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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 
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 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 Embed
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 Why be a king when you can be a god?Embed
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 Theres no one as sick as he MCsll still get freakin seed on the grill thenEmbed
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 Embed
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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 Knew that Id be hereEmbed
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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
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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
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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 Embed
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
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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
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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 Embed
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 Embed
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 Embed
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 Ti amo, piccolaEmbed
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 Shit happens, fuck itEmbed
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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 Embed
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 Doody!Embed
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 Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 59Embed
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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
Intro Lyrics Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication Well have more on this story as it develops Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated-- On again/off again relationship with... This just in, a tour bus involving Eminems bus... Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, weve learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot Shady/Aftermath recording artist... Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12 D12, back in the news again today... Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem He insists hes just taking a break, but doubters believe hes retiring, leaving us all to ask, Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?Embed