puzzle, jigsaw
All I do is win, my name should be Victor
Old-ass rappers
Im still the shit, old-ass Pampers
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin
I was just dumpin my ashes, Ima puff it and pass it
Im a fuckin assassin, you should jump in the casket
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
I aint into S&M, but my whips off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin pencil for a frame
You dont like it, then peel off, bitch
Every last woman on Earth Ill kill off
And I still wouldnt fuck you, slut
So wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God Ill piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollering, Why, God?
He aint got shit to do with it
Bygonesll never be bygones
The world aint finished swallowing my wad
I aint finished blowing it, nice bra
Hope itll fit a tough titty, bitch, lifes hard
I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin face and called me a fuckin tightwad
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
And caught her stealing my music
So I tied her arms and legs to the bed
Set up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod
The moral to the story is lifes treating you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God
Its Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
But dont ask why, bitch, ask why not?
The world-world is my punching bag and
If Im garbage, youre a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they mustve bumped your wagon
You mustve went off the back, Im bout to go off the deep end
Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic
Is this the thanks that I get for puttin you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Shouldve sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now Ima wrap your coffin with a bow
Nicki, shes just mad cause you took the spot
Word, that bitch mad cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you aint shittin, then get off the pot
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn thatll off your top
I hear the mumblin, I hear the cacklin
I got em scared, shook, panickin
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a standstill, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
Im the motherfuckin boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my niggas gettin buck, overbite
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis
Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bitches callin me Manning, Eli
Manning, Eli, these bitches callin me Manning, Eli
All you lil faggots can suck it
No homo, but Ima stick it to em like refrigerator magnets
And Im crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
Yeah, look whos back again, bitch, keep acting as if
You have the same passion I have, yeah, right
Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass
Aint hot enough to set fire to dry grass
And bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash
Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin balcony
Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nickis worlds clash
Its high class meets white trash
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
𝐀𝐢𝐲𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫!
𝐇𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚!
Nicki!!! How you gon take my hot line and make it a hot song
Like I aint posed to come and step on this shit like King Kong!!!
See as a child I was born with a old soul
See I would breathe heavy flame would shoot out of my nose hole
HAAAAAAAA RRRAAHHHHHH!!! Too much shitty diapers
Love to play with matches and drink all the fluid out of lighters
From when I was a child I know that most of yall was triddash
I dig in my nose and wipe the biggest BOOGER on your bitch asssssss!!!!
Using your head like fuck what the Lord said
Slightly demented with a permanent wrinkle in my forehead
Boars Head beef bitch if you want it then peep lane
Murder niggas with the fire then bounce to a Heat game
Tie you up like bikes to a rail in with a little cheap chain
And Ill comfortably hang you from the side of the building
So niggas see your bitch ass is LAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMEEEE!!!!
Aiyyo what you cut it off for? Dont you see what Im doin to this?!
Posed to know how Im directing these flicks
The question everywhere is You getting on the remix?
Cause this is something that I fathered and mastered
And plastered til they started calling me sick bastard
Im drastic when it comes to reminding niggas whos responsible for the classics
And I burn a hole in the street like a nigga was acid
Everytime I jump on the beat see the shit will get drastic
While you getting yo ass kicked
Like a kick and a punch slap and two chops
Kinda like pong ping baduf baf beat him until he thinkin he 2Pac
Mi broke mi ting leave a few match
Rope him and then drag him a few blocks
Uh! Uh! Uh! The muscle of the street
Pardon me UH! Shuffling the beat nigga!!!
UH! Take a elbow, Im scuffling to eat
Like a nigga that was grinding and was hustling for weeks
So I rushed and rushed, then I blacked
Then I came through and I gave the streets crack
Controlling the functions throughout the steer
EVERYBODY PUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HANDS IN THE AIR!!!
I do the type of shit that niggas cant imagine
You know Im one of the nicest and I aint bragging
I make em all surrender til they see white flags
And they recognize Im the original dungeon dragon
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your shitty drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this and Ill twist you to a turban
And have you smelling rank like some old stale urine
GONE!!!!
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Joell Ortiz...
Yao, wa...
Holla!
Roar, roar, like a Brooklyn lion
Flow got good hearin, deaf defyin
Anybody thought that theyre actually wildin
I kill the bad man like Dexter, stylin!
Razor under me tongue, for extra smilin
Laser under me gun, no lesson firin
Nike stock room, yeah the checks is pilin
Im getting my green up like Rex-y Ryan
Once I chitter-chattered on the track your little blabber didnt matter
Sped your flow up I did it faster
Made it slow up like a appli -- cation
Download on a old PC without a camera
You edible Im so incredible, Bruce Banner
Hang it up fresh nail and a hammer
Soft way and you cant fuck with Joell Banners
You a flush Im Full House Michelle Tanner
Never floss for my 6 got a ho scanner
Im out here spinnin a wheel tryna bone banners
Spit ill, so throat cancer
Im grindin why you whinin? Pole dancer
Hip-hop is my boo Im a romance her
Wear it out, rub her feet when her toes cramp up
Even though I know you have no chance to
Hit it, here go the digits, no answer
Grab life by the horns I got both antlers
Giddy-up, pretty buck, nope dont scamper
Take this dick, embrace the tip
Steak that drips protein, mommy taste a sip
Im on my A game when Im on my basic shit
Only time I get a F is when I lace the whip
With gas, yall trash my god Im nice
So raw, raw, no condom, twice
Yao, wa
I am not Nicki; I am away... I ride along with my eye on the lane
You aint about shit, bitch, you lie in your lane
You bitches cant see me?? Put your eye in the frame
Yes, yes, put your eye in the frame... You bitches cant see me?? Put your eye in the frame
My fucking zookeeper got a lion to tame; got money on my mind like Im buying a brain
You bitches aint finna fight me with your ribby raps...
New Era, New Era, fifty cap... Im on your head but i aint so Im tracks in
Im bussin shots but I aint got the vaccine
My name New Era but you dont want the beef bitch; Im in the front... prefix
I got bars, you got the bun Reeses. Imma bad bitch, and unleashes Bars KitKat... Get lost out the sack, nigga mish mash...
Mash mish, clack click, click clack on my gun to a rat bitch!
I cock back when i aim, bring a chicken home. I got stripes but I aint one to pick it on
My name New Era, I said that, you hear that... Yeah, its my turnnn, cable box
Yes, yes, Im the west get your pockets out. I got the gang, click clack imma knock this out. I mean, imma lock you out and you out
And pockets so big that a baby cant root out
I copped so much like I brang the boys and loot out...
I blew out your birthday candle and made a wish and i stand for on the green... Bacon bits
Im the best, go ahead; make a diss
Mark said, Get ready, motherfucker, she aint ready coz she stuck like spaghetti motherfucker, a machete motherfucker coz this is a cut... Bitches always test me like I piss in a cup, yup
Keep it 100, i can see no bitch... I got the game on lock, take your feet off it. I got the game on lock, and ur man on lock; I aint got time coz there aint no clock
Best friend left me and im gonna need me a nigga with a attitude but no, i aint easy. Aint no E and my flow is allergic... Get your shit together, bitch, merging. Im killing bitches urgent! Please call 911, its like Im losing my mind but my mind done won!
Im crazy, Im crazy, so dont fuck wid her, Im a badder bitch than a fucking pop litter. Its the chain blown hair and middle name Karen but i aint ever caring...
New pair of shorts, but the bottom of the box bitch, Im at the bottom of top bitch, Ill never stop, Imma cry until I touch the fucking limit, Imma cry to trend so I find another limit, the nickname the name that make your boyfriend drink it up. Im the shit, I know I stink it up. I know, I bring it up, all the time, how I rhyme nice... He dont see no cheese - 3 Blind Mice, hes a deaf rat, a fucking rodent... You bitches couldnt keep up, you shouldve tuck and wrote it! I shouldve fucking wrote it, then maybe you could rhyme good... Nevermind, you cant even say my rhyme good
Im good, how are you doing? It aint me being jealous, so how are you suing?
Hey
Dungeon dragon, such a pretty flow, beauty pageant 2012, just imagine... All these Heat fans, bandwagon, this is fuckery, half of these niggas, they just dont even fuck with me. You stuck with me coz I aint going nowhere till you me
You suffering. I am forever in your speaker... Next time, my niggas and shout out to L.A . You carrying yourself like, Ill probably get on a feature
Ill beat ya like your daddy and his leather belt! Im going ham on a track, Nixie, beat it up Whitney. Are you with me honey? I never smoke, but i say, Hi, hippie Yippee - kai yay, Kanye, swag with a far day... Pardon me, Im such an asshole... I got the game on choke and I aint ever ever letting go! I am a motherfucking animal, stampeding on a beach, Jumanji, geronimo... Catapult like I come from New Ginuea, fuck these niggas and count them pennies!
meatlovers, Dennys... Call me South Park in the beat, Kenny. Black sheep, black sheep but never get no love, I guess I dont feel like O.J in the club! Im tryna get a deal like a 2-piece in a bun but they dont even look or they hear where Im from... Promise this the last time I get no respect, regret your neglect... Seans up next, welcome to the life of a jet
I am better, a hand of the 27th letter, regardless of the weather, i stay so fly... Nigga, hand me my feathers
I love 9 mudda sucker
Look...
So outside my medula; just took my watch outside the cooler, you are now tuned in to the muler, go hard for the A like a schooler. Alumni the gang, I should tat it...
Grab the beat, put on the mask and stab it. Spazzing off, then pardon, its a habit - Flows silly, I mustve forgot my tablets!
All of my fingers be down except for the middle one... They dont be taking about money, I aint hearing none; to get on my level, man, you gone need some helium and you
Im killing them, body bag... Cuff yo chick if her body bad. You get on a record and you loud again, I hop on a beat and kamikaze that
You could probably find me where your hubby at, if I get it, you wont get your hubby back. She hit me up on Twitter; tell me follow back, I had and now she dont know how to act
Uh... Its the Alumni, dumb, fly beats get hung high - Stupid in the booth, call me Young Im chilling with Kid Ink, dumb high. He in the building when you hear, Roller
Chilling beats got the crowd going nuts... You can smell the money when were showing up Call it Duece Gang, throw it up!
Throw it up
I said, throw it up
Oh, its just me... And Mary Jane, walking round this bitch like Jessie J - You already know the name, check the tattoo. Looking for a cheque, make... Chess move
Getting money, yall under broke , never want the truth - under oath... Chest out, head up like a bloody nose; cant fuck with me, you bloody hoes!
Do it big, troll, i can see right through you - Ghost bout to sacrifice you, niggas ghost, I got the juice taking ghost. Now Im married to the game, she my fiancé and my bitch get money like Beyoncé... Got that show you how to kick it - Mr. Miyagi!
This shits childs play - Chucky... I slay the beat, like Buffy. 2 down in the front - buck teeth... Its going Humpty Dumpty, Im flier than Alumni, yeah, we scare the freshman. Cheap nigga pay yall no attention... Tryna find my immortal like Evanescence!
I be in the hood like chop shops , yeah I just squares like hopscotch; roll up, blow kush to the ozone, Gucci on my face, snow cone... Brr, cool motherfucker got a problem, you can kiss my school pucker
See the flashing like zoom shutter; I made a mess of the beat - clutter... Motherfucker
Im out... BITCH!Embed |
Monster Lyrics
Im friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin’ your breath
And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars cant be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
For wantin my cake, and eat it too, and wantin it both ways
Fame made me a balloon ‘cause my ego inflated
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
‘Cause all I wanted to dos be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
It was like winnin a used mink
Ironic ‘cause I think I’m gettin’ so huge I need a shrink
Im beginnin’ to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Goin coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
But Im actually weirder than you think, ‘cause Im—
I’m friends with the monster thats under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
Well, thats nothin
Well, thats nothin
Now, I aint much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
And dont squander it ‘cause you never know when it all
Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, ponderinll do you wonders, no wonder
Youre losin your mind, the way it wanders
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
‘Cause the very thing that I loves killin me and I cant conquer it
My OCDs conkin me in the head, keep knockin
Nobodys home, Im sleepwalkin
Im just relayin what the voice in my heads sayin
Dont shoot the messenger, Im just friends with the—
Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
Well, thats nothin
Well, thats nothin
I am nuts for real, but Im okay with that
Its nothin, Im still friends with the monster
Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
Well, thats nothin
Well, thats nothin
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Lose Yourself LyricsHis palms are sweaty
Knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already
Moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface..Embed |
Ask About Me Lyrics
Riding in, yeah
My name Ca$his, yall
Im bout to tell you bout me
And if you dont know, ask about the real nigga
I been walking the block, letting the vent blow
Serving johns and janes so I can get dope
See me riding, smoke fill up my windows
Im leaned back in my seat, holding my pistol
Every beef on the street is now official
You never know when to jump but we said get you
Im tryna make me a quarter mill of crystal
And you dont know the life that I live for
For a bill and a half I wouldve killed you
Before a G, your home boys get hit, too
Im a G which every case I get closed
No seeing the place you wanna flip through
You hear the way a nigga MC but not sure if I come from the street
Ask about me, about me
I move bundles of D who got the best dope in OC
Ask about me, about me
You know my family tree but not sure if the G is in me
Ask about me
I hear you hating on me cause you niggas aint fucking with me
Ask about me
Im contemplating on getting paper, so many hate
Why he screaming out, Shady and everything hes saying
Thats my family, my choice of affiliation
Coincide with me, repping the gangsta nation
Im a cynical mad man, Im innovation
Hit the studio, you hear me, Im pistol waving
My word spilled enough, got plenty niggas waiting
Listen and quoting every line that the nigga saying
Disrespecting my name, you in violation
That only make me prove every word Im saying
I took the effort and hustle that I put in the banging
Put it to rhyme in a lyrical form of euthanasia
In a song or two you see that Im a savior
Im resurrecting the real niggas thats getting paper
You hear the way a nigga MC but not sure if I come from the street
Ask about me, about me
I move bundles of D who got the best dope in OC
Ask about me, about me
You know my family tree but not sure if the G is in me
Ask about me
I hear you hating on me cause you niggas aint fucking with me
Ask about me
Im spending, burning duchess, Im goony, drinking
Thinking of getting out the gang like 54
He a rapper from Orange County, he know the truth
I bet you niggas wouldnt say that if you knew me
I can rap about driving slowly through lonely places
This how I leave but sucker niggas tryna shoot me
We aint got to talk about how my bitches doing
Club night contest, see who get to do me
Im sitting at the wheel, hitting 85 shortly
I hope the road move the same way that Im moving
We at the end of the ride and now you niggas know
About Ca$his and how Ca$his is gonna blow
You hear the way a nigga MC but not sure if I come from the street
Ask about me, about me
I move bundles of D who got the best dope in OC
Ask about me, about me
You know my family tree but not sure if the G is in me
Ask about me
I hear you hating on me cause you niggas aint fucking with me
Ask about me
If you dont know I am, Im Ca$his
Rewind the track, play it again
Im a winner, niggaEmbed |
If I Get Locked Up Lyrics
Kontrol, kontrol, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2
Yea yea yeah Dre burada, ne olduğunu biliyorsunuz
Bu beklediğiniz şey Funk Master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records sunar bebeğim
Yo, Eminem göster şunlara gününü bebeğim
Eskiden yalnız bir adamdım ve sinirliydim ta ki milyon dolar kazanana kadar
Eğer bir saçım olsaydı
Ambulans onu kurtarmak için geç kalmadan
2Pac’ın göğsüne saplanan mermiden daha hızlı çekerdim
Tekrardan geliştirmeye çalışıyorum, o bir kazaydı
Amsterdam’da sırtımı bir hayranıma yasladım sonrada yaralandım
Deli gömleğinden nefret ediyorum, kitlenmiyor
Elimi pantolonumun cebine zımbaladılar
Hücre sanki benden önce kullanılmış gibi
Ama beni yinede içeri tıktılar
Başım çatlıyor, kendimi ilaçlara verdim
Fakat bu ilacın beni yatıştırması çok vakit alıyor.
Her neyse Dre’yleyim
Glock’un bana nasıl kullanıldığını öğreten adam
Sen hala annenin memesini emerken
Sokaklarda bir sağa bir sola ‘’Polisleri sikeyim!’’ diye koşturuyor
Colorado’dan sonra rol model oldum
Şimdi yapmaları gereken tek şey beni takip etmek ve takdir etmek
Orospumu sokak ortasında yumrukluyorum ve çocuklarımı pataklıyorum
Sikimi yala orospu
Bir adamın suratını dağıtabilecek kadar deliyim ama yapmıyorum
Çünkü büyük ihtimal onun yerinde olmak isteyeceksiniz
Fake 2pac imajınla içine bir çorap koy
Siz ibneler sıkı değilsiniz, sadece sarhoş olduktan sonra konuşkan oluyorsunuz
Büyük ihtimalle konuşan en tuhaf alkoliğim
Arka cebinde merdiven taşıyan bir cüce gibi yürüyorum
Beni evinin çevresinde tökezlerken yada mırıldanırken görürsen
Aynı sarhoş amcamın yaptığı gibi
Bil ki çakır keyif değilim, uçuyorum
Uçurtma gibi uçabiliyorken
Neden uyuşturucuya ihtiyaç duyayım ki?
Slim Shady, orospu çocuğu!
[Nakarat}
Dr. Dre
Acayip sarhoşum
Eğer bu akşam tutuklanırsam
Zaman bu akşam eve dönemeyebilirim
Devam et, aç kapat. Eminem burada
Kapat, aç. Dre burada
Eğer bu akşam tutuklanırsam
O zaman bu akşam eve dönemeyebilirim
Devam et, aç kapat. Eminem burada
Kapat, aç. Dre burada
Tüm dünya bir lastik gibi dönebilir ve oturabilir
Ben bir kızı saç maşasıyla ateşe veriyorum
Deli, şaka yapıyorum İsa aşkına
Sakın sinirleneyim deme
Çünkü ben sokağa çıktım ve 6 kıza tecavüz ettim
Bazı insanlar anlamıyor, ama bunun beni mutsuz etmesine izin vermiyorum
Çünkü onlar bir şey bilmiyor
Onlar bıkkın olmanın ne demek olduğunu anlamıyor
Ve sen çok sıktın, düştüğünde bir daha kalkamayacaksın
Benim aklım kendi aklına sahip, bazen onu evde bulamıyorum
Fırında saklanıyor.
Siktir et, beynin hakkında konuşmak çılgınca
Benimki hala 480 derecelik fırının içinde
Hailie Jade, baban seni seviyor bebeğim
Bana kızımı nasıl yetiştireceğimi öğretme, sikiyim seni
Siz eleştirmenler eleştirmek istiyorsunuz ama göremiyorsunuz
Bireyler bir suçlu gözüyle yaşıyor
Büyüdüğüm mahallede bir hiç uğruna ölebilirsin
Ve Dirty Dozen beni izliyor o yüzden bir şeyler yapmayı deneyin
Bir adamın ağzını yara bandıyla kapatıp tecavüz edeceğim ve
Kafasını havalandırma pervanesine sokacağım
Bana ne söyleyebileceğimi yada ne söyleyemeyeceğimi söyleme
Yada bu albümü kimin aldığını önemsiyormuşum gibi
Benden hayran kitlemin yaş aralığından ötürü değişmemi isteme
Siktir et alma, yorgunum orospu, gitmek için gün sayıyorum
Hiphop artık evrensel ve bir marka
Bu sanki bir sirk gibi ve palyaçolar ipin üstünde
Beyaz çocuklar bunu seviyor ve fazlasını istiyorlar
Ama benim mikrofonu elime almam gecenin sessizleşmesi gibi
Yada bir aldatmaca gibi, işte bu yüzden duruşumu koruyorum
Onunla uyumaya gidiyorum ve öğlenden sonra onunla birlikte uyanıyorum
Yargılanmaktan artık bıktım, bana yargıcı gösterin
Ona 3 yaşından beri işlediğim tüm cinayetleri itiraf edeceğim
Eğer bu akşam tutuklanırsam
O zaman bu akşam eve dönemeyebilirim
Devam et, aç kapat. Eminem burada
Kapat, aç. Dre burada
Shady 3.06Embed |
Lose Yourself Lyrics
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already: Moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out
Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now
The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow!
Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope
There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont
Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows
His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope
He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
You better go capture this moment and hope it dont
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardoms
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water
These hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to-
Five and I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers
And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, its gettin even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys
Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option—failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trailers got
To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot
So here I go, its my shot: feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
And you can do anything you put your mind to
Everyone give it up for Louden Swain!Embed |
Medicine Man Lyrics
Dont let me find out, the bitch in you
Dont let me find out, the snitch in you
Fame and fortune, its not your forte
Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay
Doctors orders: go fuck yourself
Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself
Doctors orders...
Listen, this is my evaluation
This shit over saturated, yall can get evacuated
Kids sipping Actavis and they aint even activated
Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating
Aint nobody graduating
Dont nobody love this shit the way I love it
Thats why I gotta hate it
Everybody out for fame, that aint no exaggeration
Damn Im getting aggravated, fuck, Im getting agitated
Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools
The police got our name in all they databases
Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two
Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages
Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on?
These niggas in tight shit, Im in the fucking Matrix
Its looking like a sign of the revelation
Bout time of the return of the fuckin greatest
I got all these patients man
How come they aint patient with me?
They just think I want the money, why?
When I cant take it with me
Yall dont do it for the love, for the love not
They gon find out who you are, just admit fore you get admitted
Say, what you living about, fuck you gon tell me
Do you remember where you started out though
You looking lost now
Fake it til you make it, take your little paper book
When you look in the mirror your credibility’s gone now
Id rather be hated on for who I am
Than to be loved for who Im not, thats word to Doc
Fame and fortune, its not your forte
Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay
Doctors orders: go fuck yourself
Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself
If its my time then Ill tell you when its yours
But before that dont step to me, cause thatll mean your a whore
And I dont mean to be bored, but I dont give a fuck what you say about my decor
So get the fuck off my shore, and Ill show you what it means to be lord
You see these bitches think that they can control
But they dont realize who the fuck theyre dealing with so they just preform
I dont think they know, and if they really flow then Ill have to show them the form
And theyll get all fucking deformed
Then Ill show them whos boss, and its not Ricky Ross
You want to, go up in it and then show out and blow it
You got to, come out with the blow out and go out with a showdown
You needa pick up the phone and call the docs rock when the hot lock comes and the Hawks cock
Cocks the gun and socks the run and some will hate the rhythm that I have brung, so bring the damn rum and dont be a motherfuckin bum
Showing you the way of life and it wont be nothing but a fife
You get in then get out dont do nothing else cause its just a spout and small like sour like the crout
And when the flow gets cold remember that its gold and old
Just dont give it a small fold
You see the way I will go is in a slow but fast way and the castaways will go show and blow off the fuckers that know that they aint shit when it comes to the game of rap and tap and motherfuckin slap the cap
All these suckers think that we fuckers but the news that you dont know is that you the pluckers and we the ones that make you suffer
So all the quickest and sickest spitting sitters and sinners come slither, slip, slide and glide and make their way to the Clyde and cynical cyanide filled bitches and snitches go and motherfuckin die
All these patients and patent protection rapping pair of partners come and say fuck your new rap song but I say back fuck your company and all that reside to fly and die like my pie for a lie
But you dont know the sound that I bring and the clowning pound of the mound when minority goes and stands out
Im tired of all of the motherfuckin fake ass Doctors so get off my chest and you just might become a Procter
All I need is a scope and the hope that stands with the pope will soak in blood because the tamed were never ready for the...
Fame and fortune, its not your forte
Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay
Doctors orders: go fuck yourself
Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself
Doctors orders...
Doctors orders...Embed |
Funk Flex Interlude Lyrics
Ayo, wassup, yall?
Funkmaster Flex here
MTV News doin it big, dawg
Pitbull style, nah mean?
You know how we get down
22 million inch rims
Yall aint sittin on DUBs, you sittin on hubs, nah mean?
Now, theres a lot of talk in the streets right now about this cat named Obie Trice
So we decided to ask some of the other big dawg pitbull chihuahua doberman pinscher big dawg cat dawgs in the game
How they felt about my mans
Yo, this Busta Bus
Yo, Du- Duke is crazy, son
Du- Duke, he wilin
Hes cra- crazy nice, Du- Duke is crazy nice, son
Thats all I gots to say, man
Thats all I gots to say
Yo, this ya big homie Snoop D-O-double Gizzle
O-Trizzle off the hizzle
Foshizzle, ya lil bizzle
Yo, wassup? Its Dr. Dre
Hell yeah Im feelin Obie
His shit sound dead right
Ayo, wassup? Its the kid 50 Cent, nah mean?
Obie Trice, Shady Records, we boutta put it down, ya heard me?
We on fire right now
Hahahaha
Ayo, its ya boy Young Hov
Obie Trice, uh
Holla at ya boy
Yo, this is Canibus, the rhyme analyst
I aint feelin Obie Trice, I hope he gets covered and smothered in tarantulas
Before metaphors were reservoir dogs
Before Christ was hung on the cross
Before in y-
gunshots
Fuck outta hereEmbed |
Like Dat Lyrics
Yeah! Haha!
Sounds like somethin, you know what Im talkin about
Ay, ay, ay, I come up in there, yeah, haha!
I love when you do it like that, girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl
The way you move, I just dont know how to act, girl
Youre looking good, Im tryna beat out your back, girl
Its like this and like that and like this and, uh
Hit a spot then leave you witcha bitch and, uh
White tee, two Glocks, no bandanna
This aint what you used to, its Statlanta
I so ran low, slide down the strip slow
Erywhere ya folk go, they yellin out Stat Quo
Right up the strip that the street niggas fiend for
The A-bambino, GMM-nino, never been faded
You hate it, I made it, the hoods, the ladies
Your rims, I dated, so get some new ones
My dues, I payed it, Im rated number one, bitch
All throughout the world, girls lovin my shit
Baby, slow down, I know you lovin that dick
But Stats a bachelor, cant be with one chick
Yeah, you gettin bread but you aint stackin like this
I go to the bank, they know me by my first name, biatch
I love when you do it like that, girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl
The way you move, I just dont know how to act, girl
Youre looking good, Im tryna beat out your back, girl
I love when you do it like that, girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl
The way you move, I just dont know how to act, girl
Youre looking good, Im tryna beat out your back, girl
Yeah, break it down, gon now, do it now, break it down
Gon now, do it now, break-it-down, gon now, break-it-down
Gon now
You bout to bare witness to the sickest motherfucker there is
Lotta dope in the hole, baby, thats how I live
Fuck a mil, time is rough, I needs a billion
Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin
I spit for the had not crooks and chillins
Wont quit till my cash flows through the ceilin
Your cars get bored of me, your boy is dealin
Money on my mind, I got no time for chillin
I be at where the Gs at, big bread, lotta head
Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
Blast ya off the map, but it bam, bam
Im born in zone three, lil homeboy be too mean
On this shit and yall agree, full grown fo-fo, five armed with me
While you waitin out front we gettin in for free
I love when you do it like that, girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl
The way you move, I just dont know how to act, girl
Youre looking good, Im tryna beat out your back, girl
I love when you do it like that, girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap, girl
The way you move, I just dont know how to act, girl
Youre looking good, Im tryna beat out your back, girl
Yeah, break it down, gon now, do it now, break it down
Gon now, do it now, break-it-down, gon now, break-it-down
Gon now
Yeah, break it down, gon now, do it now, break it down
Gon now, do it now, break-it-down, gon now, break-it-down
Gon now
Yeah, break it down, gon now, do it now, break it down
Gon now, do it now, break-it-down, gon now, break-it-down
Gon now
Yeah, break it down, gon now, do it now, break it down
Gon now, do it now, break-it-down, gon now, break-it-down
Gon now
Haha!Embed |
Still Number One Lyrics
For the next joint, I like to go back to the classics
Ayo, Kris, hit em with another one!
Peace to Thirstin Howl, A. L., and Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth
Im just a nerd cursed with badly disturbed nerves
Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first?
99% of aliens prefer Earth
Come here to rule the planet, startin with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a word search
With smeared letters, runnin together in blurred spurts
Hang with male chauvinist pigs and perverts
Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts
Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerbers
My first words were Bleed, bleed! and Curse, curse!
Never had it and I still dont deserve dirt
My breath still stinks, and Im on my third Cert
Digging out my stitches, hollering, Nurse, nurse!
You said this shot would numb it, this shit just hurts worse!
Slim Shady! ! !
DJ , you know, is down with us!
, is down with us!
Money , is down with us!
, you know, is down with us!
, is down with us!
, shes down with us!
is down with us!
, is down with us!
Boy, down with us!
DJ Red Alert, is down with us!
, is down with us!
number one!
People
Sometimes I choke
My album
Im the original
Cause no one would ever
Im not Superman, because anybody cant Embed |
River Lyrics
Ive been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something
If all its gonna cause is pain
Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
Hes comin home with his neck scratched, to catch flack
Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched
On his breaths Jack, hes a sex addict
And she just wants to exact revenge and get back
Its a chess match, shes on his back like a jet-pack
Shes kept track of all his Internet chats
And guess who just happens to be movin on to the next
Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks
Cause she loves danger, psychopath
And you dont fuck with no mans girl, even I know that
But shes devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knife in hand, says their relationships hangin by a strand
So shes been on the web lately
Says maybe shell be my Gwen Stacy, to spite her man
And I know shes using me to try to play him, I dont care
Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda said Bye Suzanne
After the first night, but tonight I am
Ive been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something
If all its gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
A one-night stand turned a two-night stand
It was come sunlight, scram, now we hug tight, and...
He found out, now she feels deserted and used
Cause he left, so what? He did it first to her too
Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that were through?
Its hard to find the words, Im aloof, nervous, and Sue
Dont want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth
Dont take it personal, I just cant say this in person to you
So I revert to the studio, like hole-in-the-wall diners
Dont have to be reserved in a booth
I just feel like the person who Im turning intos
Irreversible, I preyed on you like its church at the pew
And now that I got you I dont want you
Took advantage in my thirst to pursue
Why do I do this dirt that I do?
Get on my soapbox and preach, my sermon and speech
Detergent and bleach is burnin the wound
Cause now with her in the womb
We cant bring her in this world, shoulda knew
To use protection fore I bit into your forbidden fruit
Fuck!
Ive been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something
If all its gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
My names , my names
River , river run
Call me , call me
River , well let the river run
Always the bridesmaid, never The bride, hey!
Fuck can I say? If life was a highway
And deceit was an enclave, Id be swerving in five lanes
Speeds at a high rate, like Im slidin on ice, maybe
Thats why I may have came at you sideways
I cant keep my lies straight
But I made you terminate my baby
This love triangle left us in a wreck, tangled
What else can I say? It was fun for a while
Bet I really woulda loved your smile
Didnt really wanna abort, but fuck it
Whats one more lie, to tell our unborn child?
Ive been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one
I dont want to admit to something
If all its gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river runEmbed |
Rap God Lyrics
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But Im only going to get this one chance
Somethings wrong, I can feel it
Just a feeling Ive got, like somethings about to happen, but I dont know what
If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances
You are just what the doc ordered
Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genеs
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My penll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Madе a livin and a killin off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin on his wuusack
Im an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You dont really wanna get into a pissin match
With this rappity brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that
Ill still be able to break a motherfuppin table
Over the back of a couple of feggats and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad
Its actually disastrously bad for the wack
While Im masterfully constructing this masterpièce
Cause Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin this shhh aint that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprints
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since
MCs get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? Im a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
Into the motherfufkin Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You tas think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the are you thinkin?
Little gay-lookin boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin boy
Youre witnessin a mass-occur
Like youre watching a church gathering take place, lookin boy
Oy vey, that boys guay!—thats all they say, lookin boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label every day, lookin boy
Hey, lookin boy! What you say, lookin boy?
I get a hell yeah from Dre, lookin boy
Ima work for everything I have, never asked nobody for sh
Get outta my face, lookin boy!
Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable
Of keepin up with the same pace, lookin boy, cause—
Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way Im racin around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planets Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
So youll be Thor and Ill be Odin
You rodent, Im omnipotent
Let off, then Im reloadin
Immediately with these bombs Im totin
And I should not be woken
Im the walkin dead, but Im just a talkin head, a zombie floatin
But I got your mom deep-threenoh
Im out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin in common, poodle
Im a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
Its me, my honestys brutal
But its honestly futile if I dont utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin at me like its lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin
To censor you like that one line
I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say Ill take seven kws from Columbine
Put em all in a line, add an AS-Ferty-Sewvn, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I aint as big as I was, but Im
Morphin into an immortal, comin through the portal
Youre stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I dont know what the fww that you rhyme for
Youre pointless as Rapunzel with fufkin cornrows
You write normal? -uck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fwag at Mayweathers pad
Singin to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, Hey Fab, Ima kill you!
Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman?
Innovative and Im made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and itll glue to you and
Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfufkin audience a feeling like its levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, hes too mainstream.
Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
Its not hip-hop, its pop,—cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it
I dont know how to make songs like that
I dont know what words to use.
Let me know when it occurs to you
While Im rippin any one of these verses that versus you
Its curtains, Im inadvertently hurtin you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And Im a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but its still tongue-in-cheek, fufk you
Im drunk, so, Satan, take the f------ wheel
Ima sleep in the front seat
Bumpin Heavy D and the Boyz, still Chunky but Funky
But in my head theres something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and heres what they want from me
Theyre askin me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But -uck it, lifes handin you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I cant batter the women
How the fauwk am I supposed to bake them a cake then?!
Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Dont be a retarsh—be a king? Think not
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Alchemist Freestyle Lyrics
Happy 10 year Anniversary Shade 45
Happy Birthday to... all of us except Whoo Kid - yeah
Once again its the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman hes a dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain just finished huffin the paint
And muffler fumes like it was nothin because it aint
Anything in his way his enemies he just slays his venom he sprays breeches like pins of energy rays
Menacing stares he glares making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep hes a tarantula gargantuan yeah Angela so I command ya to start dancin
Part Manson part Hannibal part mechanical sharp
Throwin animal parts at Scarlet Johanson
Into my gas chamber yeah gangster my ass
Hes got his fangs to your neck hes set to strangle your ass hater youre facin the task raider
Hes chasin your ass hes got his face in the mask and bloodstains on his glass table
Im checking the exposure of o-dosing me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while Im dozing off overdosing
Windows opening shutting doors opening closing
I think theres a ghost too much hydrocordone and codeine
I was only sposed to swallow a half I took the whole thing
Im not joking
I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink Im standing over the sink posing
Myself self loathing cause Im on the brink mostly
I dont wanna think thisll make everything rosy
Beverly sings screams while Im severing three tosies
Totally frozen while I close in
Im yodeling Rosy! Wont you come out to play?
Illusions wasting time cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put neurofins in my syrup and stirred em
You never heard him
Like this so dont encourage him the neurosurgeon
Coke beers and lyrics worsen
The kinda person to give Katie Couric to cursin
80 spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turned him
Invincible he emerged and
Took over the world and
Reeled in all the children
Lured em into the buildin and killed em
Buried em in the mulch and mildew
And he will do what he feels
And still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton to silk mulch into Tylenol three pills
The real Slim Shadys entered the buildin
Its nothin but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred hes Ill with it
He still shouldnt be healed
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Rolling Stone Q/A Exclusive 2013 LyricsAre you feeling good about the album at this point?
Um, thats a tough question, man. For the most part, yeah. But I dont know if I ever feel totally great about a record when I put it out. With every record that I put out, someone has literally got to come pry it from me because when I listen to my own music, I just hear flaws in it. Like I hear Oh fuck! I could have done this better or that better! And Ill work it to death. Obviously if I wasnt comfortable with it, I wouldnt put it out. But from the beginning, ever since my career started, I dont know if Ive ever been totally like, this is completely it.
In this last crunch, what have you been working on?
I guess you would say last minute jitters of Fuck! Are the vocals loud enough? Can you hear what Im saying on this part? Is the beat right? Are the vocals too loud? If I could not have to mix any songs and just take the actual two tracks that I rapped over and put them out, I would do that. Cause nothing ever feels the way as when you first did it.
But youre not changing lyrics or anything like that? Its just all mix and sound stuff? Its just sonic shit that needs to be worked out for the most part, because when I decide to keep a song, thats pretty much it. Like, if it doesnt work, I pretty much know right away, right when I get it in the car and take it home.
Rolling Stones Review of Eminems The Marshall Mathers LP 2
So why did you dye your hair blonde again?
Um, Ill say that one was idea. In the earlier stages of the record and developing this shit I had thought about it. And once the songs started to come together and the picture got a little more clear of what it was gonna be, he hit me with the idea and I was like Yo, you know I thought about that, right? And he was like, Well you know, why not? And I was like I dont know how its gonna look. I havent had it in how many fucking years? Five, six years. I was like, Im so used to it being dark, you know. So I just tried it. And I was like Fuck it.
Did physically looking like that help you get back in the mindset or change the way you were recording?
Not really, honestly. Because I already had most of the songs. And I dont know if Im gonna keep it like this or how long Im gonna keep it. But for right now it is what it is. And I feel like it may fit and maybe people will understand when they get the record.
For Recovery there was a lot of rejected stuff. You recorded 100 songs or something, or at least you had 100 beats. So was there a lot of stuff thrown in the garbage pile this time around?
I feel like right now Im probably working harder than Ive ever worked in my life. And Ive probably worked harder on this record than any other record aside from maybe the time period during The Eminem Show, which is a little hazy cause just so much shit was going on at that time. Just being so busy with The Eminem Show and doing the 8 Mile movie, and the soundtrack and the score to the movie. This is probably the equivalent of that but all focused on the record mostly.
Thats crazy.
Once I had the direction that I wanted to go, and you know calling it The Marshall Mathers LP 2, obviously I knew that there might be certain expectations. Like, I wouldnt want to just call it that just for the sake of calling it that. So I wanted to make sure that I had the right songs to be able to call it that. So, a lot of recording. A lot of songs that people probably will never hear. We hit a couple of road blocks. There were songs where the beat leaked or a producer sold the beat to someone else or whatever. And just when you think you got it or you got the right amount of songs you go back and you listen and youre like, Fuck man! I feel like it needs this or this to paint the whole picture.
A lot of people, maybe even you, think the original is your best album.
Its probably my favorite. I think some of them are my favorites for different reasons. Hate to even say that about my own record, but I mean the first three records, I think they may have captured a time period. And then I think I pretty much probably have publicly said, you know, Encore and Relapse wasnt – it was just a different time.
Youve been hard on Relapse, but Tyler, the Creator says that its his favorite hip-hop record in years. He loves that record.
Yeah, he tells me that every time I see him. I dont hate the record. I want to rap and be able to always try to do my best lyrically, but at the same time find the right balance between that and making the right songs. And you know, I dont know if I necessarily found that balance yet, because I was just getting sober and just kind of finding my feet again and so there was a lot of songs that were just like Ha ha this is funny! You know, walking around and joking around with your friends and shit and it ends up on the record and youre laughing about it. Because when I got sober it was like – Ive said this before – but it just was like Oh shit! I can think straight again! So I dont know if that record was particularly my best work as far as songs, writing songs that felt like something, that brought some kind of emotion. I ran accents into the ground. I got stuck on that kind of serial killer, crazy vibe and just kind of went with it.
On Recovery, obviously the world came to you on that one. How do you feel now about that record?
I feel like that record I finally got back to where I was at maybe during The Eminem Show. Like, creatively and songwriting, I guess. I mean obviously Recovery was the first time I had ever worked with that many producers outside of our camp. Aside from working with Dre, it was like I always wanted to produce my own records, because producing is fun to me too. One of the things that was cool for me about that record was getting beats that already had choruses on them. Its kind of like a challenge to myself to be able to hear somebody elses hook and kind of interpret the words. Because my own hooks, I already know what I mean when I write them. The way that I do music is, like, regardless of what the beat is and whatever kind of appeal it may or may not have, I always want to try to go as hard lyrically as I can. So regardless if the beat feels like Wow maybe this could be played on the radio, Im not like, Maybe radio would play this so Ill just wing it. Like, I always have looked at it like I want to approach every record from an MCs aspect.
So how did you come to decide to designate this the sequel to The Marshall Mathers LP? How did you decide to make your life miserable like that?
Well heres what it is: Its not necessarily a sequel.
Okay.
As much as it is a revisitation – like this is a different time period in my life. So theres not gonna be like, continuations of every song or anything like that. To me, its more about the vibe and the nostalgia. One of my favorite new things to do is experiment with new, older breakbeats and sounds and shit like that. You know, retro shit, and try to make it current, like bring it up to date.
So did seeking out Rick Rubin come from that direction? You were like Why dont I go back to the source?
Paul had mentioned to me that he might be interested in doing it and he had been talking to him and I was like, Fuck man. Another thing with this record is that I kind of got back into producing more. On Recovery, I wanted to focus more on writing, and not have to worry abut making the beats. On Relapse I think it was mostly all Dre. So I kind of started producing again a little bit. I was kind of in the middle of that when Paul had mentioned that, and was fucking around with those kind of sounds and I dont know if thats what made Paul reach out to Rick or if Rick reached out to him. But as soon as I heard he was interested I was like, Yo, just let me finish this up and lets go see him.
Youve called Rick Yoda – was there still stuff to be learned from him at this point in your career?
Learning I did. Um, yeah, I mean the best part about Ricks vibe is hes very Zen-like in the sense of just Let it happen. The weird thing about it is nine times out 10, we would know instantly if something didnt work and it didnt feel right, you know. Hes almost like a coach.
Hes very psychological, right?
Yeah the guys got his shoes off. Working with him is the most relaxed atmosphere. Hes not afraid to try anything. I kind of felt in the same way I felt, and still feel to this day, as far as like wanting to impress Dre. We talked at his house and then I think we went straight to his studio from there and we started going through breakbeats. I told him that I had started experimenting with some more retro sounds. So we just sat down and started picking shit out and I would start writing to them and next time Id get together with him wed start adding shit to it. The dudes got so many ideas, man. One of the coolest things about the sound that he gives you is the Rick Rubin scratches. When he fucking scratches some shit, its almost like this perfect slop that it has on it. Not that its off-time or anything like that, but its just like – its fucking weird. I dont even know how to explain it. You just know that he scratched it. I dont know if that even makes sense or not. Its like a simple scratch, like a basic kind of thing, but its so fucking dope when you hear it. Its just, its vintage him. And plus he knows what a lot of those sounds came from and shit.
Did he have all the old drum machines sitting around the studio?
Oh, hes got some shit in the stash. Yeah. Definitely.
So much has changed in hip-hop since you started producing – did you find the beats you were making on your own were influenced by newer stuff?
Um, not necessarily, because like I feel like I just do whatever feels right. Obviously I pay attention to whats going on and whats out and keep my finger on that pulse. But I dont ever want to be like or do like what anyone else is doing. Thats no offense to anyone else.
Basically, if there are outside influences that are current, you let that come in from the other producers, but your shit is your shit.
Yeah. Thats exactly it. More current-sounding shit I leave to them. And not that I dont feel like my shit sounds current, but its not the exact same thing. And I think Ive updated as well.
On the new song Legacy youre talking about yourself in detail as a kid. What does it take to get back in that mindset at your age?
I always try to make my music relatable to the kid who people said, He aint shit or bullied or whatever. It felt like one of them self-empowerment songs. Everybody, I believe, wants to show the world that, One day Im gonna be this. One day Im gonna be that. Everybody has goals, aspirations or whatever, and everybody has been at a point in their life where nobody believed in them. Like, if you havent been kicked or whatever, if you never went through. . .
Tribulations.
Tribulations and shit like that, then youre perfect and fuck you anyways. So everybody has been in that place where they just have been counted out or not even counted. Like, You dont matter. Oh yeah? Im gonna show you. So it was about incorporating that idea into the idea of my legacy – into what I leave behind when Im gone. And I always looked up to other rappers for the words that they gave me. Theres many, many songs that got me through a lot of shit.
I just love that you rhyme Onyx with comics on that song.
I dont know if anyone will get this, like this is super-nerdy, but the rhyming words in that song never change. And thats just one of the things that I do to try to challenge myself. I wanted to try to make a whole song where the rhyming words never changed.
Youve praised the Beastie Boys evolution, but it doesnt seem like youre going to have a the disrespect for women has got to be through moment.
I mean, listen, my sense of humor has certainly not gone away. I realize that Im an adult, a grown-ass man, and I dont know what Ill be doing a year from now, 10 years from now, but I dont think that my tongue-in-cheekness will ever go away. I guess its just a part of my personality. I always want to keep some type of element of fun to the music as well. If one song is darker or talking about a sad subject, I dont want to make a whole album of that, of being a downer. I dont want to make a whole album of being too uppity. You gotta try and find that right balance, and thats one of the things that the creative process was on this record as far as just experimenting. In other words, recording till I get it. And if I record 100 fucking songs and I dont have what I feel like I need yet to make the body of work, then Im gonna keep going and keep recording.
Youve written a bunch of your own hooks, and even sing some of them. Where does your sense of melody come from?
Thats a good question. I would want to say that its stemming from early hip-hop. Rappers used to fuck around all the time with melodies, at least on the shit that I grew up on. I dont know keys on a keyboard or what note this is or that is. I can only hum something. But I think it just comes from all the data that Ive collected in my years of listening to music. And you know, fuck man, I think that as hip-hop started evolving, there was more melody in it, people were starting to sing hooks. Even like, early Slick Rick – Hey young world – those kind of things. Maybe I took it somewhere different at times, I dont know.
Maybe its just pure instinct.
Honestly, thats probably what it is. I dont want that to sound like arrogant or nothing but I just dont know where I get that sense from, you know what Im saying? Im not a singer singer. I just know whats in key and whats not.
Having Kendrick Lamar on your album, did you have any concern that he might go in and try to upstage you?
I completely respect what Kendrick does and the fact that hes in the same camp, that hes on Aftermath, only made sense to me. He came to Detroit, we kicked it for a few minutes, you know, and I felt the vibe of what hes like and everything, and you know, hes a super cool and super humble dude. When we did that record, I think that was actually a week or two before he did the verse to Control.
Is there advice you would give him at this point?
I dont know if he needs advice. He seems like hes got a really good head on his shoulders, man. Hes very smart and you can tell by the way he put his album together for one. Hes like a hip-hop head, man, he just loves hip-hop. And obviously the way that he did the Control verse, it was almost like if you get mad at him, then you might look foolish. He set it up so that you cant really get mad at a lot of that shit he said because it was what every other MC is already thinking. Or you should be thinking.
Fundamentally, do you feel like a rap god or do you feel like an underdog?
I think everything switches back and forth from hour to hour, day by day with me. That whole Rap God record pretty much from top to bottom is tongue in cheek. So I mean, do I want to feel like that? Maybe sometimes. Again, it goes back to everybody who competitive raps and does this for just purely the sport of it wants to be the best. Again, thats why Kendricks verse worked so well because he only said what every rappers already thinking, If you dont want to be the best, then why are you rapping?
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3 a.m. Lyrics
There is no escaping
Theres no place to hide
You scream, Someone save me!
But they dont pay no mind
Goodnight, goodbye!
Youre walkin down a horror corridor
Its almost four in the mornin and youre in a
Nightmare, its horrible, right theres the coroner
Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
Youre a goner, hes onto ya
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run
All you want is to rest cause you cant run anymore, youre done
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it
Here I sit, while Im caught up in deep thought again
Contemplating my next plot again
Swallowin a Klonopin while Im noddin in and out on the ottoman
At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then
Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom
And make sure I got all of it
Wake up naked at McDonalds with
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
Guess I mustve just blacked out again—not again!
Its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
Sitting nude in my living room, its almost noon
I wonder whats on the tube, maybe theyll show some boobs
Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then
I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin
Dismantlin every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and
Grab my flannel and my bandana, then
Kiss the naked mannequin man again
You can see him standin in my front window if you look in
Im just a hooligan whos used to using hallucinogens
Causin illusions again, brain contusions again
Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins
Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through
Dazed and Im so confused
Days that I dont know who gave these molecules to
Me, what am I gon do?
Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one
Very methodical when I slaughter them
Its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast
I cant quite remember when I had that
Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half
A flashlight up Kim Kardashians ass
I remember the first time I dismembered a family member
December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin
I wrapped him in Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin tub, cut him up into pieces
And just when I went to drink his blood
I thought, I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun
Thats when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son
Your blood-curdling screams just dont seem to bother me none
Its 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run
A secret passageway around here, man, theres got to be one
Oh no, theres probably none
He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs
But aint no stopping me from chopping him up-up, cause…
Its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin all over the floor and
I dont remember how they got there
But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em
Yo, yo, ayo
Yo, yo, ayo
Yo, yo, ayo
Yo, yo, ayo
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Basket Case Freestyle LyricsEmbed |
Thru The Glass Lyrics
Im looking at you through the glass
Dont know how much time has passed
It kinda feels like forever
No one ever tells you that forever feels like come
Sitting all alone inside your head
I love you baby, whats your name?
Young Ca$his, lets go
As the tears rolls, year goes, another week youre gone
Just learned how to walk, wish I could put your shoes on
More bad news, oh, now I got a violation
Robberies, now Im charged again over my probation
Baby, please walk slow, I dont want to see you go
If I die here, daddys love, you would never know
Same thing on the street I be getting medals for
Got me through the glass, telling my baby I gotta go
Shake on my stomach cause my race be outnumbered
I aint come here to be afraid of star running
Dream about you daily, this thing Im obsessed
Doing your head like you love your bright red barrettes
Watching you fall asleep with a bottle in your mouth
But to me, this what being a fathers all about
Now Im sitting in my cell with my pen in my mouth
Im tryna figure out how to get out
Im looking at you through the glass
Dont know how much time has passed
It kinda feels like forever
No one ever tells you that forever feels like come
Sitting all alone inside your head
You my firstborn baby, the first one that made me
Swear to all Id do anything for you, being raised the
Opposite of me, look at us, they say
Now you dead, you gotta wheel and your name is wet
And Im sitting in the cell and this cage with Satin
Trying to steer away from Hell cause a Heavens waiting
But I cant see it, I aint tryna be brute
I cant be it, thinking back, slitting my throat to keep my own freedom
Then, I get letters with scribbles, I read it
With circle, hearts, and squares, you love me and I see it
I never take you for granted again, please believe it
Lost a year of my life, without you, I stop breathing
I wish that I could backtrack, take it all right back
Again where I left you in chains, it aint like that
So now, I smoke a Newport to the ash
Wish I could hold you but Im only
Im looking at you through the glass
Dont know how much time has passed
It kinda feels like forever
No one ever tells you that forever feels like come
Sitting all alone inside your head
On your first birthday, remember all I could do
Was take you to Taco Bell, split a Chalupa with you
On your second birthday, inside these walls reminiscing
How Im missing you, you grow up every time you show up to visit
What is it? I know its way too close isnt it
They taking that away when your thirty, manage to kick it
But before I go, I want you to know little missus
I promise you another birthday, Im never missing
Put your hand on the glass, touch your hand through the glass
Having the flashes of smashing, snatching you up and dashing
Then I snap out and watch when you walk away and we crying
But you dont even know that daddy almost threw with his time
And my emotions are high, wiping a tear from my eyes
Cause you dont know that Ill be coming home to see you tonight
I pull up in the drive, Im nervous walking inside
I see you sleeping, Im creeping up to yell, Surprise
Then you jump up scared, till you recognize
That its your dad, we hug with the same gleam in her eyes
Then we laugh, look up fast, time passed
Now I be on TV, and you see me, and Im
Im looking at you through the glass
Dont know how much time has passed
It kinda feels like forever
No one ever tells you that forever feels like come
Sitting all alone inside your head
Ayy, I love you
And thats what it is
You see what Im saying?
Just acknowledge we at home, man
Cause I never knew
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We Made You Lyrics
Guess who? Dyou miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus!
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You’re the one they adore
Who they came to see
You’re a rock star
Everybody wants you
Player, who can really blame you?
We’re the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Youre ready to tackle any task that is at hand?
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
Shady, man, no, dont massacre the fans!
Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man
She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive gluteus maximus again
Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend
Can he come back as nasty as he can?
Yes, he can-can; dont ask me this again
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men
Samanthas a 2; youre practically a 10
I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin
Now come in, girl
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You’re the one they adore
Who they came to see
You’re a rock star
Everybody wants you
Player, who can really blame you?
We’re the ones who made you
The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her
Sorry, Portia, but whats Ellen DeGeneres
Have that I dont? Are you telling me tenderness?
Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
And Ill invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then
Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend!
Brit, forget K-Fed, lets cut off the middleman
Forget him or youre gonna end up in the hospital again
And this time it wont be for the Ritalin binge
Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention
And little did I mention that Jennifers in
Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench
Man, I swear them other guys, you give em an inch
They take a mile; they got style, but it isnt Slim
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You’re the one they adore
Who they came to see
You’re a rock star
Everybody wants you
Player, who can really blame you?
We’re the ones who made you
And thats why, my love
Youll never live without
I know you want me, girl
Cause I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know
You know you want me too
Dont try to deny it, baby
Im the only one for you
Damn, girl, Im beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
You think thats bad, you should hear the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I dont mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth
Wowzers! I just made a mess in my trousers
And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord, help us, hes back in his pink Alf shirt
Looking like someone shrinked his outfit!
I think hes bout to flip, Jessica
Rest assured Supermans here to rescue ya
Can you blame me? Youre my Amy, Im your Blake
Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak
Baby, I think you just met your soulmate
Now break it down, girl
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You’re the one they adore
Who they came to see
You’re a rock star
Everybody wants you
Player, who can really blame you?
We’re the ones who made you
So baby
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, get down
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down, down
Baby, get down, get down
Oh Amy! Rehab never looked so good!
I cant wait, Im going back
Ha-ha, woo!
Dr. Dre! 2020!
Yeah!Embed |
Eminem & Lil Wayne Intro Lyrics
...look at it, trust me, I already know we got the same eyes & ears to this shit, so, what you— how you lookin at it?
Yeah, but uh, I dont know if youve... RJ Payne, you heard of him?
Yeah, I know— yeah, hell yeah Ive heard of RJ, man
Yo. He kind of like, had a resurgence, like, lately... and its, its uh... man, hes a fuckin animal, bro
Ayo, its DJ Kay Slay, AKA Slap Your Favorite DJ
And Im here to talk about RJ mothafuckin Payne
And I aint just the only one talkin bout him
Eminem said hes one of the hottest new artist that hes fuckin with right now and hes a fuckin animal
Real talk, 2020 shit
Yo RJ, show and prove, yo
You already know what it is, man, Bootleg Kev, Philly to LA
Shoutout to my motherfuckin guy, RJ Payne
Let me tell you somethin, man, on that motherfuckin microphone
Hes a motherfuckin animal, lets get to it
RJ Payne, what up? Its DJ Caesar
Big Tunes
Hes a Animal finally here, huh?
You know why you a fuckin animal?
Cause you be eatin bars up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
MCs better come correct or get ate the fuck up
No pause, none of that funny shit
Hes a fuckin animal, DJ Caesar said so
Its the wave
You already know what the fuck it is, man
He done showed and proved out here
He done put them bars across the United States and all around the globe
And yall gotta understand: hes a fuckin animal, man
Real talk, some of yall dont belong on the mic with him, bruh
Shit different right here, man
Yo RJ Payne, you ready my nigga?
You ready to continue to show and prove?
Well, set that shit off, then
Its RJ-RJ Payne
Yo- yo- its RJ Payne
Its fuckin- RJ Payne
Fuckin animal- yo
RJ Payne
Its RJ-RJ Payne
Fuckin- yo
RJ Payne
Fuckin- fuckin
RJ Payne- yo
R-R-R-R-R
Hes a fuckin animalEmbed |
My Ballz Lyrics
Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
Youll never touch my
Catch me if you can but you aint man enough
Youre standing tough
But you know that no matter what
Youll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz
Ballz, ballz, ballz
Youll never touch my ballz
I see you aint a player, you aint balling
And I dont even care who the hell you call in
In this game, it aint no talking
You can get it started, I nail the coffin
And all I here is get your man up off him!
So why I gotta stop it, this n was talking
And I aint gotta prove you nothing
I do it and you aint gotta push my buttons
This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
Hes quick and I cant get Marshall hit
So I played my position and dont make a move
Been doing this for years, my team we cant lose
And aint nobody, aint nobody hard
9 oclock, Im gonna punch me a guard
Hut one, hut two, Im ready
Hike, give the ball to Nelly
And nobody out there feels me
Take this ball, you have to kill me
And any player in my way, Im folding
Damn it, caught holding
Catch me if you can but you aint man enough
Youre standing tough
But you know that no matter what
Youll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz
Ballz, ballz, ballz
Youll never touch my ballz
Football, Football, I love football
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole, son of a bitch
Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek?
Nevermind, lets try quarterback sneak
Cover me, smother me with love thats brotherly
That didnt work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut, hurry up
Im reaching up another grown mans butt
Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
But Jesus, he hikes, I think I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah, so are my balls
Its the longest yard, whoops thats not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard
That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
Our own 5 and our timeouts are gone
Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he steps out of bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, were down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
But hes so god dang high that he trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down to the one
But he dont get in, but all we need is a put, put.. mumbles
But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit Imma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybodys laughing now, no timeouts and its now fourth down
Were never gonna make it, wait, I just got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
Imma throw the bomb, cmon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on
Ass out with a flopping schlong, touchdown! Yeah, I told you
Its the longest yard
Catch me if you can but you aint man enough
Youre standing tough
But you know that no matter what
Youll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz
Ballz, ballz, ballz
Youll never touch my ballz
The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
Imma run through all of yall, yall just soft
Even though my cleats is kicking up mud
Its more traction for me, Im stiff arming punks
High stepping through the end zone
I been grown, Im so dirty you dont even know my skin tone
Its time to rumble, no time to fumble
And I wont stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playing ball with killers, my teams the realest
Three time offenders, even drug dealers
One of the best running backs there never was
Moving like Barry Sanders, leaving you in the dust
Yak is high, I got the highest yak
Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre snap like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than spider back
Eying my eye, a Mack truck trying to sack us
No matter how big they flying backwards
Wide receiver receiving wide
For every stride in my life, yo, I breathe and die
Defense is playing a pass
Then the quarterback peeps and screams
That means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell
My tracks burn turf when they excel
I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
And use my linemans shoulder as a chair
Now Im flying through the air like a superhero
They can use this pose for a box of cereal
Im no joke punk, I get my dinerio
For being the best player on my team, what?
As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the screen go run run
Then I cut, spin around in the endzone
Then I do the ninety shuffle so
Catch me if you can but you aint man enough
Youre standing tough
But you know that no matter what
Youll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz
Ballz, ballz, ballz
Youll never touch my ballz
Footballs
Im talking about footballs, dudeEmbed |
Bitch Please III Lyrics
Yeah, what up, Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didnt
They didnt do it again
You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo sho
Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
This is special right here
Yeah, its a toast to the boogie, baby, uh
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, ya know, whats crackin, Dre?
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it aint worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick
I love money, but the scrambles hot
So I snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot
One nigga less what used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest
And you dont really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
Thats the devil, they always wanna dance
Im the Head Nigga In Charge, Im watchin you move
Youre found dead in your garage with ten oclock news coverage
Gotta love it cause I expose the façade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough, Im in the club shootin with Puff
Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees, come on
And you dont really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
Thats the devil, they always wanna dance
E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars of murderous material
Niggas venirial are diseases to me
And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees
Niggas want it with me, who I be?
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun, whats the outcome?
Another nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat? Son its no joke
I pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas nodding out, with no hope
Ima spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas dont want it with me
J to A to R-U-L-E
Now, everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you dont know how to act
Love to clown when you deep
But when you on that solo creep
Out on the streets you dont hear a peep
Nigga, its a goddamn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown mans game?
Tear that ass out the frame, how long will it last?
Nigga, dont ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash, tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shits classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggas aimin at my head, but I still wear my vest
And you dont really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
Thats the devil, they always wanna dance
Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls , dick six-inch long
Back up in the heezy, baby
Hes Shady , hahaha
Give me the mic, let me recite til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if hes right? Im just a criminal makin a livin off of the worlds misery
What in the world gives me the right to say what I like
And walk around flippin the bird?
Livin the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin at night of screamin at Mom, schemin to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That, somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me
It just cant be found, so the reason youve been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude whos being this mean
So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely
Its just me bein me; here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot! You happy now? Look here...
I start some trouble everywhere that I go
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know
I start some shit, they throw me out the back door
Come back and shoot the club up with a .44
And you dont really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
Thats the devil, they always wanna dance
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
Cmon, yeah!!
Embed |
Living 2 Die Lyrics
And I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead?
Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die?
Check it
Im a rebel, I dont give a fuck about rules
Fuck college, I dont give a fuck about school
But you ass if you assume that Im not smart
Because I made bad grades in the classroom
When Im hustlin I got a A average
Student of the game, I know how to make cabbage
Im a street soldier that get no rest
Stickin niggas for the cream is my M-O-S
And Im always hungry, ready to eat
I got a appetite for war so I cook the beef
Ever since I was a shorty, niggas actin ludicrous
So I rolled out wit my twin Glock 40s
You know that Im the illest through word of mouth
And i dont toot my own horn cause you know what Im bout
Man I aint gotta caddy truck or Chevy on dubs
I got a mean mug and a 38 snub
Dont try to be like Freddie, you aint him
Dont compare me to other rappers, I aint them
You mightve seen me in a magazine lookin crucial
I aint pose wit a gun cause you know Id shoot you dog
I come in ya face wit two guns up
And leave a muthafucka slumped in his Yukon truck
They say the good die young but the bad guys die by the same fate
Get bullet holes put in the same place, we Heavyweights
And nah, I aint finished
Dont include me in yo petty beef, I aint in it
Cause if Im in it then its on, fuck writin another song
Imma show up at yo home, put the toast to yo dome
Cause niggas get clapped and shit get deeper than rap
So I suggest you dont go deeper than that
So before you diss Fred, use yo head
You dont wanna end up dead over somethin you said
I aint sayin Imma kill you if you diss me on the mic
Im sayin Imma kill you if you threaten my life
A couple rappers they be sayin they gon kill me on sight
Its fucked up cause I see them niggas every night
And they dont jump it off cause they bitch made
If I aint got a gun then Imma slit yo throat wit a switchblade
Take me out, I wish a nigga would try
Im in the streets dyin to live and livin to die
And thats for real
Ugh, Im livin to die, come get me if you want bitch
Yeah, I done ducked down plenty of times man
A lot of cats is on these records talkin this trash
How you gon murk this, kill this, hurt this
A lot of yall niggas still doin nothin man
Before you gon say you gon kill another nigga on a track man be able to back that up man
Cause a lot of yall can not back that up man
Yall just makin these silly little threats out here man
Dont bring them my way
Serious, Imma bring it back man
Rest in peace to everybody fallen
All the fallen soldiers, 2Pac, Biggie, Big L, Big Pun, Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah, Aaliyah, everybody man
Rest in peace to my grandfather, my uncle Wayne
Mike Langford, Quade Shepard, my homies I lost
Comin up man we all dyin to live, livin to die
We make it through thoughEmbed |
Through The Window Lyrics
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
First is her neck, yeah, then her back
Me Im a freak, I get into all that
Girl, Ill perform for ya like a porno star
Til youve had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music, new mood, new position
New erotic sounds, its going down, now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, youre sweatin
I could paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya Id get ya
I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby
Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides
Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now
You could feel every inch of it when we intimate
I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe
I had your head spinning saying 50 so crazy
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
You movin Too fast, you movin too quick
You heavy on the gas, you movin too swift
You Cant keep up the pace
Might not finish the race
But do it now for its too late to switch
And how you make a impala lift
But the set card is ya heart
And is hard to be fixed
You gon break it if you dont downshift
And I know you get a rush when you hang around risk
But you gon get enough when you breakin down sick
All ill cant move your wheels and feelin like shh
Just a mile back you was feelin quite brisk
Now you sittin on bricks, wit ya car on strict
Radio gone, insurance wont cover
Paint job wreck and you draggin your muffler
Wouldnt listen then, but I bet you hear now
Cuz you gotta speed ticket cuz you wouldnt slow down
Yeeeah
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I aint nothin to play with
Started off local, but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city, faded off the brown, Nino
She insist she got more class, we know
Swimmin in the money, come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Whod have thought a countrywide tourd be the outcome?
Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, Im about my business
Killin all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin for forgiveness
If you aint been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Okay, hello, its the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess Im just New Orleans
And I will never stop like Im runnin from the cops
Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, To the top
Life is such a fuckin roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you dont wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, thats what they gotta say or mention
Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer
Im restin in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shh, my foots sleepin on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
There they go, packin stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos
Hes wonderin if he should spit this slow, fuck no
Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no
He aint had him a buzz like this
Since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as befo
Bashin in the brains of these hoes
And establishin a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited
You cant put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck
That Im talkin about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
Come flyin up out of our mouths, now, rewind it
Payback, motherfucker
For the way that you doubted me, hows it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter, so just in case youre thinkin of savin face
You aint gonna have no face to save
By the time Im through with this place, so Drake
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windowEmbed |
Leave Dat Boy Alone Lyrics
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin
I said leave dat boy alone
Cuz yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
Its my attitude thats makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Returnin bows fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
Im a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
Witha mag and ill be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think its elephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
When im in my vehicle im pullin you in
I gaurantee the world will never see you again
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
But its kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain somethin to ya
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
Hes tryin to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like hes some dumb hoe punk
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
This nigga dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, i dont play deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
You think its wrong that you hoes thinkin you cant really get sleep
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
Im a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
If you cant feel it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted
Plus you know im too violent, to be out with you whilin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
No time for the wild ones, im writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, its five words
Sifty McVeigh
Mr. Porter
Kuniva
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to deathEmbed |
Kill You LyricsYou dont want to fuck with Robbie
Because what?
Because Robbie will fucking kill you
Say what?
You dont want to mess with Robbie
Why man?
Because Robbie will fucking kill you
Aint no shit gringo!
You dont want to mess with Robbie
Why?
Because Robbie will fucking kill you
Uhuh!
You dont want to mess with Robbie
Because Robbie will fucking kill youEmbed |
Intro LyricsI am Beyoncé
I am Beyoncé
I am BeyoncéEmbed |
Wots Up Lyrics
Turn table terrorist
DJ Sublime record
Yo, whats up?
I wanna know whats up?
Hey yall, its Em production right here
Give it up, Slim Shady, he make good beats too
This his production, he told me he dont like this track
No, you know what Im sayin
But like, I like it though
Fuck it, mixtape
And you know its all in this life without Christ to keep sane, nigga
Staying hot, loyal through plot, drinking the same liquor
More whack, dap dap, call him the brain splitter
Fuck around, tryna get it now, push the cane sniffer
He excuse, nigga a dog, its all the same difference
Flashy or snatchy, see if your chain fit us
Leaving with, leaving with whoever came with us
Come out what we call the fools system, the fame bit us
The gang bit us, no jitters, we keep a steady hand
While you deep in these streets, we already ran
Listen man, dont let your feelings wrestle your heart
Theres like a bleeding drum, man, I wrestle yall short
Look, life dont like you, I suggest that you part
Got some wolves in the club and they eat your flesh in the dark
Heartless like organ donors
Morning light til the morning, this they cant even hold the corners
Whats up?
The same records that be motherfucking asking yall
Whats up?
Hold the phone, what yall wanna do to me
Whats up?
D12 back in this bitch ass, we
Whats up?
Heard me for life, Detroit say
Whats up?
All my real motherfuckers say
Whats up?
50 Cent, G Unit say
Whats up?
Obie Trice, motherfuckers say
Whats up?
Its Shady Records, nigga come on
D12 nigga, we back in the house
Big growth, straight from the grave
Recording artist, Conniver busy
Slim motherfucking Shady
DJ Sublime right
Oh, we tryin something
Lloyd Banks, motherfucking ayo
50 Cent, see Im screwed up
Hold on bih, whats up baby?
Its your mans Mac Miller, you know aka penny scrappy
You know, you know how we get down baby
But yo, whats up with, whats up with the D
You know how we do it in the D, baby
Recognize, you know seven mile
School crowd, you know how we do it
All the way back to PA
You know we smacking niggas all day, cuz
These niggas dont want no trouble
This is how we get down in the d
Niggas dont understand how we get down
So let me tell you bout my nigga Grimwald and steak
You know, dope low, snacks
You know, my niggas
My nigga Dirty Mike back in the coupe, popping Xans
You know how we get down
You know, the rappers who were running the D back in the day, back then
Getting money, we still getting money though
So continue to keep smacking that ass like it in the club
Knocking they ass out in the park
You know but you
Remind me back to a time right and let me do this again, right
You know? Just warming upEmbed |
Microphone Lyrics
Once again, its the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, hes a dentist to Amy
Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin the paint
And muffler fumes like it was nothin, because it aint
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs
All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, hes a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson
Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass
Hes got his fangs to your neck, hes set to strangle ya ass, hater
Youre facin a task greater, hes chasin your ass
Hes got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
I am checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while Im dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing
I think theres a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
Im not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, Im standing over the sink hosing
Myself, self-loathing, cause Im on a brink, mostly
I dont wanna think; this will make everything rosy
Beverly sings, scream while Im severing three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
Im yodelling Ro-o-w-sie, wont you come out to pla-?
And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines
In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred em
You never heard em like this, so dont encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin
Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events that he emerged
Took over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured em into the building and killed em
Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills
The Real Slim Shadys entered the buildin
Theres nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in is husk
Mildred, hes ill with it, he still shouldnt be healed
Theres no one as sick as he, MCs will get fricassed on the grill, then..
Mic-Mic-Mic-Microphone...Embed |
Anger Management Lyrics
Tabancanın çekilişi / süngü sesi
Tamam, hadi gidelim
Evet!
Resmi SHADE45 Anger Management 3 özel mixtape ine hoşgeldiniz
Size başka hiçbiri tarafından getirilmeyen
Kahrolası adı çıkan, rezil, DJ Clinton Sparks!
Whoo!
Bir kere daha bu çocuk, evet, yarrağı yedin
Onu taşaklarıyla al olum, hıçkırana dek yala
Tiksinç sikik, evet, aynı iğrenç kupa, onu kaldırıyor
Orta parmakları ve gidiyor; Chika-Chika-Chika
Merhaba! Benim adım Chika Chika Chika
Chika-Chika-Chika-Chika-Chika-Chika-Chika
Bu bok kafanın içine sıkışana kadar
Çok fazla hastalıklıydın bu oğlanlara aşkı öğretmem için
Orospuyu sikmemi söyle, senin kızın de
Ve bu yüzden bu boktan dahasını aldık
Salla bu sürtüğü, orospu çocuğunu şaplakla
Bir orospuyu yen
Şu çocuklara da bakın, bu boku yediler
Ve bu, Bunun ne bok olduğunu bile bilmeden önceydi
Bu, neyin olduğunu etkiliyor
Ebeveynler bize geliyor
Bu arada bilet satışları da havaya uçtu
Lanet olsun bok, lanet bok, lanet bok!
Sikiyim seni, sikimi em orospu
Ama gitmeliyim, benim için gitme ve Jessicayı alma vakti
Bu resmi, onu ve Nicki yeni ayırdım
Şimdi, eğer gösteriden ayrılır isen
Ve bu CD lerden birini almaz isen
Resmi olarak tüm şovu deneyimleyemedin demektir
Bir kez daha; 50 CENT! G-UNIT! NATE DOGG! ALCHEMIST!
Ve Lil Jon a özellikle teşekkürler
Unutmadan; DR. DRE! D-TWIZZY! OBIE TRICE! STAT QUO ve
Kendi adıma, hepinize geldiğiniz için teşekkür etmek istiyorum
Gösteriyi beğeneceğinizi umuyoruz..
Çeviren: Berkant Kantar / Shady 3.012Embed |
Tribute To Eminem Lyrics
पहले फटती थी चढ़ने मुझे स्टेज मे इतना सा था फॅन्सी शो में
शक्तिमान के भेस में लिया था मिक हाथ में
टीचर खड़ी थी साथ में मैं रोने लगा
टीचर बोली रू मत बेटा पकड़ी हूँ ना हाथ मैं
फिर बाद में दसवी में जब पड़ता था Jay Pol ने
बताया मुझे Eminem के बारे में नही पता था क्या होता है Rap
क्या Hip-Hop लेकिन ध्यान दिया मुझे मेरे Eminem के गाने ने
कॉलेज में जाता था लेकिन पूरा समय गाना सुनके मैं बिताता
Practical का बुक खाली रहता पीछे से भर जाता
टीचर क्लास से भागता बुक फाड़के लेकिन तेरा भाई झंडा गाडके
बैठ चुका था करूँगा Rap पढ़ुंगा Rap, बनूंगा Rapper
लेकिन मैं कहाँ पर खो चुका था मुझको खुदको नही खबर
MBBS करने निकला 12वी में था ये डर
तपक ना जाो लटक ना जाो भटक ना जाो वैच हुआ
खुद ही खुदसे मैने खुदके लिए खोदा था कुआ लेकिन मेरे कुए से निकला पानी
Rap करने लगा सबको बताने लगा कहानी
गाना लिखके अब्बा ने बोला गाने तेरे फिक्के
अँग्रेज़ी मे करेगा Rap नही चलेंगे सिक्के
फिर ठीक है अब्बा की बात सुन ली मैने
और बंटाई गाने के आज भी कितने फन है
बोलो और बंटाई क्या बोलते तुम नास्टा पानी करके पीए
चाय में चीनी कम कोई मारे दम तो कोई चिलम
सब पुकारे एक ही नाम भोले बम बम
बोलो और बंटाई क्या बोलते तुम नास्टा पानी करके पीए
चाय में चीनी कम कोई मारे दम तो कोई चिलम
सब पुकारे एक ही नाम भोले बम बम
Im Back, Im Back भाई तेरा डेरा है Comeback
जहाँ पे हम खाद जेया सब जा र्हे है बेटा बॅक बॅक
Snapback मेरे सर पे पब्लिक का होरेला Backpack
बदला लेने पे आते तो कर डालते सीधा Hijack
प्यार से रहते तो स्वाभाव पूरा शांत एडे चली करड़ेगा तो सीधा रज़ीनीकांत
एन्नाडा रसकला एक को ला या फिर जाके दस को ला
बात मेरे फुल वास्तव बोहट हार्ड, 50 तोला!
खो दिया खुदको मैं खुदके हू राहो पे बातों पे नई भरोसा है किताबों पे
जो मैने लिखा है पड़के सुना डू आज सबको बता डू यह दास्तान
चेहरे मेरे घेरे पड़े काफ़ी सारे दर्द से घेरे पड़े चेहरे मेरे बोहट सारे दर से
घर से निकलना मुश्किल है बातों से बुज़दिल है फोकट के
फोकट यह लोग बंदूक की गोली की तरह यह छोटे हैं
छोटी बातें और यह छोटी यह सोच तेरा भाई बूंब
फॅट ता मैं ज़ोर से करता मैं शोर कम
क्यूकी लोगो को कम समझ आता सब करते वादे पर कोई नही निभाता
आधी ज़िंदगी में Bata पे कटा Nike Adidas से मेरा अब हुआ नाता
और बंटाई क्या बोलते तुम नास्टा पानी करके पीए
चाय में चीनी कम कोई मारे दम तो कोई चिलम
सब पुकारे एक ही नाम भोले बम बम
बोलो और बंटाई क्या बोलते तुम नास्टा पानी करके पीए
चाय में चीनी कम कोई मारे दम तो कोई चिलम
सब पुकारे एक ही नाम भोले बम बमEmbed |
A Day Without A Rhyme Lyrics
A day without a rhyme
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Step into my world, let the lyrics lead the way
Its a place of escape that deviates from the everyday
A resort of a sort, its for your mind though
So you relax them acts, and me, I let the rhyme flow
So you can follow it, chew it before you swallow it
The lyric is a delicate thing, you shouldnt holler it
And yell it , its , give your lyrics your all
But remember one thing, a weak rhyme could be your downfall Take it from me cause Im a hip hop authority
Poetry redemption is our number one priority
A day without a rhyme is like a day without sunshine
How can you unwind without a funky drum line?
I cant see it, let the Ken Wood kick
Why? Cause rhyming is my game, and the mic is like a joystick
I never lose, my lyrics sting like a hornet
I get ready for help, this for the town before the storm hits
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Perform is eternal, and in my lifetime
I hope I never have to see a day without a rhyme
Legendary, the lyrical olympian
Merciless and cruel, I rule cause Im the champion
Defending my position like a heavyweight fighter
A dope rap writer, deadly as a poisonous spider
Yeah, no comparison, the women seem mysterious
My lyrics work as servants, leaving listeners delirious
Under my hypnosis on the edge of their seat
Its like a science fiction movie, with groovy hip hop beats
So just relax and youll enjoy the double feature
Let my vocals take control of your soul, then let the rolling reach you
You cant ignore the dance floor anymore
The rhymes are mind blowing for the fancy and the hardcore
Hip hop lovers who pump it as a past-time
The furthest sent from their mind, a day without a rhyme
A day without a rhyme
Without a strong rhyme to step to
A day without a rhyme
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Floating atop a growing sea of MCs
Liquidating sucker rappers like a fatal disease
Thats right, I flick lives like boogers from my fingers
My assassin has my back, smoking dope just like a gunslinger
Im just a merciless dog, you know the time
Id rather die than go a day without a rhyme
You see, a lyric is a poets personal emotion
A pocket full of holes, he throws a deep devotion
is stretching, keeps the roof constantly running
My craftiness and cunning makes the floor so stunning
Its as dumb as it can be, theres not an MC who can hang with me
They like to battle but they never wanna bang with me
Cause Im a real, dirty and dogmatic
In fact Im just a dope rhyme fanatic
I like to rock the party every time I get a chance to
But on a day without a rhyme what would you dance to?
but no, its nothing like this
The drums are death, and my DJ has a crisp twist
Larger than life, dear mayor of the new school
Flushing rappers out like a motherfucking whirlpool
Bloodthirsty, a witch and a boy, yeah
The MC destroy your boy, what can I do for you?
You dont want me, youll never survive
Youll be eaten alive the very second you are mine
So do yourself a favour, save your breath
And take a step to me and youll step into the arms of death
And quite frankly, that will be a real slither
I rarely use the , is it time to feel the flipper, boy?
This 89, my rhymes are clicking like clockwork
I need a Grammy, so Im a piece of chalk work
entertaining you, I kick fiction
But dont be alarmed if you hear a contradiction, that
Whos to say what the future might bring?
By the grace of Allah, Ill just continue doing my thing
Creeping the math, and then that constant movement
But do say lyrics that can stand no improvement, so
Yo, if you were sleeping, or napping, or waking
You know who you are, I guess youre just breathtaking
I write the rhyme to strike you like a lightning bolt
With every finishing stroke, another rap is smoke
So Im the Deej this year, the microphone musketeer
This is the year of the merciless Ameer
, theres no lying in my dialogue
Cause when I go out, Im going like a raw dog
Well this was fun, I hate to break but I gotta run
My homies landing on my box with the 911
See you next time, but in the meantime
Try not to go even a single day without a rhyme
W-Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a strong rhyme to step to
W-Without a strong rhyme to step to
A day without a rhyme
Yeah, dog, that was dopeEmbed |
BBS Plus Friends Lyrics
BBS plus friends
Fluent Form and Illy
Yeah, times two baby, Frankston Line
Yeah, cunt man, Melbourne City!
Yo, you idiots might think Im rappin for the hottest chicks
Im really stackin shifts and rackin shit for a Beaumaris clip
Its expensive, I roll with a loaded clip
Nah, its empty, I get cash when I show the shit
And showmanship is somethin Im not about
I walk down Balcombe with a necklace and my cock hanging out
Im slangin hard to sieve you all day with a chip in my tooth
Im livin proof that drinkin goon mixed with Ma Chin equals truth
I grew up ridin the train from Mennas on the Franga line
Hangin tight with the crew, a young man watchin the bangers live
And to think a young givin his best out
Beaumaris rep, BBS, were on a quest now
In rap, youre nothin but a bum in the street
Im a gun in the seat, makin green plus some in a week
So come and see Fluent from the tone, bringin the heat
My man Illy, Frankston line, bitches take a seat
Beauy bonnet squad, the honest mob from way back
Finally with Illy and Fluent on the same track
But you knew the name back, back before this rap
When yall rapped with the wrist and pissed off a six-pack
As kids with cigs, it was puff-puff-give
As a clique on chicks we first touched muff with
Some false pretense that we knew what we were doin
We just jiggled where the meat went and bounced when she was spewin
Never new blue in paint, just Beauy beer
Laid backs in the bay next to the esky with a beer
It was clear we made empties with an allowance of ten-twenty
And hasnt changed now since movin Beauy to the Bentley
So treat gently yo, you know what were about bro
Pissed as every weekend, straight up in Laos ho
And shout-outs to my homies from Balcombe to south road
To the Melbourne ho show, well welcome you with a mouth-load
Mentone to Beaumaris spent flows that show progress
Gather truth, shatter-proof, sent clones get choked on this
Dent dopes, yet so honest, writtens laced vicious
Now Ill strike, you sound like prison rape victims
Hows the jizzin taste, bitches? We shoutin quotes
Southern flows, Melbourne flows whos bound to blow
Astounding growth, we connect through Balcombe Road
A family original, not down with clones
Intoxicating sound, profound to drown your woes
Stop the hating now or else we pound for jokes
Crowned these scarred half-arsed barred pleading
Now you know the last laugh charred start eating
Step up scarred seedling, reality failure hits
Youre trained to thought we tailed the wit then derailed the trip
Planned scripts like a language, we save our spits
Cant trail or follow our drive, its been trailored bitch
I was Frankston Line born and Frankston Line raised
Sandy sex schooled and sandwiched by day
Between bongs and rap, board shorts, thongs and caps
Out to put where Im from on the map
So, with my animated arse and a talent made to last
I got schooled as a youngster, graduated fast
Hooked with the bonnet squad, drunk Beaumaris slobs
Leave slats demolished, pyramid frolicks
The BBS golden age, olden days to now
Still going young hope, these overrated clowns
Come and go like the trains, my flows like a blowtorch to brains
Yours like a camel toe in the rain
Pea MC and Fluent, Rare and the Nudist
Illy the kid like Im carryin shooters, we do this
From Balcombe to Byron, rip up for hip-hop
Thats it cunts, till the next piss up, just piss off
This is Black Rock, the place I was born
And twenty-two years, Ive been walkin in and out the same door
And what more could I ask for?
To tell you the truth, I never want to leave this
Beautiful place, I stay true to my mates
So many memories, dates, many times that Ive abused
And spewed up on my face, BBSs forms fluent
And Fluent Form knew it, we were born brilliant
What more? Its Illy, two for fillin, chokin on Billy
Your best feelin, touchin up breast fillets, were the best
And you blew it, breasts so please get stick out your chest
And do it, we infest like bees nests
Sick like bein to too much sex, yeah
They call me Mr Pecs and your sisters next
Till Im here, Ive got the power and I wouldnt trade it
You know the big clock tower down the road, well I fuckin made it
Got problems? Come down to Balcombe Road
And you know Im in strangle mode, so youd hope
That Im keepin the peace and be thankful, yo
That youre even in my street, let you wankers know
To keep your feet, this raps complete
Yeah, the tracks all right
Yeah, Im fuckin happy with it
It was dope
Frankston line and shit man
Fluey Phizzle
Phizzle whizzle to Illy
Pea squeezy
Pink shirt, pink shirt
Sweet man
Oh shit, the beats stopped
Who gives a fuck?
Nah, the beats still going, what are you talkin about?
Are you deaf?
Oh, now it really has stopped you cunt
Lets get the fuck out of hereEmbed |
One Last Shot Lyrics
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out
Hes choking, how? Evеrybodys joking now
The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow!
Snap back to rеality, ope there goes gravity, ope
There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont
Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows
His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope
He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo, this old rap shit, he
Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him, and
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…
His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardoms
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water
These hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…
No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to-
Five and I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers
And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys
Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option—failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trailers got
To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot
So here I go, its my shot: feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…
You can do anything you set your mind to, manEmbed |
Without Me LyricsIntro :
Obie Trice
Real name no gimmicks
Refrain 1 :
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Refrain 2 :
Guess whos back, back again
Shadys back, tell a friend
Guess whos back, guess whos back?
Guess whos back, guess whos back?
Guess whos back, guess whos back?
Guess whos back?
Verse 1:
Ive created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, Im chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what Ill give ya
A little bit of Candy mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka thatll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when Im not cooperating
When Im rocking the table while hes operating
You waited this long to stop debating
Cause Im back, Im on the rag and ovulating
I know-that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husbands heart problems complicating
So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and play, kiss on your cheek
Thats Nice, Juice on your lips and some on your chin
And get ready cause this stuffs about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, Love you, Debbie!
Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
Verse 2:
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, Buddy!
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves, a rebel
So just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my butt
And its a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so dang much of my butt you ask for me
Well Im back, nana-na nana-na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then Im gonna enter in up
Under your nails like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
Im interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing attention please
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Heres my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
Verse 3:
A-tiskit a-taskit
I go tit for tat with anybody whos talking this stuff, that stuff
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your dog back
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit buddys
And Moby, you can get sold by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed man, show me
You dont know me, youre too old, let go, its over
Nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
Ill be there with a whole list full of new compliments
Ive been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this stuff just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean Im disgusting
But its just me Im just obscene
Though Im not the first king of controversy
I am the best thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself famous
Theres a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerged
But no matter how many fish in the sea
Itll be so empty without me
Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
Outro:
Hum didi lala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lala
Hum didi lala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lala
Kids!Embed |
Freestyle Lyrics:
The only ‘M&M’ I know is Made Men
By the way, he ain’t never gone play me
Show this bitch what it really is to be Shady
I don’t care how much records you sold
You can’t walk through the hood without the Men in Black
You disrespect your moms’ bitch, you deserve a smack
It’s not a black and white thing, that shit’s in the past
I got some white boys from Boston that’ll bust your ass
:
Yo, Slim, you gon let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you cant let him skate with that...!Embed |
Male Prostitue Part 2 LyricsPlease transcribe the song
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All I Think About LyricsEmbed |
Shit On You Lyrics
Ill shit on you, ha
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, Ill shit on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, Ill shit on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, Ill shit on you
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, Ill shit on you
I will shit on you
Ill shit on you
Girl you know, its true
Ill shit on you
Bitch or man, or dude
Ill shit on you
I will shit on you
I remain
Fatter than gluttony, tapin bombs on the back of record companies
Blow em up if they aint wantin me
The National Guards, they scared of huntin me
I love beef; I got you hoes ducking me
A drug thief, bitch, Ill take your marijuana
These slugsll keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna
Its this lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade
In the pool with ya mama, attack her by the legs
Then I pull her to the bottom Swifts nuttin up like a condom
Slappin if you fuckers got a problem
When I see em you hoes ending up in a fuckin mausolеum
Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in the garagе while you screamin
Keep the motor on then Im leavin, Ill shit on you
I will shit on you I dont care who you are
Ill shit on you
I dont give a fuck about you or your car
Ill shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
Ill shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
Ill s...
Im a alcoholic, wheres the fucking toilet?
Pass the hot dog
Bitch, shut your fucking mouth, Ima keep eatin til Richard Simmons
Comes to my house with a chainsaw to cut me out
Ill fuck your wife; I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin a twelve-year-old baby sitter
And all women aint shit
Only good for cookin, cleanin, and suckin dick, and thats it
Im responsible for killin John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my 98 Camry
I dont give a fuck who you are
Ill shit on anybody; truly yours, the idiotic Bizarre
My adolescent years werent shit to what I do now
I never grew up, I was born grown and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant, the incident is I fit in
Ignoring the shit how boring it gets
When theres no one to hit, I dont know when to quit throwin a fit
I know Im a bit flaky, but they make me
Its they who egged me and say they can take me
Its they who legs I break and make achy
Cause they who mistake me make me so angry
Ill spit on you
Start pissin and do the opposite on you
You werent listenin, I said Ill cop a squat on you
Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down and
I will shit on you I dont care who you are
Ill shit on you
I dont give a fuck about you or your car
Ill shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
Ill shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
Ill shit on you
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not Im sicker than he was prior to him dyin
Born brainless, this steel aint stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch, bring it, these niggas that I hang withll
Hang you up naked by your ankles danglin
My need I stay strangling, I dont need your help
If you wont give me the pussy, I dont loosen my belt
Im what your daddys not, your moms kinda cock
Your sisters teen crush, your aunts supply of rocks
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your TEC; Ill beat you wit it across your chest
Yo, its only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when Im drunk, Ill run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than Steve Stoute
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
I see hoes biting, yall dont wanna brawl
Thats like Deebo fighting Peabo Bryson
Fuck what you hollerin and yellin about
Ill reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece
Wit a poisonous sting, Im such a violent thing
I will shit on you I dont care who you are
Ill shit on you
I dont give a fuck about you or your car
Ill shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
Ill shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
Ill shit on you
Once I get on two
Hits of ex my disk slips and disconnects
Til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
It puts five more zany actin maniacs in action
A Rat Pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
And spilling liters of blood like swimming pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I dont deny it, matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by as I start up a damn riot
If you dont wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, Ill shit on you
I will shit on you I dont care who you are
Ill shit on you
I dont give a fuck about you or your car
Ill shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
Ill shit on you
I will fuck your wife if you fuck with me
Ill shit on you
You heard me
Bitch, Ill shit on you
D12 will shit on you
Your life, your wife, your kids, your car
Ill shit on you
Your house, your spouse, your rings, your things
Ill shit on you
Ill shit on you
Ill shit on youEmbed |
We All Die One Day Lyrics
Yeah!
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go!
Niggas know what Im about out here
I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to
You could run your mouth I dont care
But if you get too close Im gon clap you
Its too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It aint considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
Niggas, when I step up in a bar , faggots wanna look
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like Imma stand here as a man and
Let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time
Got guns that mourn niggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas vibes
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade your gray brain meets Motor City pave
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z
O is an animal, skirts get murked
Dont ever let a nigga tell you slugs dont hurt
Dont ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard
Trust in God cause yous about to get catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret right by the nuts
A 4-5 thatll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what Im about out here
I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to
You could run your mouth I dont care
But if you get too close Im gon clap you
Its too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It aint considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
But as long as Im here Im gonna grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Povertyll make your ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
If thats the case, then get a bigger one
You dont think I pack the pump cause Im out the hood?
Thats a stereotype, like everybody thats Black can jump
Im in the white mink, the fabric is done
Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them
Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish Im established, so the cabbagell come
Im in the clouds, you dont see me on the train
I travel first class, you aint even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name cause I aint going back and forth
Your boss and your captain soft
Niggas know what Im about out here
I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to
You could run your mouth I dont care
But if you get too close Im gon clap you
Its too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It aint considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
Cause we gon bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon get it
Name em we gon hit em chew em up and spit em out
Too much venom and if you roll with em
We gon fuck you up with em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them,
You know how we do it when we do
How we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins
Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though
Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorios
Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill
Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I dont smoke
But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke
Im an OG, youre fucking with a G.I. Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc
Im a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me
When I retire Ill be spitting baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog
Ill show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that Im loco, ése?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
Im Slim Sha-D and the D is for deez nuts
And you can get each one for free so feast up
Ill pee in a cup for three months
Im having an E party for Easter please come
Cause we gon
We gon bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon get it
You name em and well hit em, chew em up and spit em out
Hock-ptui Too much venom and if you roll with em
We gon fuck you up with em
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
Im the strongest around, you know how I get down
I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die
If you trying to buy guns, Im the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on them? They still look new
You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, Im fitting to cut something
They say I walk like Ron ONeal, and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, the bitch dont know me
Hahaha, sorry Kim
Niggas know what Im about out here
I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to
You could run your mouth I dont care
But if you get too close Im gon clap you
Its too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It aint considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one dayEmbed |
Thug Boy LyricsLYRICS WILL BE ADDED ONCE ALBUM DROPSEmbed |
Hamilton Mashup Lyrics
Look...
I am not throwing away my shot!
I am not throwing away my shot!
Hey yo, Im just like my country
Im young, scrappy and hungry
And Im not throwing away my shot!
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
Im a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope
There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont
Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows
His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope
He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo, this old rap shit, he
Better go capture this moment and hope it
Enter me!
Dont be shocked when your histry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, youll see my ascendancy
Well its the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3
If you want a doody rhyme, then come see me
Ive got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin
I keep it on and on, its never quitting time and
His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardoms
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water
These hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
You better-
Cause you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
Cause you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
Well, you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
You only get-
One hint, honey
You sure did put on a show
Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot
On your ass and bust your eardrums
Listen everybody cause Im shifting gears
Im-
-with you, but the situation is fraught
Youve got to be carefully taught:
If you talk, youre gonna get shot!
Im that kid in the corner
All fd up and I wanna so Im gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, Im not quittin
Think Im-a change up my style just to-
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper
Oh, am I talkin too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that Ill make yall proud
Lets get this guy in front of a crowd
And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys
Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option—failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trailers got
To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot
So here I go, its my shot: feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got
You better
Listen everybody cause Im shifting gears
Im fresh like Dougie when I get my specs
And
Get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
Top notch is my stock on the soapbox
Ive got more rhymes than Ive got gray hairs
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Ive got a hole in my head and theres no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts
Im thinking too much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
Ill have to step back, I gotta contemplate
Well, Im like Lee Perry, Im very
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Whens it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought Id live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, thats plenty
Cause you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
Cause you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
Well, you cant, you wont, and you dont stop
MCA, come and rock the sure shot
If you had one shot and one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
MCA, come and rock the sure shot
I know the action in the street is excitin
But Jesus, between all the bleedin n fightin
Ive been readin n writin
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? Whats the state of our nation?
Im past patiently waitin
Im passionately smashin every expectation
Every actions an act of creation!
Im laughin in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, Im thinkin past tomorrow
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…
Gone and a-rocking the sure shot
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better...
You can do anything you put your mind to man
Gone and a-rocking the sure shotEmbed |
Lean Back Lyrics
Stop! Its the motherfucking remix!
Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back
Who in the world want a problem with that?
I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back
Who in the world want a problem with that?
I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world want a problem with that?
Yeah, uh, yo
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
Yo, yo, yo
You know its deja vu, and the day yall do
Itll be the day yall bleed
Wrist minus eighty degrees
King of Harlem, aint nobody made me leave
Who else could take five years off?
Cold turkey? Come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate, then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jakes on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call them wanna get their mase on
You hot 16, Im a very great song
They beating on the DJ booth fore the Ma$e song
You play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2Xs and three Bentley bulls
Lean back
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
Cause hes back, come on
Lean back, lean back, lean back
Eminem, whats up! Hey!
You dont want no problems with Harlem
You dont want no problems with the boogie-down Bronxster
You dont want no drama with the blonde bomber
Original Don Dada of the blonde bottle
The model from White America
Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$e back to re-per-e-sent
E-ver-y-thing else in between
Including the percentages of the rest we dont
The best from each coast, the midwest to the dirty-dirty
Even further to Miami, all the way back to Californ-i-a
Itd probably be best right now if I warn Dre
To get on the horn and tell Im about the storm coming all our way
So tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait
Shake that ass a little more my way, but baby, I dont dance
Not that I cant, theres a pistol in my pants, come on
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
No Judas or cowardice or Cains brother
Abel is able to stop me, nigga, not me!
Got the streets asking Damn, who can top P?
Summer Jam? Killed it, man, I did it all with one beat
I guess Im bi-coastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
As the wheel keeps spinning
I can hear niggas thinking, Crack got one hit, then he out
Nope! Joey bring them semis out
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
So much rappers acting in the game
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmys out
Lean back, motherfuckers
This heres a three-peat, we back at the Rucker
Its Cook Coke Crack, preach it to ya, brother
The Mike Moore rap and preach you motherfuckers
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
Said my niggas dont dance
We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway
Now lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back, come on
Said my niggas dont dance we just pull out our gats
And say blow your back away, fuck nigga
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
I said my niggas dont dance we just pull out our gats
And say blow your back away, bitch nigga
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, heyEmbed |
Canopy Freestyle Lyrics
Shady family
We hold it down like a mothafuckin canopy
And I dont even know
What a canopy is
What yo I gots to flow
This is my mo or my dimo
When I throw your mothafuckin demo
Out the limo window of it
And I dont care what the fuck the public
Really thinks of it they can shove it
Up their mothafuckin assholes or their whole ass
They dont know the ass I hold in the ground so fast
I can come with this delivery yall cant get wit me
Shiver me timbers here we go yall wimpers
And whinin and we be designin the rhymes
Off our mind and the top of our domes
While youre on your cellular phones
Tellin your man yo Eminem Proof is on the microphone
Yo hurry up and go dial and keep it locked in
Cause we be shockin
Yo here he is a lot of people out there is curious
They say my freestyles is furious as Shade 45 yes yes yall
In the place to be I wreck your body like cholesterol
The best of all I test the balls any man that wanna
Come and ???? Im in the game for a minute now
Yo the Green Lantern bout to spin it now
Ayo yo when in doubt hit the man off right now
Yall come on come on
Lets see if I can go off the top of the head
With the same flow that I kept on this record already been said
Yo here I go again, once one more time
When I be kickin this fuckin flawless rhyme
And yall dont understand cuz yall cant ever beef wit me
Battle me whatever scadattles you cuz you go to Seattle
And you can see from here to Satelite radio
Its Slim Shady on Shady forty five radio
And I can say it slow or I can say it fast
It dont matter cuz really on the mic I whoop your ass
I whoop your mothafuckin ass from here to thurr
And I cant even see you but I dont even curr
Cuz Im sure that if you try to fuck wit me but luckily
People steppin up to me really dont wanna fuck wit me
Cause if they try to do they gon get fuckin fucked up gee
Cause listen to the rhyme and you be tryin walk up to me
And step to me with that mental telepathy when ya life is in jeapordy
And mothafuckas know they cant step to me
Pull out the fuckin weaponry the pepper spray
Here we go so step away from the fuckin microphone
This is ??? Yo yesterday I seen this girl from around the way
And she had nice titties and ass and I said damn I cant let you pass
So I walked up to her and said miss can I give your asshole a kiss
She said yes, she said no then she said yes but spank me slow
So I did then next thing you know she said
Heres my number holla at the kid I said holla at the kid
I dont understand holy shit the damn chick was a man
Oh god oh lord no lord please dont applaud cuz Im really not sure
If that was the right thing to doEmbed |
Siçovullara İthaf Lyrics
Şalvar beldən aşağıdır
Məndə belə yaşam
Neynəsək, eynən uşaq kimiyik
Verək başa bu kirli küçəni
Trackdəkini gücənib
Büdcəni hesablasaq
Olar rəqəm ya bol sıfırlı
Ya üç hərf
Hələ buna şükür deyib eləsəm də duanı
Bulanır ürəyim amma ki qusmağa da utanır
On dənə cibi var sallanan şalvarımın
Beşində dollardır, beşi də ki siçovula yuvadır
Sən bunu dinləyib də bir an deşiyə girmə
Keçən il başladım baxıcılıq işinə
Bir də pis bir örnəyim var ki, heyvanı bəsləyirəm heyvanla
Siçovulu yemləyirəm pişik ətiylə
Bu içimdəki səslərdir, kəsilə bilməz
Əsinlənib də yazıb verseü bəsit əlimdə
Rapi at qırağa
Bu kabinkada danışdıqlarım sənə daha çox şey öyrədir ağsaqqal nəsihətindən
Keçib əziyyətimdən
O da belə batar
Amma quru bu avokado
Attack, fuck up
Başımın çevrəsində də fırlanırsa makarlar
Həyat tam rap, nə musiqi, nə vocaldır
Nədənsə FRhyme istəyir pul və fame
İnan, bəlkə də beyni yanıb
Bu oyunda da The Gamei var
Klipdə lüt qızlar eləsin üzümə make up
Okay, брат
Amma bunu eləməz, FRhyme eyni qalır
At bütün CDləri, FRhymeın bahalı tapein al
Heç lazım deyil babyface, ya gay, ya da ki lady fan
Qorxmam, çağırsalar da üstümə Van Damme
Qan-qan! deyir ürəyim
Maşına bam bam!
Şərəfsizin şərəfinə qaldıraq şampan
Girdim arabesk partiyə əlimdə baltam
Tam tam, qan fontan, qoymadım sağ adam
İz buraxmadım amma biraz əlimdə qan var
Ha, ha! Bunu ancaq pis beyinlər anlar
Yorğunam, qəbul edim isti vanna
Yatmaq istəyirəm, sabah daha çox günah işləyim
Sən də mənlə gələ bilərsən
Salam, axmaq, salam!Embed |
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Business Lyrics
Marshall, sounds like an SOS...
Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, youre fuckin right...
To the rapmobile, lets go...
{Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, its showtime, hurry hurry, step right up
Introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldnt want to be anywhere else
In the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}...
You bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol Doc is, {back}, looks like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadams got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his
Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums
Syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, im inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
A state of 911, so...
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}...
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, look at
All the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when Im gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you aint even impressed no more, youre used to
It, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the
Most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all
So much, they make it all up, theres no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks
And cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when youre rappin and you know
What for, the show must go on, so Id like to welcome yall to Marshall and Andres carnival
Cmon now...
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}...
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know whos
Fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can
Even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and
Never even see me blink or get to bustin a sweat, people steppin over people just to rush to
The set, just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so
Breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats
MCs dont see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo sheezy
Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me, till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into
The mountains, nothin but clowns down here, but we aint fuckin around round here, yo Dre
What up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now...
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}
Lets get down to business, I dont got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Lets shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}...
So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay
And never go away until our dying day until were old and grey, {Marshall}, so until next time
Friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...Embed |
Lose Your Enéas LyricsNowadays the mankind is watching, astonished, the extraordinary and unusual worldwide fact that moves daily, as in a giant billiard table, enormous ciphers flying around, as bits and bytes, at the speed of the light, transferring, from one point to another of the planet, fabulous fortunes, in a true speculative orgy completely dissociated from reality, without any correspondence with reality of our physical world – the so-called globalization
It seems to those not fully aware, in which I include here, sadly, the great majority of citizens, that this process is creating a world in which everyone will have access to a higher standard of life with greater social justice. That fact comes to us by the media as a cure-all for the biggest world problems
As a matter of fact, it’s necessary to be pointed out that only 2-3% of all those transactions, raising to 3 trillion dollars a day – only 2 to 3 percent! – refer to commercial and industrial activities. On the other hand, the great majority of financial transactions is purely speculative – as if money, by itself, would be able to generate more money! That’s a fantasy that is carrying the world economy to a dire end
Until the 70s, the Bretton-Woods rules were followed. Money, to flow between nations, needed a previous government authorization. There was a fixed exchange rate between the currencies of the greatest industrialized nations. The FED assured with gold equivalent any transaction. In other words, there were restrictions to the flow of speculative money. In 1973, the US government imposed an unilateral rupture and the barriers disappeared
“Gold reserves are no longer necessary! Money is no more the wealth symbol, it is the wealth proper!” A fiction – in such a way, that it goes to the edge of insanity! – is supported by a group of worldwide institutions, the so-called international financial system. And here I include the IMF, the World Bank, the World Trade Organization and so on. That is the money empire! The false money! The real speculation conducting the mankind to its ruin and destruction!
Well, gentlemen, it is with that false money that mega speculators, through the world, are willing to buy real riches of all developing countries. In Brazil, they are selling out, by the dozen, all of our strategic state companies. The right words are these: they are giving away all of our strategic resources – including Vale do Rio Doce company, the greatest iron mining company in the world, by only three billion dollars, equivalent to less than half of one percent of its estimated value
In Brazil, we have the greatest reserves in the world of niobium, titanium, first-quality quartz. We are the greatest gold producers in Latin America. We have the richest sub-soil in this planet, and we are seeing our riches going there, cheap, to the industrialized countries
President Clinton, during the Summit of the Americas in Santiago recently said: “Your prosperity lifts ours, our prosperity lifts yours”. Is that really true? From the Brazilian states of Amapá and the Minas Gerais, we have carried millions of tons of manganese sold by insignificant prices. Now, in those Brazilian states, we have only big land craters – holes! – and our manganese rests in Pennsylvania. It is now part of the US strategic inventory. In the future, we’ll have to pay whatever price they want for that same mineral
Let me call your attention to another fact: we are naturally the richest country in the world, for while in at least one state of the US, it is necessary the desalinization of water for having fresh water, we have 21% of the fresh water sources in the planet. We are the fifth country in territorial extension. We receive solar energy all year long, all over the country. That huge and inconceivable amount of energy is partially stored on the bonds of atoms and molecules, of the carbohydrates and the lipids in the plants, from where we extract alcohol, and oils, that can substitute petroleum, allowing Brazilian energy independence!
We don’t have aggressions! We don’t have earthquakes! We don’t have hurricanes, and the like! Nevertheless, two-thirds of our population live in an unacceptable condition! Half of them live in absolute poverty, in absolute misery! Brazilian government pays to the international creditors, and their Brazilian representatives, about half of the gross national income, that’s to say, five billion dollars a month, only as interest! The internal and external debts altogether represent today the astronomic cipher of a half trillion dollars. Government maintains a fiction of currency stability, concealing the disorderly growth in public debt and promoting the destruction of all the industrial production chain of the country, with mass importation of industrialized products, and even food
Our party, PRONA, rises against that process. Is imperative a new Bretton-Woods. But, as we don’t have the condition to impose such an agreement on the international scenario, and as we do have, in our country, all that we need for our survival, there is only one option not to drown. We’ll break with the international financial system! We’ll no longer accept this speculator’s extortion! We’ll sit down for negotiations, impose our sovereignty! We’ll price our goods with justice! The interest rates that we’ll pay shall be the lowest possible! That is the only way to proclaim our economic independence. Thank you very muchEmbed |
Layin In The Cut Lyrics
Shady, Ca$his, King Mathers
Classic, lets go
Im sittin back, thinkin, drinkin, Im loaded and barely breathin
Im spillin on the seats of my old school black Lincoln
Im riding with the heat, off a pill and never speaking
My vest is Level III, thanks to Em, Im not bleedin
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me
Penitentiary in my future cause Im falling
My part of history is to follow the Lords calling
But niggas mess with me til they all on the floor crawlin
Im poppin with no warnin, Im hotter than global warmin
Im floodin the block with coke, knowin you all want it
This life I was born in, homie, Im ready and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label
Im daily prayin to Proof, he know Im tellin the truth
That I love King Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy never through , cause we be ridin for you
And if you niggas out there really want them problems then move
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
Im popping a Xannie to keep me humble, my family
If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal with my constant insanity
Im the Chic, is it vanity? I walk and hit guaranteed
Your bitch wanna mess with me, Im always undressing these
Niggas be testing me, so the law be arresting me
But I bail out fast after an hour of questioning
You dont know who I be, you aint seen MTV
Maybe on BET, Im who you wanna be
Im sitting here in the D, with Rugers and nickel beams
The Capo and Shady, Ca$his forever remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it
I cant change it, this is me
Im tryna get out the street and be in the industry
But yall niggas perpetrators, you gangsta pretend to bes
Im off of this Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy
Im a motherfucking problem, you kinda remember me
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat
My patience is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the nigga that nobody like again
Niggas in the studio dont wanna come write with him
Cause you know when you hear the flow, Im writing like Eminem
Who was putting his life on my pen, you gotta write it again
Im blowing dro in the wind, you can hear my first verse
I know Im still a win, you niggas is feminine
Im good in any hood, from the Chucks to the Timberlands
A venomous lyricist, who be living it period
Running circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you idiots
Its hard to survive, in this game of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll bring the millions in
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
Huh, King Mathers and Ca$his
Look what the fuck just happened Embed |
Speedom Cover Lyrics
I gotta pick it up where they left off
Never be another chopper coming, thats what Tech thought
Yo Im the new generation syllable obliteration
For your information, Im coming and giving them headshots
I keep the tires rolling Firestone, Im never tired on it
I could fight a lion, aint no mountain I cant climb up over
I would tell myself I would be something when I get older
Now Im older tryna figure it out the world so I can hold it
Ravenous, no I aint having it dont bring me a salad
Im grabbing a leaf of the lettuce and Im smacking em
Im never happy until Im eating the head of a cattle
My meat and breads is what Im after until Im smacking em
I bend em Im breaking em down
Haters will really be hating me now
But what they gone say to me now?
Im not thinking about it
I think about the world some of yall think of balling more
But how can yall ignore everything going up in Baltimore
Like whoa leave me outta the police brutality
But if you dont stand up you gone see it happening
Probably thinking the media only shows it up on the TV like its a TV show
But its really reality
Its not a black thing but were getting all the battering and torture
So of course theyre gonna resort to battling
Cops are gunning more
Whatll it take 100 more shots to see if they want a war?
Stand and fight! What you running for?
And the news only wanna show the worst part of it, the rioting
But why are they rioting who started it
Im not saying get a couple Glocks
Take a couple shots, kill a couple cops
Cause that really aint solving it
I promise that some officers are human beings like you and me
Truthfully yall stereotyping all of em
Like they do black people thats what the problem is
Fighting fire with fire and wondering where the water is
Guess Im tryna make it rain gotta make a change
Gotta make all of the hate disappear like Im David Blaine
Chopping it up into little confetti, Im a machete
My mind is sharp as the blade of it I know I gotta be ready
For whatever whenever it happens and whether Im rapping or not
I wanna make sure forever and ever my passion is on 100
Until Im passing em all and end up with Eminem, Kaliko, Tecca Nina
We gotta give em that...
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Speedom!
Sometimes I feel
Like Ill never slow down
Sometimes I feel
Like Ill never slow down
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Mockingbird Remix Lyrics
Yeah, I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now. But hey, whatd Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip! What you cryin about? You got me
KTCG Dropping Another Mixtape
Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad
When Im gone, but Im tryin to give you the life that I never had
I can see youre sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry
Cause youre scared, I aint there
Daddys with you in your prayers
No more cryin, wipe them tears
Daddys here, no more nightmares
We gon pull together through it
We gon do it, Lainie—Uncles crazy, aint he?
Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it
Were all we got in this world, when it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls
Lookin puzzled, in a daze, I know its confusin you
Daddys always on the move, Mommas always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growin up as Daddy that he had to see
Daddy dont want you to see, but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have got so bad between us, I dont see us ever bein
Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be, but its just something
We have no control over, and thats what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day well wake up and thisll all just be a dream
Now hush, little baby, dont you cry
Everythings gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddys here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommys not here right now, and we dont know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise, Mommas gon be alright
Bought a mockingbird but no Katniss Everdeen
See i do not have a daughter but i still have family
And that is something that you simply cannot take away from me
You can try, try again, one oppurtunity
I see my little brothers how they both are lookin up to me
And im ashamed, theres noone else to blame
Except for me myself and i, swear to god id give my life
Any minute of the day, anytime they gotta problem they come talk to brother Trey
Thats just something that I need to fix
I seem to busy for them both I’m caught up in the mix
Guys, im sorry, i really havent been payin attention
University of Memphis so that dad can pay tuition
I just want you guys to get the same experience as me
It’s something that you don’t wanna miss out on and you’ll see
That I just wanted what’s best, the feelings been expressed
I’m hoping when I show yall this you both’ll be impressed
That your brother was a rapper, you’re sister was a tapper
Remember that time we went fishing and you caught a snapper
Yeah me neither, thats because it never even happened
All the memories from both of you they start to overlappin
If theres something that i need you both to simply understand
Its that life, it gets difficult, you cannot hold my hand
But don’t you worry, Bubbas always gonna have your back
I’ll always be there for you both, i mean it Luke and Matt
Now hush, little baby, dont you cry
Everythings gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddys here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommys not here right now, and we dont know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise, Mommas gon be alright
And if you ask me to, Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird
Ima give you the world
Ima buy a diamond ring for you, Ima sing for you
Ill do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird dont sing and that ring dont shine
Ima break that birdies neck
Ill go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat, dont fuck with Dad! Embed |
I Do This Lyrics
On some real shit
Nigga I do this shit
Ive been in the cage, and still was not afraid
Take a look at the gangster daddy didn’t raise
Young and a renegade, you a young nickel shay
You cant keep a bitch even with the dumbest brain
Ive been through so much pain, going against the grain
Knowin’ this trick is made for leavin a nigga sprayed
Uncle was runnin thangs, thats why I joined the gang
I got fame to make my partners do the same
You may not know about me, police be talkin about me
Drama be all around me while this dark cloud surround me
Ampin the levels are rough, niggas who never do trust, pick up the metal and bust, fightin is never enough
Holdin the cane in my cuff, stashin’ my heat in the tuck, you tryin’ clap and Im right back with hammers and
Sippin’ in the back a the truck, tryin to survive the month
Stealin diapers, formula, and boxes of blunts
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
I went from bein the asshole of the classroom to washin up in the McDonalds bathroom
At this point in my life I felt past doom, Im a single parent daughter gotta have food
Her first birthday, all I could do was, walk to the Taco Bell and split a Chalupa
A dollar to my name didnt even have the change for tax the cashier gave thanks for that
I used to literally tell Miana I love her and secretly wish that I was dead, like her mother
No one to run to my life went under
Shotguns bust at me twice this summer
Got locked up couldnt depend on my mother
No letters or visits, a mil from my gunnas
Baby mom she didnt even know I said I love her
Thanksgiving in prison while she fucking another
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
I came up but Im still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
Im back at, wont back down, I clap crowds
Imagine livin life with smokers in the background
I gotta felony all I can do is rap now
P.O. tryin to force me to put the gat down
Violations drop dirty days thirty and the county for one more time of this ya heard me?
Hey Mr. Washburn, jail dont scare me
You know how many niggas outside wanna hurt me
Im wit the turf bleed, I can make the Earth freeze
I plot pressure and fold em like a nurserys
I got more seeds, two baby mommas and they both livin with me
Im supposed to get cheese, I see these rich kids ridin in they Bentleys, Ive snatched out the bucket that dips they wanna frisk me, now I got no wip, sleepin in Dennys
Picture for pennies until the law come back to get me
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
I came up but Im still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, nigga I do this shit
Now thats an honest record for yo ass, nigga
I aint always had cash nigga
Niggas was hustlin was grindin, broke as fuck
But I do this shitEmbed |
I Like A Girl Freestyle Lyrics
Yo here we go me and my man Proof again
They want the drunk freestyle so we gon slurr
We gon slurr and all type of shit can ocurr
I got my pen back yo thank you very much
Yo yo you need a ladies touch
Then you better go ask your man R--
Whoops oh whoop hey hey ho only playin
This is ??? and I am and listen now
Lay down sit back what Im sayin
Its real and I feel shit is always mad real and the feel
You get killed fuck around and lay down
On the muddy playground which is bloody now
Youre suddenly gay now and didnt even mean it
But yo all of a sudden you and ya home boy just stuck his penis
Right up your bung hole and here we go were bout to let one go
Proof get on the mic and tell these ladies what you do and dont like
I like a girl cuz Im a lebria, I like a girl to smoke cheeba
I like a girl thats fat and old like a reaper
I like a girl when I see that she comes through my speaker
I like a girl that got stretch marks I like a girl that loves to fart
I like a girl that takes my heart and that takes me home at night
Yo when its dark I like a girl
You like a girl? Yo I like a girl too, a girl thats my world
A girl that kinda reminds me of a squirrel
Cause she always got my nuts in my mouth
I mean her mouth its what I meant to say
I dont put my own nuts in my mouth cuz they wouldnt fit
Hey okay so listen to what Im tryna say
Now let me rewind and gain composure
Now here we go its the explosion of the edosure
Edosior the indonesia that I be smokin havin a seizure
When Im attackin this mic and I fuckin freeze ya
At my leizure, I had my own leizure
Cause I ceased the mic so here we go lyrical miracle
Spiritual spirical sperial on the stereo its the imperial
And I eat them Cs like cereal captain crunch
You get slapped in lunch for actin tough
Like back in the day we smackin the gays
I said we smackin the strays on top of that we clappin wit gays
Gay meanin happy, nappy, scrappy yo come slap me
Pretty girls cuz I like the girls I like the girls
With the pretty little curlsEmbed |
Business - Live At The Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit / 2002 Lyrics
Detroit, whats my name? Marshall!
I cant hear you!
One more time, whats my name? Marshall!
Bitches and gentlemen! Its showtime!
Hurry hurry, step right up!
Introducing the star of our show
His name is Marshall!
You wouldnt wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without further ado, I bring to you Marshall!
You bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is back
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddams got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
Vrinn, vrinn! Yeah, here I come, Im inches
Away from you, dear, fear none Uh Huh!
Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1, so Come on!
Lets get down to business Detroit!
I dont got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, I want everybody lets shut the shit down To sing this shit!
On these clowns; can I get a witness? Hell yeah!
Lets get down to business
I dont got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down
Say what! On these clowns; can I get a witness? Hell yeah!
Quick, gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles
Gee willikers, Proof, holy bat syllables!
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Detroit
When Im gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best
You aint even impressed no more, youre used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on
In eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much
They make it all up, theres no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People, when youre rappin and you know what for
The show must go on; so Id like to welcome yall
To Marshall and Detroits carnival, cmon!
Now lets get down to business
I dont got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, everybody say what! lets shut the shit down
On these clowns; can I get a witness? Hell yeah!
Lets get down to business
I dont got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down
On these clowns; can I get a witness? Hell yeah!Embed |
Brenda Lyrics
Dial tone
Hi baby, how you doing?
Whats up? its me
Umm, Marshall
Really this is Kim right?
Ohh Im sorry
Hold music
Hi baby, its me
This is Brenda?
Yo what the fuck... Brenda... I knew it I fuckin knew it Brenda you told me you didnt do this shit. I was gonna get the security fence an everything around the fucking house. I was gonna fix the window, everything. You told me you didnt do this shit. Why do you do this to me?
Brenda!
I cant beliеve I finally fucking found you. You treated me like shit, you fuckin know you treat me- you treat me like shit Im tellin- Why you laughing at me? Yo you know who the fuck I am bitch this is- Yo what the fuck
Yo what the fuck
Yo who you talkin to?, who you talkin to?
Ill come down there and fuckin pop you I swear to god you- fucking slut, Ill kill you Ill fucking kill you Ill kill your ass you motherfucking bit- You told me You told me You told me you loved me. Why did you tell me you love me then? Why you tell me you love me then? Motherfucker, I cannot fuckin believe youre gonna sit there an play stupid. You gonna play stupid with me? Oh lets play stupid, Its time to play stupid Brenda. Brenda, you think I dont remember? I saw you and him, walkin in the rain. Youre fuckin him aint you? Youre fuckin him aint you? Bitch, This is Slim Mothafuckin Shady Embed |
Is Eminem Really a Rap God? Pt. 3 Lyrics Eminem
Straight to the radio station
The very next day, Hey Fab, Ima kill you!
Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed
Eminem
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman?
Innovative and Im made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and itll glue to you and
Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
DNA Tru Lyricist
Defy my enemies, I aint gotta lie my niggity gettin sick of the comedy bombing the competition with anomalies
Probably gonna be the reason I disappear when Im wrecking the mic while they make fun of me
The money be the minimal reason, Im spittin the heat and Im leaving em bleeding all sentimental
When I be leaving em heavens upheaving while I be looking at em with a devilish look on my face!
Murder any motherfucker thinking they bringing it better
Toppin em all, poppin em all, and Im doing it for the cheddar
They give me money, then you think it funny Fucken em all up with the speed. There aint a motherfuckin spitter
kVr
And I be bringing it back and Im wreckin it and Im attacking, Im ringing in speakers and when Ima rapping and chopping your minds bout to blow
And Im stepping in and I may serving up syllable karate, several syllables will be now severed through time and Im chopping it up as Im coming and making incredible flow
And Im thinking of breaking em off when Im taking a breath
Then I be rhyming, opposing your wrath
Ima now coming and rhyming in wonderful timing, aint leaving that path
Ready for whatever and if you run up youll suffer then with aftermath
Because Ill bring you the torment when I be feeling that moment, better believe in this omen, cause when Im coming, Ima just bringing you all the death
Ima now
Crucified
Ill be riding around the atmosphere, imma sting em with that pitiful venom
Aint nobody got the wrath and then I put em in a bag amd ne baking em quicker
Hacking and backing and packing fuck it Im saying to come and get em my venom
Better be coming and breaking all of you have you ever seen em?
Im sicker and wickeder planning on picking the scene up gotta be hearing that breaking up anybody topping the clip and Im bringing the chopper I gotta be the one to come on perimeter get up I hit em Im coming to heat it a syllable when I blow up you better get up if I call get ready for the war, Ive seen all the war I sit in it warm Im sending a body but nobody want ever to come and to get it I feel em I heat em I eat em up, I lost everybody not giving up, I might be crucified like the criminals, nobody wanna call it and give it up
I take it they be watching
Tonedeff
Up in the morning I feel the immediate beat of my heart that is speeding up
Feeding a demon that’s seeking to eat at my being
I get up to pee and I think of a million things that I need to achieve
And the chi is depleting I’m sinking while dreaming of singing
I’m brushing my teeth, and Im seeing the bleeding
My vigorous scrubbing is leaving the gums till they’re bloody and beaten
My stomach is screaming for something appealing to munch in the PM
But what I’ve been dealing with really been keeping my hunger receding
I want to proceed but I’m weak, and wiggin the fuck out I’m freaking
I’m stuck in a rut and the wheels of my brain
MistaSL
Coming to getem hitem with my venom then ima be chopping them all into pieces!
Chopping a body cause im a killer so I do it with minimal reasons
Rippingem up to illest chopper when I get up on the track!
Bout to be banging them all when I am ready to attack!
Then im tearing your body down to a molecular scale!
When the cops find your body it will already be pale!
Dumping the guts over the side into the bay, over the rail
Chopping off your head, and send it to your parents through the mail
Spitting so many bars they’re swarming you like a monsoon
Ending so many people, at this point I think that
Mizury Mize
Packing semen of a demon being a heathen beating seeds in any region making a legion while Im reading it like Ima rapping yakkin Charles Manson
While I be given a reason for you to believe in Im a beast beasting it every season teething and feasting feeding Off beats like Im treating myself for my own personal satisfaction
Acting up acting out with the action with tactics putting tax on the verses im no freestyler my style isnt free febreezing it fresh with the way that I be serving up the motherfuking murder
When working overtime being a hard worker performing that lyrical serial killer horror Halloween when Im on the scene making it reality Optimiz Prime sort of like a Transformer
While packing a quarter of dab like a disorder dabbing upon these motherfuckers, swerve
When I hit them with the words merged in a verse converted in a sweet entree serving dessert first
Chopper tongue twisting it with a curve gassing them till it burns Im that Chopper they warned you about to ask around about me to get to chopping properly and when you ready to pay attention and stay steady and learn
BoneZ
Im outta North Dakota sick of freezing on the the corner so I took it down to Florida and I hoped you didnt notice
But the money was important we were gonna take it over but were troubled and were broken I could see the devil hoping that wed fall apart and break it down
Im never gonna take an L I really gotta make it now or take a bow and fade it out
A better way to say it than I really kinda hate it now?
Failed the tox report the fuck yall talkin bout?
Double time a minute and I keep up with the speed of light, a mothafucka thinkin that hes better
SplytSecond
Got em reading off of the lyrics it’s difficult to follow
When I’m blazing down the interstate a foot upon the throttle
When I splatter the wall with the haemeoglobin and show it off to the public is how
I’m modeling a mottle better get a bigger bottle
To be able to stomach when I decapitate at the capital leaving em captivated
To get a payment or be vindicated for debacles
Gripping a pair of the triggers I’m finna be ripping and tearing the ligaments
Quickly then it gotta be Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Yall better calm down you in need of Tai Chi
Thinking you could ever rip into a
Mac Lethal
She looks so thick and juicy give it to me in the booty shorts
Then you gotta get up in the morn and get out!
Lets speed it up, big breath!
Never been a counterfeit of nothing I am just an elevated
Entity I’m coming and giving it back and then pumping
Dump on every instrument with increments of sentiments
And syllables I lunge I’m livid again I’m sticking it in their muffins
Make a couple million I’m hoping to I’m going to
So gimme another reason I should sit around and not experience
Benefits of getting down when all the drivel that they’re spitting
Is so hideous Godzilla fear the viciousness
The Jackal
Planetary Choppers and Ill break it like a bottle
Taking off it in my shuttle, other rappers better scuttle
Cause Im pulling the throttle, imma rock it in my rocket
It better watch it like a pocket and Im better than you sock it in the jaw
Man Im spitting raw, and Im bout to mawl
The Jackals vicious dawg, imma hopping like a frog
Im the rapper with it all, chop ya like a log and down you fall
HA!
Representing AUS and I feel a little lost
Im 15 years old and Im chopping with the gods
How did I get here? Did someone lose a bet?? Yeh!
Honourary member from S.B.R
Yes we are, the Planetary Choppers, stuffing you in lockers cause we bullies on the mic
Interchopper
Callin me a chopper but dont know why beast?
Maybe cuz when choppin Im blazin the beat
Some ofem thinkin Im weird, whatever they mean
Why the fuck they be hatin me?
Choppin through steel Ill be bendin the beat when I run and then turn into brain sick hitem with the same kit Getem and be beatinem in the middle of my verse
Killin while chillin is muthafukin worth
Whateveer Im touching Im murdering during the UC5. Dont you think Im venomous? Turn down youre lame as fuck!!
Coming around with a caution ya finna get out of my rushin
Im sick of these niggas being suckin while they trynna rap fast like an
UNDAGROUND CHOPPER
Dont compare with speed
Deny covering it
Interchopper
Im nailing it with Inter- Speed
Just cam up with delivering unbelievable complexity
Choppin is like velocity, fater it gets harder it hits
Speedin up with a nitrogen just like I have turbo to hit
The name Interchopper says you gotts expect some more heat
Whenever Im havin the best-time- shit when I drop some versesite for fams
Im murdering all of the bars when Imma blast catching up its an Inter-speed burst
Aint nobody ripps it out just like me
Others are lyrical murderers, IMMA SPEED DEMON
Damn it Ill be tha spitter with wicker style comin to killem all comin to get in roll whenever the choppin is gettin down Im wreckin the freakin mic. With droppin the most bars
I said Im a speed demon what means I have no limits
Hackin and fuckin all the bitches who talk Im not choppin with lyrics1Embed |
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Stuntin’ Lyrics
I sip a cup up diabetes in-front of Houdini, go to Hungary to pee-pee, call you a meanie than get Mariahs freebie, that E.T.-looking STD-filled crip, finna see my medical certificate, cause lifes about to get fucked in two, three pieces scattered across the kitchen floor with the knife all bloodied and pattered in the whores spit, seeping through the backyard door, I go to find the girl and drown the hoe, shes dead, fuck it, I call up Obie to fuck it with me, necrophilia, Animal-dissect-aphillia, Amelia ready to be eaten, motherfucking up the animal kingdom to make em all fuck emselves, so go uck the elves cause Santas coming to Christmas town, and hes gonna ruin Christmas, gonna fuck Jesus up to my fucking fault, my fucking fault! this stupid bitches jolted at my front door, and im swinging a bat back at her, scatter her fucking skull across the table so go hack at her, hack and hack until her back collapses on her neck bone, huh
Stunting up in the motherfucker up and not giving a mothafuck
So fuck it all up, so get up on my BMX and pick up the D in front cause hes coming in fucking next, and stunt up in this bitch, so
Lets fucking run up on em
Motherfuck not stunting up cause I will be the fucking stunt a this motherfucker
Stunting up
Muh-muh-mothafuck so stuun up
Look up, look down, look around, the lyrical genius on a track with Obie, who thought that would be pumped in this car just like how i pumped ya wife, motherfucker, she screamed while I creamed her all out, pies and meat flying around town, so fuck all you niggas, be fucked my my rhyme-gun so pap, pap, pap, pap, pap... pap, pap!
Be all by all us, so get back fore I turn into the balla who I really am inside of ya motha, so fuck ya, like I fuck her, motherfuck tha police fore I go back town to torture ya, Amelia be ready for rustication like ya, mauhfucking stupid lil boys wanna fuck with Trice but nah, they be scared and shook for being looked at and judged my ya man Obie, hook? naah, fuck it, time for the motherfucking cook, meth? yaah, we gon cook it all up for I fucking torture yaah, hook? fuck yeah!
Stunting up in the motherfucker up and not giving a mothafuck
So fuck it all up, so get up on my BMX and pick up the D in front cause hes coming in fucking next, and stunt up in this bitch, so
Lets fucking run up on em
Motherfuck not stunting up cause I will be the fucking stunt a this motherfucker
Stunting up
Muh-muh-mothafuck so stuun up
Yeah... motherfuckers... fill up the AK and launch it at ya rappers...
Yeah.. stay here while I watch the chrome, ahhhh! haha... stay tuned.... yours truly.. MarshallEmbed |
Freestyle 2 Lyrics
Happy 10 year anniversary Shade 45
Its like this and like that and like this
Im the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners
Lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
Im meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Senior
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed, I kept the same mind state
Since the third time that I failed ninth grade
You probably think that Im a negative person
Dont be so sure of it
I dont promote violence, I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend can jump off of a bridge
And if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowin mine out
Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now
Met a retarded kid name Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40
Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D
Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead
Waited til it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said, case closed, end of discussion
Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leavin you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombers, we blowin up your house
Killin your parents, and comin back to get your foster mommas
And Im as good at keepin a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint makin no more threats
Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
Im more or less sick in the head, maybe more
Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before
Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador
Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore, verbal cow manure
Comin together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!Embed |
One Chance LyricsEmbed |
Shinin LyricsLyrics from snippet
My Smith & Wesson got you laying in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on sally jessy
We squashed beef no more and you aint breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagel
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroits a madhouse
So I dont get offended when I hear my city bad-mouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and dead it
And leave you with more shit missin then a Lil Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryna get paid
Youll get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullеts in your rib cage
Get the gagе, cock it back, empty them pockets, Jack
Or Imma send you flyin like a rocket pack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back
Ten year old kids be standin on the blocks with gats
Just for living nowadays...Embed |
Real I Am Lyrics
Unh, yeah
Unh, yeah
Yeah
Wake up
Surrounding by crumbled pages
Scrolling down Tumblr pages
For something human, its called inspiration
I call it purpose, you call it work, but I call it worthless
Some niggas work like their calling is to call on the nurses
Leave your verse inside a funeral home, I never left
You second guess what I would do for the throne
I was sixteen, I get cheese to craft me a home
I packed up a loan, one bedroom and my microphone
As I hoped to make a living off the beats
My grandma fell asleep and even she lost here pulse
My goal became never say, there cant be a better place
Til you get there, make this a heaven state
Let us pray, wake up, meditate, break up
Medicate, bake up, levitate
All I need is head and space
My city reminds me Im not anything godly
Just a mix of complexity like Im Biggie and Gandhi
And Ill be tight as the pants on Will.I.Am
Im everything I feel I am
If Im not, until I am
Or wait to the day I feel I am
Get ready for the real I amEmbed |
Spaz LyricsTwisty808 - Spaz ft Eminem
All we wanna do is spaz.. spaz.. spaz
The industry well smash
Till it crash.. crash.. crash
Twisty on the track
Range spaztic
Shorty rollin hard
Straight aztec
Geared up
With the spears up
Clashin
Cross the line
Toss thy hide
On the Canvas
Smashin competition
Unmatched man
No remorse for the cats
We catch nappin
Rattle off on the boss
I damage
Tattle off
Leave you lost
In a trash bag
Underground we rep
No hashtag
Industry catch strep
When we blast em
Savages reek havoc laughin
Catch a breath for a sec
Dont panic
Blackballed
So the trap calls
Crossed off
Like a scratch card
Speedin
To the crash course
We street
While you half fourths
I believe I put em under seige
Wolverine I berserk a beat
Bathory
When I make em bleed
Shang Tsung
When they soul retreat
Im the ghost
When they say retreat
No more coastin
I will kill the peak
Rollin foes like Im Tecca neen
Seal they casket let them scream defeat
All we wanna do is spaz.. spaz.. spaz
The industry well smash
Till it crash.. crash.. crash
Once I get on two hits of X
My disc slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch
With a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch
Who disrespects
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts five more zany acting maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
And spilling liters of blood like swimming pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I dont deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by as I start up a damn riot
If you dont wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
I know Im a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who egged me and say they can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so ANGRY!
Ill spit on you
Start pissing and do the opposite on you
You werent listening, I said Ill cop a squat on you
Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy
All we wanna do is spaz.. spaz.. spaz
The industry well smash
Till it crash.. crash.. crashEmbed |
The Hatred Lyrics
I plead, forever thuggin on a quest to get Gs
Runnin from enemies, ever since the days of the seed
Im under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin
Thinkin niggas after me must too much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police dont wanna see me stackin Gs
They after a player, but I wont let em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
I cant sleep, close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide, my lifes in danger
Rollin down a 4-5, beware of strangers
Hand on my .45, thats what the fame does
Im probably wrong, but Ill never know it till Im gone
From out the ghetto, where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me before the penitentiary
The last straw I aint wanna shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it to levels thats past yours
And left you all alone among the dumb
How you gone win a one on one were Im from?
Thats like throwing Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion, now its really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin em
Leaveem chillin in front of a buildin-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam
An Im the perfect weapon, who wanna learn they lesson
I burn they vest in less than thirty seconds
Teflon the steel lets get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill
Im hard to kill like Aids, ganja still I blaze
You want the real Im craze, dont ever play around
I blaze you down like you weigh a pound
An spray the town with the mack hundred eighty rounds
Im been out, Im deadly when I pull my pen out
Keep frontin, Imma try yo chin out, I knocked a lot of men out
I left em on the floor spittin phlegm out
Its either that or Imma squeeze the gat and pop 10 out
MC Corleone, ice spinnin, jigged out, white linen
And if a bitch dont like me, she must like women
Everytime I come around, you see your wife grinnin
Dont be mad cause yo career is in the 9th innin?
Its over now, nigga, leave the game
Im from the danger zone where MCs get slain
Where thugs will never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Where niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, your bitch wrote me
First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin me every 5 minutes
MCs I squash in disgrace and if its all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washingtons face?
A lot of cats be frontin, mad singles with a 50 on top
L is tryin to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac, cause they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, its a shame they no longer wit us
Niggas want to be L, ladies want to see L
If I go to jail, youll wear a shirt sayin Free L!, what?
Grillin you, starin you down with a Gremlin grin
Im Eminem, youre a fag in a womens gym
Im Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac with a cranium packed full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head, spasmastic
Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined, jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, IV full of Thai weed
Lookin Chinese with my knees stuck together like siamese
Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins
It probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For 20 grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy
You hear me? Huh?
Its fuckin crazy
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For 20 grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is just fuckin crazy, do you hear me? Is fuckin crazy1Embed |
Cigarello Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let’s go!
I’ve been off in the street, hitting flick, fucking hoes
Pulling out, pistol whipping, niggas stepping on my toes
The blood looking fluid like something as never before
Suffocated by none, Im calling one, young foe
I roll in the room, stay focus as ho
Take over game over, top gray on the glow
Took a hundred thousands, get the car, now roll
Doing navy I’m shady, if you’re ridin’ slow
I see dope if you good, give me xs and o’s
But after depths it’s over, you exiting ho
Just the same shit, long for no wrestling foe
Turn to a best stuck on the Lexus go
Looking at your left and I feel me getting shot up the nose
I’ll take this slipper to coke and in my mind is froze
But I speak what I live, so precise is my flow
And enticed to tag me, these niggas whatever right is wrong
Here me trapping, I’m on, I be wifing the foe
It’s you, eating my flow, my song I own
Went from having no jobs to giving me blowjobs
So nigga anything you want is no problem
Twist the Cigarello in the air
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit it
Lets go
See em on the scene, with the quarter pound of blow
These lead treads, nigga, I’m about to smoke
By the greatest I was tuned, I’m a young boy Johnson
As soon as I hit the door, everybody hit the floor
The Doc could book me in, want to die? Let me know
Assisted homicide, if you really wanna roll
The bitches and the hoes, still holding on the soul with it
On the face, screams going unknown again
She said that you heard all my flow
Who do you know and wanna come if you already know
I’ll be cracking you in places, make your head explode
But to stay in the rap game, come on, come on
I’ll write for Spike Lee like a real Capo
And I’ll handle my business wherever I go
Treat bitches like TSA, swimming Alcatraz
Swallowing limp dick, I don’t need no kids
Twist the Cigarello in the air
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit it like
Everywhere, every-motherfucking-where
You run up on me, I dont motherfucking care
You come on me, I dont get motherfucking scaredEmbed |
So Bad LyricsEmbed |
Holy fucking shit..... Punches drywall LyricsYou couldnt impress me
If you were Elvis Presley
Drinkin a Pepsi
With Jeffery EpsteinEmbed |
Eminem - My Darling LyricsPatnotbat翻译,请勿转载
Yeah, look
嘿,看
If I were to rap about the crap thats out
如果我要把这些狗屁都唱出来
Thats the route you probably want me to take
你估计想要我这样唱
‘Cause youre just dyin to know what I think
因为你拼了命想知道我在想什么
Hear my take on some other rappers
听我怎么说其他的rapper
If I was to say somethin about Paul Wall
我要是说点关于Paul Wall的话
Youd probably crap in your pants, ‘cause Im white and hes white
你估计要吓得拉裤子里,就因为我和他都是白人
So hes like my competition, I mean, right?
所以他就是我对手了,是不?
Nope! Paul Wall is dope, and so is Bubba
才不!Paul Wall很劲,Bubba也是
So b-b-b-b-b-b, but I dont compete with nobody
所以b-b-b-b-b-b,但我不跟别人竞争
I just go hard, do the rope-a-dope Ali shuffle
我直接来真的,像Ali一样倚绳滑步
And dance around my opponents, do donuts
围着我的对手们走圆圈
Sometimes I play possum, like Im asleep, its awesome
有时候我装做负鼠,就像睡着了一样,棒呆了
Im like a sleepin giant, and when I awake Im like Dre
我就像沉睡的巨人,醒来时就像Dre
I just jump from outta nowhere and bite prey
猛地跳出来袭击猎物
And sink my teeth in em, and fill em
用牙齿咬破他们的皮
Full of poison, and make a noise like a snake before I kill em
把他们的身体注满毒液,像蛇一样在杀死他们之前嘶嘶作响
And let em know that I just dont feel em
让他们知道我根本不在乎他们
And smack em with the backward E, the Eminem emblem
用事实把他们击倒,Eminem的标志
I was taught if you gonna murder somebody you should face him
如果你要谋杀谁就要面对着他
Tell him why, look him dead in the eye, then waste him
告诉他为什么,看着他的眼睛,然后把他干掉
And the dark shall emerge from the fiery depths of hell
然后黑暗从燃着熊熊烈火的地狱深处聚集
Then swallow the shell, all the hollow who dwell
吞噬掉原本寄居的空荡躯壳
In the shadows of all who are willing to sell their souls
就在那些阴影之下,自愿出卖灵魂
For this rap game and it g-g-goes
为了加入rap这场比赛,然后一切就这样开始
One-two-three, chk-chk, one-two-three
123,123
Chk-chk, one-two-three, that aint the hook, now follow me
123,这可不是副歌,现在跟着我
Theres nothing else for me to say, my public adores me
我已经没什么要说,公众们崇拜我
Everybody bores me, theyre just so corny
所有人都让我觉得无聊,他们只是装酷
So at night before I sleep, I look in the mirror
所以睡前我盯着镜子
The mirror grows lips and it whispers: Come nearer!
镜子长出了一张嘴还悄声说:“过来!”
My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
亲爱的,永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体
I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体
Shady, I know youre in there somewhere, come here!
“Shady,我知道你在那儿,过来!
Talk to me, sit! Here, pull up a chair!
跟我说话,坐下!拉张椅子过来!
Why dont you cut your hair?
你为什么不剪头发?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Dye it back, come on, try it!
哈哈哈哈哈哈!再漂白回去,来嘛,试试嘛!”
Ahh, no! I told you, leave me the fuck alone, will you?
不!我他妈的说了,让我一个人不行吗?
But Im here to rebuild you, — but I already killed you!
“但我是来这里重塑你的。” - 但我已经把你杀了!
But Shady, we were meant for each other
“但是Shady,我们注定要在一起
Think about your mother, — yeah, so what of her?
想想你妈,” - 她又怎么了?
You think about what she did to you and your little brother
“想想她是怎么对你和你的小弟弟的
All them foster homes, — fuck you, motherfucker!
还有那么些寄养家庭,” - 操你这狗娘养的!
I had you beat! — No, I was playin possum
我已经把你打倒了!- “才没有,我只是在装睡
Remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom
还记得吗?我放你陪着你女儿们长大
I gave you enough time, your souls mine
我给你足够久了,你的灵魂是我的
Im taking it back, — you fuckin bitch, why?!
我要把它收回来,” - 你这婊子,为什么?!
Because I love you, look a little closer
“因为我爱你呀,靠近点看
Isnt that us on that poster? Ha-ha-ha-ha!
这不是我们在海报上么?哈!哈!哈!哈!”
My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
亲爱的,永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体
I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体
Shady, listen! You hear that?
“Shady,听着!(Shady!)听到没?
Theyre screaming for you, I can bring your career back!
他们都在为你尖叫,我能把你的事业重新带回巅峰!”
But I dont want it back — Yes, you do, — no, I dont
但我不想要你回来 - “不,你想的,” - 不,我不想
Yes, you do! Youre gonna regret it later, — no, I wont
“你想的!不然你以后会后悔的,” - 不,我不会的
Ima get Dre on the phone, Ill just call the Doctor
“Dre正在电话上,我刚刚打给医生(Dr. Dre)”
Go ahead, I already talked to Dre yesterday
随便你,我昨天刚跟Dre聊过
Well, I got him on the phone right now!
“好吧,我正跟他在电话上聊!”
Youre lying! How, why now?
(Slim!)你撒谎!(Yo,Slim!)怎么会,为什么是现在?
What up, Dre? (Check this out, Slim, I gotta talk to you
怎么啦,Dre?(听好了,Slim,我得跟你谈谈
I dont know, it just seems like ever since you got off your
我不知道怎么回事,但看起来自打你戒了药瘾
Drugs you became a lot softer)
你就不行了)
But Dre, all that Shady is, is a bottle of hair bleach and vodka
但是Dre,Shady不过是漂白了头发喝高了
(Well, just think about it, Slim, Im here
(想想看吧,Slim,我永远在这里
Just hit me back and let me know whats up) — fuck this mirror!
回头记得打给我让我知道你怎么想的)- 操这破镜子!
Im not in the mirror, Im inside you
“我可不在镜子里,我在你身体里
Let me guide you, — fuck you! Die, you son of a bitch!
让我指引你吧,” - 操你的!死吧,狗娘养的!
Put the gun down! — bye-bye! Boom!
“把枪放下!” -拜拜!砰!
Okay, Im still alive, — So am I too!
还好,我还活着,- “我也是!
You cant kill a spirit even if you tried to
不管怎么试你也杀不死一个幽灵
Ha-ha, you sold your soul to me, need I remind you?
哈哈,你把灵魂卖给了我,需要我提醒你吗?
You remember that night you prayed to God
你还记得那天晚上你向上帝祈祷吗?
Youd give anything to get a record deal? Well, Dre signed you
如果能签约录唱片你什么都能放弃。然后呢,Dre签了你
This is what you wanted your whole life, Marshall, right? Ooh
这是你梦想了一辈子的事情啊,不是吗,Marshall?
Look at this house, look at these cars: theyre so nice, woo!
看看这房子,这车:真是好车啊
Oh, but you didnt know fame has a price too?
但是你不知道出名是有代价的吗?
That you just now seeing the downside to
事到如今才看出来啊
Lose your best friend from high school, your wife too
失去了你从中学开始最好的朋友,还失去了你妻子
Aint even sure if your kids like you
甚至不确定你的孩子到底喜不喜欢你
Come off tour, cant even sleep at night without NyQuil
巡演结束没有安眠药根本睡不着
Become a Valium addict, start a rehab cycle
变成了瘾君子,然后又开始戒瘾上瘾的循环
But together we can break the cycle
但是我们在一起可以打破这个循环
Marshall… — What?! — No ones gonna love you like I do.
Marshall...” - 什么?! - “没人会像我一样爱你。”
Chainsaw starting up
电锯轰鸣
My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
亲爱的,永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体
I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling
永远不要离开我,亲爱的
You and me were meant to be together, my darling
我们注定要在一起,亲爱的
And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling
如果我不能拥有你,没人可以,你是我亲爱的
‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body
因为我掌握着你的灵魂,你的思想,你的心和你的身体Embed |
Introduction Lyrics
Get familiar
Whats up everybody? This this Slim Shady
Representing
Shade forty-
Five, motherfuckers
With Clinton Sparks. Ayo, Clinton Sparks is white like me
Haha Hahaha
One time for that boy Eminem? You know what Im talking about?! One time for that boy 50 Cent! The whole G Unit! Wassup Buck?! One time for that boy Paul Rosenberg! Wassup, dawg? Ayy, but anyway, turn this shit up right now! Its going down right now with Clinton Sparks. The Shade 45 mixtape, Anger Management Tour 3, bitch!
This the introduction
Yo, yo-yo-yo
Look whos got you going crazy again
Shady
Clinton Sparks
Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Youre now rocking with the best
Get familiar, motherfucker
We are
Shade
4-5
Yeah
Clinton Sparks
Back on that
Mixtape
Shit
Im a killer with the
Mixtapes
In the street
Dont get me confused with the rest of them dudes. Please believe
DJs
Ill hurt you
Ask yourself, do you wanna mess with
Clinton Sparks
a lot of mafucking DJs aint got no business putting out these bullshit mixtapes
Uh, what happened to originality in this rap game?
Motherfuckers. This goes out to you
Bitch ass
And you
Dickhead
And you
DJs
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
Bitch ass
DJ
Talk shit
But
I
Cant even find you
Poor little
DJ
Yall know
We out-grind you
DJ need to be clear real quick
Im the best for real, I was blessed with skills
Clinton Sparks
Suckers
Im a threat for real
If you dont know me by now
I am
Clinton Sparks
Down with
Shady
And
Shade
4-5Embed |
Eminem - Not Afraid Lyrics
Non ho paura
Di prendere una posizione
Tutti quanti
Venite a prendere la mia mano
Cammineremo per questa strada insieme, attraverso la tempesta
Qualunque sia il tempo, freddo o caldo
Sappi che non sei solo
Fatti sentire, se senti di essere passato attraverso questa stessa strada
Sì, è stata un’avventura
Immagino io sia dovuto finire in quel posto, per arrivare dove sono adesso
Adesso alcuni di voi potrebbеro essere ancora lí
Sе stai cercando di uscirne, seguimi
Ti ci porterò io
Puoi provare a leggere i miei testi da questo foglio prima che io li stenda
Ma non riuscirai a mitigare queste parole prima che io le pronunci
Perché non ti permetterò in alcun modo di impedirmi di provocare caos
Quando dico che farò qualcosa, lo faccio
Non me ne frega niente di cosa pensi, lo sto facendo per me
Quindi fanculo il mondo, nutrilo di fagioli
Si è “gasato” se crede che mi stia fermando
Sarò ciò che io ho deciso di essere, senza alcun dubbio, indubbiamente
E tutti quelli che mi guardano dallalto
Sto buttando giù il vostro balcone
Niente “se” o “ma”, non cercare di chiedergli perché o come faccia
Partendo da Infinite e arrivando all’ultimo album Relapse, lui ancora spacca
Sia che abbia un salario, pagato a ore
Finché non uscirà di scena, o fino alla sua morte
Qualunque cosa venga per prima, nel bene e nel male
È sposato al gioco
Come un vaffanculo per Natale, il suo dono è una maledizione
Dimentica la Terra, lui ha bisogno di togliere il cazzo dalla sporcizia
E fottere lintero Universo
Non ho paura
Di prendere una posizione
Tutti quanti
Venite a prendere la mia mano
Cammineremo per questa strada insieme, attraverso la tempesta
Qualunque sia il tempo, freddo o caldo
Sappi che non sei solo
Fatti sentire, se senti di essere passato attraverso questa stessa strada
Okay, basta giocare con le forbici e con quella merda, e diamo un taglio a questa stronzata
Non avrei dovuto rimare queste parole a ritmo
Perché tu sappia che è un rap
Hai detto che eri il re, hai mentito spudoratamente
E quindi, fanculo ai tuoi sentimenti
Invece di essere incoronato, ti stanno sparando
E ai fans, non vi deluderò di nuovo, sono tornato
Prometto di non rimangiarmi mai questa promessa
Infatti, siamo onesti, quell’ultimo album Relapse era “eh”
Forse ho esagerato con quegli accenti
Rilassatevi, non tornerò a quello adesso
Ciò che sto cercando di dire è sono tornato, click-clack-blaow
Perché non scherzando
C´è un gioco chiamato cerchio e non so come
Sono fin troppo in alto per tornare indietro
Ma credo io stia ancora cercando di venirne a capo
Pensavo di aver progettato tutto, ma immagino di non esserci riuscito
Questa cazzo di nuvola nera continua a seguirmi ovunque vada
Ma è tempo di esorcizzare questi demoni
Questi figli di puttana stanno facendo jumping jacks adesso
Non ho paura di prendere una posizione
Venite tutti a prendere la mia mano
Cammineremo per questa strada insieme
Attraverso la tempesta
Qualunque sia il tempo, freddo o caldo
Solo sappi che, non sei solo
Urla se senti di essere passato
Attraverso questa stessa strada
E non posso continuare a vivere in questo modo
Perciò cominciando da oggi
Sto evadendo da questa gabbia
Mi sto alzando in piedi, affronterò i miei demoni
Sto diventando un uomo, manterrò la mia posizione
Ne ho avuto abbastanza, adesso sono proprio stufo
E’ tempo di rimettere insieme la mia vita adesso
È stata una mia decisione quella di disintossicarmi, l’ho fatto per me
In effetti, probabilmente l’ho fatto inconsciamente per voi
Così che potessi tornare un nuovo me
Voi mi avete aiutato a superarlo
E nemmeno vi rendete conto di ciò che avete fatto, credetemi
Ho passato l’inferno
Ma non possono far molto contro il dito medio
Credo mi sia scesa una lacrima, mi sento come il re del
Mio mondo, chi mi odia può fare come le api senza pungiglione
E crepare: basta indugiare sulle faide
Basta drammi d’ora in poi, prometto
Di concentrarmi solamente nel gestire le mie responsabilità come padre
Perciò giuro solennemente di trattare sempre questo tetto
Come le mie figlie
Ed elevarlo, non potreste sollevare una singola tegola da esso
Perché per come mi sento, sono abbastanza forte da andare al locale
O al pub e sollevare l’intero bancone degli alcolici
Perché sto alzando l’asticella
Punterei alla luna, ma sono troppo occupato ad ammirare le stelle
Mi sento alla grande, ed io
Non ho paura di prendere una posizione
Venite tutti a prendere la mia mano
Cammineremo per questa strada insieme
Attraverso la tempesta
Qualunque sia il tempo, freddo o caldo
Solo sappi che, non sei solo
Urla se senti di essere passato
Attraverso questa stessa strada1Embed |
Superbowl XLV Commercial Lyrics
I gotta question for ya. What does this city know about luxury huh?
What does a town thats been to hell and back know about the finer things in life?
Well Ill tell ya. More than most.
You see its the hottest fires that make the hardest steel.
Add hard work and conviction,
And the know how that runs generations deep in every one of us.
Thats who we are. Thats our story.
Now its probably not the one youve been reading in the papers
The one being written by folks whove never even been here and
Dont know what were capable of.
Because when it comes to luxury
Its as much about where its from as who its for.
Now were from America.
But this isnt New York City.
Or the Windy City.
Or Sin City.
And were certainly no ones Emerald City.
This is the Motor City and this is what we do.Embed |
Profile Lyrics
Im stuck-
Im stuck up in a Ford
nd I know they are running from me
With a bullet-
With a b- bullet in my head
nd I dont know what is coming
Why am I so annoying
nd no one around me love me
So kill my-
So kill myself instead
Cause I heard what is comin from me
I really want some answers
And I really wanna text
But the numbers on my profile
Make me worth more than the rest
nd I really wanna have her
Even though Im not the best
And I really want some answers
But I really need some rest
Uh uh uh
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My Name Is LyricsHi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?
Hi kids! Do you like Primes?
Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
Try ciad and get messed up worse that my life is?
My brains dead weight, Im to gеt my head straight
But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to imprеgnate
And Dr. Dre said, Slim Shady you a esab-head
Uh-uh, So why is your face red? Man, you wasted
Well, since age twelve, Ive felt like a caged elf
Who stayed to himself, in one space, chasin his tail
Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lees lips off
Kissed em and said, I aint know silicone was sposed to be this soft
Im bout to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass
Faster than a fat man who sat down too fast
Cmere lady
I dont give a damn, Dre sent me to tick the world off
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester, Ill be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And told him to change the grade on the paper
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Served the bartender, then walked out with a tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians
In a spaceship while theyre screamin at me, Lets just be friends
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more eopd than I do
I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin sgurd and name it after her
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
So I signed it, Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away
Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate
Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die
Ill have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I comin or goin?
I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of Kool-Aid dare me to drive?
All my life I was very deprived
I aint had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, Ill kcuf anything that walks
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breast feed me mom?
You aint got no tisis
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and tap myself in the head
Im steamin mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
Ask him if he bought a porno mag and seen my ad
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
My name is
My name is Slim ShadyEmbed |
Eminem - My Mom Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
Alright, aight, aight, aight, aight
Yo, yo
Alright, Ima lay the chorus first
好吧,我得先唱副歌
Here we go now
让咱们开始吧
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her
这就是为啥我爱她,因为我最像她
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
因为我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom
这就是为啥我嗑药,因为我就是我妈
My mom, my mom, I know youre probably tired
我妈,我妈,我知道你可能都听烦了
Of hearin bout my mom, oh-ho, whoa-ho
受够了我念叨我妈
But this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
但这是个我还小的时候的故事
And how I became hooked on Va-aliu-um
关于我是怎么开始磕安定的
Valium was in everything, food that I ate
我每天的食物里都掺了安定
The water that I drank, fuckin peas in my plate
喝的水,盘子里的豆子
She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak
煎牛排她也要撒点来调味
So every day Id have at least three stomachaches
所以我每天少说要胃疼三回
Now tell me, what kind of mother would want to see her
你说,什么样的妈
Son grow up to be an undera-fuckin-chiever?
会想要看自己儿子长成个废物?
My teacher didnt think I was gonna be nothin either
老师也觉得我将来肯定一事无成
What the fuck you stickin gum up under the fuckin seat for?
“你他妈把嚼过的口香糖粘在椅子下面干什么?”
Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffin ether
“Mathers太太,你儿子一直在到处乱发脾气
Either that or the motherfuckers been puffin reefer
不然就是在抽大麻“
But all this huffin and puffin wasnt what it was either
但我既没有“发”也没有“抽”
It was neither, I was buzzin but it wasnt what she thought
根本就不是那样,我确实嗡嗡烦人但不是她想的那样
Pee in a teacup? Bitch, you aint my keeper, Im sleepin
在杯子里尿尿?贱人,你才不是我的守护者,我要睡了
What the fuck you keep on fuckin with me for?
你他妈干嘛要一直惹我?
Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone, I aint playin
贱货,你他妈离我远点,我才不是开玩笑
Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin zebra
找根粉笔画他妈的斑马去吧
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her
这就是为啥我爱她,因为我最像她
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
因为我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom
这就是为啥我嗑药,因为我就是我妈
Wait a minute, this aint dinner, this is paint thinner
等等,这不是晚饭,这是颜料稀释液
You ate it yesterday, I aint hear no complaints, did I?
“你昨天吃过饭了,我可没听到抱怨,不是吗?
Now heres a plate full of painkillers, now just wait
这有一盘止痛药,等下
Til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes
等我把这点安定碾碎了给你加到土豆里
You little motherfucker, Ill make you sit there and make
你这小杂种,我要让你坐在那儿
That retarded fuckin face without even tastin it
拉着一张傻脸还一口不动
You better lick the fuckin plate, you aint wastin it
你他妈最好吃得干干净净,一粒也不许浪费
Put your face in it fore I throw you in the basement again
低下头乖乖吃,不然就再把你扔地下室
And I aint givin in, youre gonna just sit there
我才不会放弃,你得坐在那儿
In one fuckin place, finnickin til next Thanksgiving
一动也不许动,直到明年感恩节
And if you still aint finished it Ill use the same shit again
要是那会儿你还没吃完,我就得用老办法
Then when I make spinach dip itll be placed in the shit
下回我再做菠菜酱你就只有蘸着屎吃的份了
You little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent?
小兔崽子,想坐在那儿扮无辜?
A rack fell and hit me in K-Mart and they witnessed it
在K-Mart有个架子砸到我,他们都瞧见了
Child support, your father, he aint sent the shit
你爸一分钱抚养费都没掏过
And so what if he did? Its none of your dang business, kid
就算他给了,也跟你没半毛钱的关系,小崽子
My mom
我妈啊
Theres no one else quite like my mom
再没人像我妈一样
I know I should let bygones be bygones
我明白过去的事情就该让它过去
But shes the reason why I am high on what Im high on
但她才是我这么嗨和嗨这些药的缘故
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her
这就是为啥我爱她,因为我最像她
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
因为我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom
这就是为啥我嗑药,因为我就是我妈
My mom loved Valium, now all I am
我妈爱死了安定,如今
Is a party animal, I am what I am
我变成了派对动物,我变成了我
But Im strong to the finish with me Valium spinach
但我很想用这安定菠菜终结自己
But my buzz only lasts about two minutes
但这嗡嗡声也只持续了两分钟
But I dont wanna swallow it without chewin it
但我不想囫囵吞下
I cant even write a rhyme without you in it
要是没有你我一句押韵都写不出来
My Valium, my Vaaaaaa-liummmm, ohh
我的安定啊,我的安——定——
Man, I never thought that I could ever be
老兄,我从未想过
A drug addict, naw, fuck that, I cant have it happen to me
自己会变成个瘾君子,不,操,根本不可能
But thats actually what has ended up happenin
但最后还是这样发生了
A tragedy, the fuckin past ended up catchin me
悲剧,操他妈的过去最后还是抓住了我
And its probably where I got acquainted with the taste, aint it?
大概因为我对这味道实在是熟悉,不是吗?
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom, beautiful
药物就是重磅炸弹啊,妈,棒呆了
She killed the fuckin dog with the medicine she done fed it
她拿自己吃的药杀了那条该死的狗
Feed it a fuckin aspirin and say that it has a headache
给狗喂阿司匹林还说它头疼
Here, want a snack? You hungry, you fuckin brat?
“给,想吃零食了?小鬼你饿了?
Look at that, its a Xanax, take it and take a nap, eat it
看那个,那是一粒安诺,吃掉睡一觉吧,吃吧。“
But I dont need it — Well fuck it then, break it up
但我不需要——“行吧,分两半
Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up
吃一半然后安安静静的别把Nathan吵醒了“
Alright Ma, you win, I dont feel like arguin
好吧妈,你赢了,我不会跟你争
Ill do it, pop it, gobble it and start wobblin
我会照做,打开,吞下,然后开始犯晕
Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed
跌跌撞撞,步态蹒跚,绊脚,打滑,绊倒,然后倒在床上
With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead
剩下一瓶药和Heath Ledger的摇头娃娃
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her
这就是为啥我爱她,因为我最像她
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
因为我妈爱死了安定和好多其他的药
Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom
这就是为啥我嗑药,因为我就是我妈
My mom, Im just like her
我妈,我就像她
My mom, my mom, my mom
我妈,我妈,我妈
My mom, my mom, my mom
我妈,我妈,我妈
My mom, my momma
我妈,我妈妈
Me momma, I like-a da momma
我妈妈,我爱妈妈
Haha, sorry Mom
哈哈,抱歉啊妈
I still love you though
我还爱你呦
Dr. Dre, 2010
Hey, this shit is hella hard, homie
哎呀,这玩意儿还挺难的,兄弟
Yo, take us on outta here
欸,让我们出去
Woo!Embed |
Venom/I’m The Devil LyricsI got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off til you scream, Piss off! Screw you!
When it talks to you like you dont belong
Or tells you youre in the wrong field
When somethings in your mitochondrial
Cause it latched on to you, like—
Knock knock, let the devil in
Manevolent as Ive ever been, head is spinnin
This medicines screamin, L-L-L-Let us in!
L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gеlatins, think my skeletons meltin
Wickеd, I get all high when I think Ive smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Mayo and went from Hellmanns and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics 97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proofs room slept on the floor of da motel then
Dr. Dre said, Hell yeah!
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know theyre gonna hate
But I dont care, I barely can wait
To hit em with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin world better prepare to get laced
Because theyre gonna taste my—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
It-its evident Im not done
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
Like a web and you just caught in em
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
Beat strangler attack
So this aint gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
Like, whats her names at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin into ya
You aint gonna be able to tell what the fucks happenin to ya
When youre bit with the—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
Aint no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, Im loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
Youre snake-bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen Im
Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitch, its goin down like Yung Joc
Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Ate shit til I cant taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner, then drank til I faint
And awake with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons Im bonded to
Cause theyre chasin me but Im part of you
So escapin me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents life
And your childhood too
Cause if Im the music that yall grew up on
Im responsible for you retarded fools
Im the super villain Dad and Mom was losin their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And Im the suit, so call me—Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
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Intro/2Pac/Resurrection Lyrics
Yes, its the pinnacle of all new thoughts. Now this is the next level with this new albumEmbed |
White America Lyrics
America! Ha ha ha! We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
For the rights that men have died for to protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks
For the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold… or so were told
I never wouldve dreamed in a million years Id see
So many frickin people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
Its like a kcufing army marchin in back of me
So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days
Who wouldve thought standin in this mirror, bleachin my hair
With some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this?
I mustve struck a chord with somebody up in the office
Cause Congress keep tellin me I aint causin nothin but problems
And now theyre sayin Im in trouble with the government
Im lovin it, I shoveled dirt on my life, and now Im dumpin it on
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown, Shadyd lose, Shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute, Shady knew Shadys dimples would help
Make ladies swoon, baby — Look at my sales!
Lets do the math: If I was black, I wouldve sold half
I aint have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I could rap, so forget school, Im too cool to go back
Give me the mic! Show me where in the world the studios at
When I was underground, no one gave a 2 flying craps I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like
Im done with it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past
Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his zass
Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got
Was probly his in exchange for every white fan that hes got
Like dang, we just swapped: sittin back lookin at shit, wow
Im like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now? Its—
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise wouldve never knew these words exist
Whose moms probly wouldve never gave two squirts of piss
Til I created so much mother- turbulence
Straight out the tube, right into your livin rooms I came
And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
Thats all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too, because I looked like them
Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope
Waitin to choke, tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while I write this, like, I dont like this note!
All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy
Sponsors workin round the clock to try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin to blossom
So now Im catchin the flak from these activists when they raggin
Actin like Im the first rapper to smack a chick or say toggaf, shoot
Just look at me like Im your closest pal
The poster child, the mothertruckin spokesman now, for—
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my lip
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
So to the parents of America, I am the Derringer
Aimed at little Erica to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the the house of represenitives and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
FACK you, Ms. Cheney! FACK you, Tipper Gore!
FACK you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! FACK you!
Ha ha ha, Im just playin, America
You know I love youEmbed |
Realnost Lyrics
Aye
MIC-MC
Woo
Ja ne mogu vremena za lose ljude ko ih jebe bra?
Dvostruki sampion kao konor daj mi trona dva
Jebem ne vadim sta god da radim ona dobro zna
Jedva spajem kraj sa krajem ali kazem dobro sam
Dobro sam sve sto nesmete odavno probo sam
Pregazio mnoge ljude sta cu kado moro sam
Sve sam postigao sam i jebeno sam ponosam
24 9 3 peti kvart dobro znas ko sam ja, bra
Pomeri se pomeri se
Previse los si proveri se
Overi se boze oprosti
Nevolim vas moze mi se
Kuda ste prosli? Ovo mi sve
Ovo mi svе niste dobrodosli
Svako nek pusi jer truju mi usi brе bezite jebo vas Trending
Pevaju repaju jedno te isto pa smarate gde vam je ending?
Serete samo jer videli niste ni Lui ni Gucci ni Fendi
Dzabe to vama ja pricam ne vredi burzuju u spotu
A zive u bedi treba vam u lice slajm
Svako tu cuti pa necu i ja poznajem ulice bra
Svako se ljuti pa moli me kurac sa vam
Ljude sto postujem Djus, Deniro Baka LayZ to mi je brat
Jedini pomazu kontaju muziku Mic Mc za mene slomite vrat
Ja stizem ko lokomotiva
Beo al kidam ko nigga
Trazi mi feat svaka ljiga
Pljuni mi pare pa pricaj
Od pesme vam bolji mi fristajl
Krvave ruke al dusa mi cista
Moja je godina pogledaj blistam
Mrzi me mene ne zanima nista
Samo lomi ga lomi u komi ostace oni
Prst mi u vazduhu na kolena duvaj ga
Battlefield igramo kidamo
U ratu ljubavi nema,umesto mene
Ima da govori sajga
Reko mi mario scenu zapalio
Ovo je falilo pa preso sam igricu zato baj baj
I ako mene ne gotivis,ovom repu se protivis
S ustima od tvoje keve mi ga blajvaj
Ko je taj koji govori sve kako jeste realno Majk?
Novi vejv samo mumlaju tripuju mi prljavi sprajt
Na ulici kad se sretnemo uvek prilazi mi ko fan
Na instagramu samo pljuju me i tako je svaki dan
Video sam dosta toga zivot nije bio lak
Jebes ovaj rep gde su Biggie Eminem i Pac?
Jebao vas turbo folk svaki trend sve je laz
Kada izadjes si faca ali places kuci znas
Sutra nemas sta da jedes pare sve na provod das
Devojke u dopicnjaku to su ribe da se zna
Ali znam ti svaku tajnu mala znas i sama da
Iskoristice te svaki alo nikom ne trebas
Do nedavno imo sam takvu
Neko joj pljunuo zvaku
Sada ce postati drolja
Zbog toga sam sad u bedaku
Al neka shvatice jednom da ovo nije trebala uraditi majku
Kada pojebe te drugi i sutne te posle progutaces tu svoju bajku
Ne pripadam ovoj planeti ja vidim
Htela si provode jebi se idi
To sto je meni u glavi
Tesko razumem a nebi razumeli ni vi
Stani i pogledaj kakvi smo ljudi to postali
Svako s telefonom zivi
Neko izboden na ulici
Umesto da pomognes prvo ces uzet da snimis
I tome se divis? to ti je lepo?
Ti si je voleo drugi je cepo
Pevanje neko nazivate repom
To vam je problem sto zivite slepo
I sada sam dosao ja neko ko prica vam realno sve to
Dobro je slusati malo melodicnog sranja al cenite i drugo nesto
Vi ne znate sta je kvalitet da sutra vam dodje i lupi u celo
Vi bi i dalje bili glupi reko sam to sto drugi nije smeo
I ajmo sad hejt komentari,ovaj se drogira svaki dan vari
A vi ste ti koji zivite u snovima bra i drogirate se ustvari
Gde su vam Reperi a? odavno postali su pevaci
Hej ako vam to pravi lovu,svaka cas postujem ali ne mraci
Nisi ti Reper bro bolje nemoj sada sa pravim tu da se kacis
Pali AutoTune i onim klincima melodije neke najaci
Ha
Fucking Mic-MC
Zapamti ime brate
Od ovoga realnoje ne moze
Evo vam jedan bonus za kraj
Brate yeah
But I think its inevitable
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though
And if I pay it attention Im probly makin it bigger
But youve been takin ya dicks in the fuckin back, ho
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin of finishin
Everything with acetaminophen and reapin the benefits
Im asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin about an evil intent
Of another beat Ima kill again
Cause even if I gotta end up eatin 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 Ima end up bein a villain again
Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
You could never say to me Im not a fuckin record breaker
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
But I roll til the wheels fall off, Im workin tirelessly, ayyEmbed |
Snap Back to Realitt LyricsSnap Back to Reality
Watch Your Profanity
This Insanity
Our Center Of Gravity
Oh! The Humanity
Bisexuality
Cause This it What it Does, it like.. appeals to the Male Fantasy
Pfft, Screw Gravity
Call Up Sean Hannity
It’s A Bold Strategy
Inside Our Galaxy
Were Snapping Back to Reality Oh There Goes Gravity
Moms SpaghettiEmbed |
Fuck Obie Lyrics
Whoo Kid!
Man, where the fucks Obie, man?
He said hed be here, Second rounds on me
I paid for that shit, that first round
He said hed be up here
Well I hope he hurries the fuck up, I aint got no money
I dont know, the motherfucker might be broke right now
He aint had no CD out in three damn years
Man, fuck him anyway, that motherfucker aint shit
I got that first CD, that shit was dope
Well, I mean kinda, but, it was actually kinda wack
I mean, I dont know, I wasnt even feelin it really
Oh shit, there he is right there, Obie!
What the fuck?!
Second rounds on me!
I thought he was talkin about drinks!
Hes fuckin shooting! Oh shit!
AaaaaahEmbed |
Don’t Do Drugs Lyrics
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
Dont smoke weed, remember kids
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
Dont smoke crack, say no to drugs
Woke up in the room spinning
Two fat women beside me dressed in black linen
No teeth, and grinning
Empty bottles and ecstasy on the night stand
Who wants to have sex with me? Lets see a show of hands
Imagine if all rap sounded like this, only songs with a message about smacking a bitch
Or maybe a song about snorting lines and getting lit
Maybe I could burn it to a disc, and sell it to the kids
I think I was born just to fuck with your head, a white rapper who only raps about snorting coke and getting head
My mom gave me somе rope and said to tie it around my neck
I spеnt the rest of the day just hanging around in the shed, up in the lab cutting lines and getting high
Cant decide if I want to listen to 50 Cent or Obie Trice
Dont make any sudden moves cause I have Dre tied up in the back
And if you do Ill fuck around and write a sequel to fack
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
Dont smoke wee, remember kids
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
Dont smoke crack, say no to drugs
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
Dont smoke weed, remember kids
Dont do drugs, drugs are bad
You see its so easy just say no to drugs
Hi there, Susan
Did you know that adults dump out half or their soda and then mix booze in?
Or better yet they do it while driving their car
Its really dangerous, but how else are they suppose to get home from the bar?
And how about the pills your mom calls candy, locked in the cabinet?
Havent you ever wondered? Dont you want to try it?
You already know where she keeps the key
Just wait until shes had a couple and falls asleep
Remember, theres no reason to tell your dad
Well, theres no telling how many hes had
You see, your dad has a problem that we call addiction
It blurs his vision and he ends up making bad decisions
Quiet, theres a knock at the door
Its your father, more drunk than before
Well I guess thats my cue to bail, your moms passed out
And your dad is looking for some tail, good luck Susan
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Eminem- ’97 Bonnie & Clyde Lyrics
Piccola, il tuo papà ti ama
E sarò sempre qui per te
Non importa cosa accada
Sei tutto ciò che ho in questo mondo
Non rinuncerò a te per nessun motivo
Nessuno in questo mondo ti terrà mai lontano da me
Ti amo
Forza Hai-Hai, andiamo sulla spiaggia
Prendi un paio di giochi e lascia che papà ti leghi sul seggiolino
Oh, dovè mamma? Sta facendo un sonnellino nel bagagliaio
Oh, quellodore? Papà deve aver investito una puzzola
Ora, so cosa stai pensando, è piuttosto tardi per andare a nuotare
Ma conosci la tua mamma, è una di quelle donne
Che fanno cose folli, e se non ottiene ciò che vuole, andrà su tutte le furie
Non giocare con il coltello giocattolo di papà, tesoro, lascialo stare
E non essere così agitata, perché fai la timida?
Non vuoi aiutare papà a costruire un castello di sabbia?
E mamma ha detto che vuole farti vedere fino a che punto riesce a galleggiare
E non ti preoccupare di quella piccola bua sul suo collo
È solo un graffietto, non fa male
Lei stava cenando mentre tu facevi la nanna
E si è rovesciata il ketchup sulla maglietta
Mamma è un pasticcio, non è vero? La lasceremo lavarsi nellacqua
Ed io e te possiamo giocare per conto nostro, no?
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Cè un posto chiamato Paradiso e un posto chiamato Inferno
Un posto chiamato prigione e un posto chiamato cella
E papà probabilmente sta per andare in tutti questi eccetto uno
Perché mamma ha un nuovo marito e un figliastro
E tu non vuoi un fratello, vero?
Forse quando sarai abbastanza grande
Per capire un pò meglio, te lo spiegherò
Ma per ora, diremo solo che mamma era davvero, davvero cattiva
È stata cattiva con papà e lo ha fatto arrabbiare davvero, davvero tanto
Ma sono comunque triste di averla messa in punizione
Siediti al tuo posto, tesoro, smettila di provare ad arrampicarti
Ti ho detto che è tutto apposto, Hai-Hai, vuoi un ba-ba?
Vuoi fare la nanna? Na-na-boo, goo-goo-ga-ga?
Hai fatto la poo-poo-ca-ca? Il papino ti cambia il pannolino
Pulisco la piccola così può fare la nanna
Il tuo papà ti sveglierà non appena arriveremo all’acqua
97 Bonnie e Clyde, io e mia figlia
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Svegliati, dormigliona, siamo arrivati, prima di giocare
Portiamo mamma a fare una passeggiatina lungo il pontile
Piccola, non piangere, tesoro, non farti unidea sbagliata
Mamma è troppo stanca per sentirti urlarle nellorecchio
È per questo che non riesci a svegliarla, ma non ti preoccupare
Papà ha costruito un bel letto per mamma sul fondo del lago
Ecco, vuoi aiutare papà a legare una corda attorno a questa roccia?
La legheremo al suo piedino e poi la faremo rotolare giù dal molo
Pronta, ci siamo, al mio tre
Uno, due, tre, wheee
Così se ne va mamma, sguazzando nellacqua
Niente più litigi con papà, niente più ordine restrittivo
Niente più patrigno, niente più nuovo fratello
Lanciale baci daddio, dì a mamma che le vuoi bene
Adesso andremo a giocare sulla sabbia, costruiremo un castello
Ma prima, aiuta papà con altre due cose nel portabagagli
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Solo io e te, solo io e te
E quando viaggiamo
Solo io e te, solo io e te
Solo tu ed io
Solo io e te, piccola, è tutto ciò di cui abbiamo bisogno al mondo
Solo io e te
Il tuo papà sarà sempre qui per te
Il tuo papà ti amerà sempre, ricordatelo
Se mai avrai bisogno di me, ci sarò sempre per te
Se dovesse servirti qualsiasi cosa, basta chiedere
Papà arriva subito
Il tuo papà ti ama
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Sorry Hanji Lyrics
You tried to take me for a fool, but the only only fool is
Yo
Hanji
Headphones are loud enough, lets go
Have you ever been used or abused and then snaked by your friend?
I have, I got text messages showing hate by your friend
Different guys had me living lies, shit wasnt right
Look in his eyes, fuck our friendship he wants riches and dimes
Now Im exposing you, hoping you, man up slowly and
You got hella producers, say youre the GOAT thats baloney
You such a fraud and a fruity, aint pushing buttons deceiving
Whys Jay be giving you blowjobs while you be mixin and tweakin?
No its feet that youre eating, foot fetish, you need in your mouth
Im talkin literally, spread your toes, hes eating them now
you foul, I bet you wont for me now
Dont you Banglez, dont wanna battle then Im kicking you down
Im sorry Hanji
I never meant to merk you
I never meant to take it live but you lied
And switched up for the profits
I said Im sorry Bangy
You know that they deserve truth
That beat you said you made is mine, so you lied
And switched up for the profits
Yo, we got platinum plaques but you snaked up for Jay1
How many of em have you made? None
And you put your name on my beats like a fake one
I aint got no shots on a glassy but you can take some
Didnt wanna suck the same , you turned weirdo
So heres the truth for their ear holes
Me, Banks, started up a production team a few years back called The Superheroes
And we made the pack that any of the beats that we strapped slapped
And get released under the brand, but then he scrapped that
And I took man out of his depression and thats facts
Fuck that, lets talk it up
You rang me back when you was in Waterfront
With no dough like Bro we should talk it up
I got you paid back when it was all or none
Ive been patterning you but you think youve been patterning me?
Sold one of my beats to for a glamorous fee
And didnt tell me, but there werent any anger in me
You treated me like a brother cause the P
Walk in the studes and see if youre good alone
No co-production - no beats, should have known
The beats alright bro, gets well hyped up
I was the one who showed you about FL Slicer
And when I made bad, you was on the sofa on your phone and doing up social media
When I made Screw & Brew, it was me and Sevaqk cant think of a thing, you did neither
But yeah you are more clapped, I would have said it to your face but you wouldnt speak behind Karlas back
In a producer clash - Youve been stealing the bag so this is karma, hah
Im sorry Hanji
I never meant to merk you
I never meant to take it live but you lied
And switched up for the profits
I said Im sorry Bangy
You know that they deserve truth
That beat you said you made is mine, so you lied
And switched up for the profits
Youve got some skeleton inside your closet
I dont know if no one toes it
So, before I defeat you
That foot fetish you roll with, Im a expose it
Come on brudda, youll never be me
You tried to reproduce, I see you shining, but it was cheap
I told Semtex to pay you, he told me youll never be none
I put you up through your depression out of love, lets not stun, its deep shit
Im wondering if his next single is mine
Wouldnt shock me if it is, then my invoice hitting the sky
Im looking crazy, but you the realest bitch in my eyes
Coward in a pagan skin, I grind my teeth and annihilate your worthless work
I mean its greatly bait that I gave you away
But Im done with giving, make your own beats and dont phaser the bass
That drink habits stupid, im sorry, its dumb
You playing victim with the glassy but still liftin the rum
I tried to build him, ghost producing ask
Thats right guys, Im the real Banglez and this kid is a hoax
Im sorry Hanji
I never meant to merk you
I never meant to take it live but you lied
And switched up for the profits
I said Im sorry Bangy
You know that they deserve truth
That beat you said you made is mine, so you lied
And switched up for the profits
Aight bro, remember when everyone left?
When them man there, went in and got their success?
And you was in a studio, on a sofa, who was there bro?
Remember that when we said Rah, whoever the star player is, were gonna push him to that person
Like, I said Bangz, whoever the star player is, were gonna push him to that person fam
But you took advantage of man, fam
Text me saying Its on, fam
Like, your brother, bruv
So, smoke fam
Called you for five whole days bro - like, take me off your page if its on fam
You ignored me fam, you made me take it live bro
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NOT KEYS TO THE CITY LyricsUEmbed |
I Cry Lyrics Shades.. oh yeah if you into my world, you seen a demon & angel I seen before.. Im created for this It takes turmoil and it turns into profit, thats a gift
Woke up this mornin to a feelin that was nothin good Mama celebratin Christmas Day my baby mama lost my son & I had drama on my own kind, I wouldnt at all turn off my phone in the studio guess what I read when I turned it on it said.. The babys gone even though it was early on in the pregnancy somehow I felt connected it affected me Im sitting here with weed, drink and weaponry theres 2 kids to me, whats next for me? cant dwell on it cause its on with mine just sit next to your brother in the line he had a different mom but both of ya mine and I hold ya in due time my baby sit here & I cry
I Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry I Cry Uh Huh
I Try Try Try, I Try.. But it wont come back
Dont matter I cant right that wrong but you gave me a life to write this song you live on and your gone but you still walk with me even if your mom dont, we got lives thats different I sip wine, pop dimes, rhyme bout riches.. which is why I chase that dough still put a meal up for both of yall before Im gone I loved ya life just like my own with that another part of my life is gone but you return through this song if they dont let me through the gates at least yall will get home a demon made angels now you free Im a stay doing me true indeed black Jesus on his birthday I grieve but I celebrate and get cheese, smoke weed bout 10k of ones, my lil kings ball out never fall Im a be there in a hundred mil
My life is a shade of colors, Ion even know man
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Eminem - Difficult Lyrics
Azt kérdezik tőlem jól e vagyok, azt kérdezik tőlem boldog-e vagyok
Vajon azért kérdezik ezeket tőlem, amiért ennyi szarság zúdult rám?
Vagy csak egy kissé ingerült vagyok, és valójában érdeklem őket?
Doody, az életem nagyrészében csak te voltál ott nekem
Most pedig egyfolytában a képeidet nézegetem
Sosem volt alkalmam hogy elmondjam neked, hogy mennyire is de nagyon szeretlek
De most viszont mondogatom, ja… Most amikor te már nem hallhatod
Viszont mi a fasz jó abban, hogy most csinálom ezt?
Valahogyan érzem a jelenléted, hogy itt vagy közel mellettem
Oh, amúgy Húsvétkor elmentem és vittem néhány ajándékot a srácaidnak, annak két gyönyörű fiúnak, hogy legalább egy kicsit könnyítsek a gondolataikon. És tesó, nem fogod elhinni de Sharonda szóba áll velem-Jézusom!
Mindenki próbálja a darabjaiból összekaparni magát
Ember, még is hogy köthettél össze ennyi kibaszott sok életet, és aztán csak így itt hagytál minket?
Azt mondják hogy a veszteség mindenkit máshogyan érint
Ha ez igaz, akkor hogy a faszba tehetném túl magamat rajtad? Ez valóban olyan nehéz amilyennek hangzik
Doody, egy könnycseppem foglalom rímekbe
Erre majd akkor fogsz rábukkanni, amikor eljön az a nap hogy nem fogom többé DeShaun Holtont hiányolni
Ez volt megírva, ez volt elrendeltetve
Egy olyan harcos számára aki nagyon hamar eltávozik, és itt hagyott üresen tátongva…
Hogy vehetett el az Isten egy ilyen jó lelket
Hátat fordítva, és itt hagyva minket összetörött szívvel?
Tudom hogy azt mondanád hogy Lépj tovább!
Légy férfi! Nincs érzelmeskedés! Ez a kötelességed!
Amíg nem találkozunk újra, Doody
Doody, így hívtuk mi egymást
Nem tudom már honnan jött ez
De valahogy ránk ragadott, mindig is tesók voltunk
Sosem érdekelt minket egymás bőrszíne
Míg nem egy nap csak sétáltunk egy nyári napon lent a téren
Lehetett vagy 90 fok, én meg le is égtem
Próbáltam a fák alá húzódni, hogy egy kis kényelembe helyezzem magamat
Csak nyafogok hogy végre érjek már haza
Aztán utánad nézek, erre azt látom hogy te leveszed a pólódat én meg erre „Megfogsz sülni” te meg „Nem dehogy, hisz én fekete vagyok, hülye”! És a feketék bőrébe melatonin van-Mi nem égünk le” Közben az arcom izzad
És úgy érzem hogy felgyulladok
És te meg egész idő alatt röhögsz rajtam
És meg csapkodsz a pólóddal, te szemét!
És ezt még mindig vissza akarom adni neked!
És amúgy meg azokat a Playboyos gyűrűket amiket anyám megfújt tőled, végre Nate megtalálta és vissza adta
Basszus… kb 16 éve lehetett, Nos
Beteszem őket az ékszereid közé
Túlteszem magamat rajta, de igazából még most sem fogtam fel mindezt
De arra mérget vehetsz, hogy a hagyatékod sosem fog feledésbe merülni
A Motor City, Motown, hip hop veterán
A Hip Hop Shopban való izgalmak, mindez nem áll itt le, ja Ez valóban olyan nehéz amilyennek hangzik
Doody, egy könnycseppem foglalom rímekbe
Erre majd akkor fogsz rábukkanni, amikor eljön az a nap hogy nem fogom többé DeShaun Holtont hiányolni
Ez megvolt írva, ez volt elrendeltetve
Egy olyan katona számára aki nagyon hamar eltávozik, és itt hagyott üresen tátongva…
Hogy vehetett el az Isten egy ilyen jó lelket
Hátat fordítva, és itt hagyva minket összetörött szívvel?
Tudom hogy azt mondod hogy Lépj tovább!
Légy férfi! Nincs érzelmeskedés! Ez a kötelességed!
Amíg nem találkozunk újra, Doody
És ez lehet hogy egy kicsit furán hangzik, de elmondom, hogy megtaláltam az a dzsekit amit az esküvőmön hagytál, aztán felvettem és csak megszagoltam
Összehajtottam és egy üvegvitrinbe tettem
Aztán levittem a folyosóra, hogy bármikor rátudjak nézni
És mi mindannyian, én meg a D12 úgy érzünk hogy „Basszameg a rap!”
Ez olyan számunkra mintha a tábornokunk a kibaszott karjaink közt halt volna meg
Kikapcsoltuk az össze személyhívónkat, a postafiókjaink száma is mind megváltozott
A másik énjeinket a szemétbe dobtuk
Tehát, néhány macskának új utat kell majd találniuk
És tudom hogy ez olyan mintha az álmok, veled együtt meghalnának ma
De az az igazság az hogy azok még mindig jelen vannak, de te már nem vagy itt
Purple Gang, annyira beakartad őket futtatni
Ne adjátok fel az álmaitokat, tesó, én szeretlek titeket mindannyiótokat
És Doody, az az igazság hogy összehoztad az embereket, olyanokat akik amúgy sosem jöttek volna össze egy szobában
Ha nem miattad lett volna
Te voltál a béketeremtő, Doody
Tudom hogy néha rosszkedvű voltál
De utáltad a konfrontációkat és igazából utáltad a vitákat
De kiálltál a sajátjaidért, még ha balhéra is került sor
Ha valaminek megkellett történnie, akkor annak meg kellett
Higgyél nekem, tudom hogy te vagy az aki megtanított arra hogy hogy vágjak vissza még Dresdenben, amikor a kocsikat festékpatronokkal lövöldöztük, letartoztattak minket és egymással szembe ültünk a cellában és csak röhögtünk azon hogy ezért 5 évre akartak minket rács mögé dugni
De asszem azok a ribancok meg faszok, akikre rálőttünk még csak meg se jelentek a bíróságon, szóval technikailag szabadon elsétálhattunk
Én te meg… ki is volt ő? Elfelejtettem a kibaszott nevét
Szégyen hogy még a temetésedre is eljött, elárulta a csapatunkat
És ha még egyszer meglátom őt, esküszöm hogy kibaszottul pofán vágom
És ezt Hallie Jade, Whitney Laine és Alliana nevében is mondom
Egy pisztoly lövést leadtam az égbe
Csak is érted, és megittunk néhány italt
Obieval a 54 parkolójában, mielőtt még beszálltunk a kocsiba, hogy még egyszer láthassunk téged
Ez valóban olyan nehéz amilyennek hangzik
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Slick execution from music’s perennial delinquent LyricsEminem has become the first rapper to perform a headline show at Wembley Stadium
I see a lot of people who appear to be fucking wasted – how many people here are fucking wasted? And how many people are here are just fucked up mentally? calls Eminem, introducing My Name Is, the anthem of every angry adolescent on the planet.
Its met with a feral roar from his army of fans, adorned in a uniform of Parental Advisory T-shirts, foam middle fingers or V For Vendetta masks.
You can see why this crowd of largely febrile young men welcome him back to the stage like an army of internet trolls blessed by the presence of their maker: Eminem is the first rapper to headline Wembley Stadium – and yet by his own admission, hes only here because Hyde Park deemed his lyrical content too offensive.
For musics perennial delinquent – now aged 41 – tonight is the first of two shows at the 90,000 capacity venue, and is the first time the Detroit artist has played the city since 2001 – a set that was then threatened by gay and womens rights protesters before the rapper sparked further controversy with the performance itself, as he took the stage replete with chainsaw, Friday the 13th hockey mask and, perhaps the most cardinal sin of all, wearing nothing but a pair of loosely fitting denim dungarees.
This time, however, the goal is to establish himself as one of musics most iconic artists, rather than shock the masses.
In those 13 years Eminem has encountered all manner of wrinkle inducing incidents – family lawsuits, overdoses and subsequent stints in rehabilitation and now sobriety – but he still cuts a striking figure. His arms are big but his face is thin and remains hidden by a black cap throughout the show, with his bleached blond hair barely visible.
He rattles through the first half of the set as if reacquainting himself with the stage, and its not until he brings on surprise guest Dr Dre halfway through the show for Next Episode, Still Dre, G Thang and Forgot About Dre, that Eminems ambitions become fully realised - even if Dres voice is a much more almighty force than his apprentices.
Despite his budget stretching to snag the richest rapper of all time, unfortunately there was no sign of Dido for Stan tonight, her part as an ill-fated pregnant girlfriend instead played by a glamorous backing vocalist in a leotard.
Some of Eminems vision is executed brilliantly – after all, hes been making stadium rap albums since 2002. Tracks like Survival befit its location with its poodle perm guitars, and the Beastie Boys-indebted Berzerk sounds incredible live. Sing for the Moment and Toy Soldiers are huge crowd-pleasers, but then they were always built for arenas – to fill them, maybe, but not necessarily satisfy.
When it works, Eminems music fills the space with a dark, rumbling magic – The Way I Am and his medley of My Name Is, Real Slim Shady and Without Me hits the balance of huge and yet intimately evil – but the flat points during the show come from a lack of menace, of spite, that same sinisterness that first gained him his loyal tribe, and made him so exciting.
• This article was amended on 12 July to correct a song title from Sing It to Sing for the Moment.1Embed |
Scary Movie Lyrics
Whats your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady
Yall wanna make a movie?
We got the film right here
Yeah, Im one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin the city after
Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad & Evil is comin soon
MCs get stuck, head first back in they mothers womb
This shit is written, in my eyes Im the illest MC spittin
Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be cockin pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you
Six percent of yall niggas is just pretend
Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packin semi
Speak darts — yo, you get paid?
Rhymin about it is the sweet part
You cant be street smart with a cheap heart
59, a street nigga with deep feelin
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin
Fuck rap! A lot of yall all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And Ima spit thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, thats why when I spit, your clique stalls
Im a pitbull, Im just dog, Im just raw
Split yall, holler, Its on! – then I diss yall
All of yall niggas get pissed on claimin you pissed off
Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
The one man on the planet thatll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battlell get snatched outta his clothes
So fast itll look like an invisible man standin
Im headed for Hell, Id rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this — and you better inhale!
‘Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin taken advantage of, like Monica Lewinsky
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg
With three spokes stickin outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic aint
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and Im throwin you down a flight of steps
Then Im throwin you back up them
If they dont like the track, fuck em! The rap struck em
Harder than gettin hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
Im sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
Im free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest til you cant breathe
And when Im down to my last breath
Ima climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have half left
Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
Bad, the Bad
The Evil
Put em together
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Unreleased Soul Intent Snippet Lyrics
Fucking suction
Suck it
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Rap God Lyrics
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But Im only going to get this one chance
Somethings wrong, I can feel it
Just a feeling Ive got, like somethings about to happen, but I dont know what
If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble;
And if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances
You are just what the doc ordered
Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genеs
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My penll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Madе a livin and a killin off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin on his nutsack
Im an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You dont really wanna get into a pissin match
With this rappity brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that
Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad
Its actually disastrously bad for the wack
While Im masterfully constructing this masterpièce
Cause Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin this shit aint that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprints
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since
MCs get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? Im a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
Into the motherfuckin Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin?
Little gay-lookin boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin boy
Youre witnessin a mass-occur
Like youre watching a church gathering take place, lookin boy
Oy vey, that boys gay!—thats all they say, lookin boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label every day, lookin boy
Hey, lookin boy! What you say, lookin boy?
I get a hell yeah from Dre, lookin boy
Ima work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin boy!
Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable
Of keepin up with the same pace, lookin boy, cause—
Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way Im racin around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planets Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
So youll be Thor and Ill be Odin
You rodent, Im omnipotent
Let off, then Im reloadin
Immediately with these bombs Im totin
And I should not be woken
Im the walkin dead, but Im just a talkin head, a zombie floatin
But I got your mom deep-throatin
Im out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin in common, poodle
Im a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
Its me, my honestys brutal
But its honestly futile if I dont utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin at me like its lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin
To censor you like that one line
I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine
Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I aint as big as I was, but Im
Morphin into an immortal, comin through the portal
Youre stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I dont know what the fuck that you rhyme for
Youre pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweathers pad
Singin to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, Hey Fab, Ima kill you!
Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman?
Innovative and Im made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and itll glue to you and
Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, hes too mainstream.
Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
Its not hip-hop, its pop,—cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it
I dont know how to make songs like that
I dont know what words to use.
Let me know when it occurs to you
While Im rippin any one of these verses that versus you
Its curtains, Im inadvertently hurtin you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And Im a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but its still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
Im drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
Ima sleep in the front seat
Bumpin Heavy D and the Boyz, still Chunky but Funky
But in my head theres something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and heres what they want from me
Theyre askin me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, lifes handin you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I cant batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?!
Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Dont be a retard—be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?
Woah, you can be a god
You can be a god, a god, oh
Woah, you can be a god
You can be a god, a god, ohEmbed |
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