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Eminem

Rap God

Rap God by Eminem

1926 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishPortuguêsItalianoहिन्दीDeutschFrançaisEspañolCymraegไทย / Phasa ThaiRap God Lyrics "Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings" "But I'm only going to get this one chance" (Six minutes—, six minutes—) "Something's wrong, I can feel it" (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) "Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.  If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble;  And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances" "You are just what the doc ordered" I'm 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 genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't 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 I'm practicin' that I'll 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, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce You might also like 'Cause I'm 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 ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's 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 (Pew!) 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? I'm 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., and induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's 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 (Ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's 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 I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause— I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't 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 it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm 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 "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll 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 ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're 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 Mayweather's 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, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's 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 don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use." Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm 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 I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're 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, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake 'em a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's 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 Don't be a retard—be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?6.8KEmbed

Eminem

Lose Yourself

Lose Yourself by Eminem

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 There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's 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 won't come out He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (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 (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better You might also like His soul's 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 superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's 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 it's 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 (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 (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, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's 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 monotony's gotten me To the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's 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 (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 (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, man1.5KEmbed

Eminem

Killshot

Killshot by Eminem

1513 ContributorsTranslationsDeutschРусскийTürkçeEspañolPortuguêsPolskiItalianoFrançaisNederlands中文Killshot Lyrics You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuckin' beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard (You want smoke) We doin' this once You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird Why you yell at the mic? (Illa) Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt) Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up) Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (Yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (The fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (Pop) It's your moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven You'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's outta ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" But really I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—L's! Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! I'm sick of you bein' wack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (Let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it (Talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it You might also like You fuckin'—oh And I'm just playin', Diddy You know I love you1.8KEmbed

Eminem

Godzilla

Godzilla by Eminem (Ft. Juice WRLD)

Ugh, you're a monster I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet You might also like I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me outta me You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full I'm not afraid to pull a— Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha1.2KEmbed

Eminem

The Monster

The Monster by Eminem (Ft. Rihanna)

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't 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 do's 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 I'm beginnin' to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Goin' coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm— I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' You might also like (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) Now, I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And don't 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, ponderin'll do you wonders No wonder you're 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 love's killin' me and I can't conquer it My OCD's conkin' me in the head, keep knockin' Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin' I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin' Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the— I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and I'm comin' straight at MCs, blood gets spilled and I'll take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin' And shit to say back to the kids who played him I ain't here to save the fuckin' children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are goin' through a struggle, feels it and relates, that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson fallin' way back In the draft, turn nothin' into somethin', still can make that Straw into gold, chump, I will spin—Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straightjacket Face facts: I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothin', I'm still friends with the I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed (Get along with) Get along with the voices inside of my head (You're tryin' to) You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath (And you think) And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Yoo-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Eminem

Without Me

Without Me by Eminem

Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Ra—, *record scratch* 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 Woo! (Ooh, ooh) Guess who's back, back again? Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da) (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da) I've created a monster 'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not cooperating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey!) You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't 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 dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck you, Debbie!) You might also like 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 Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch!" A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves A rebel, so just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass, you asked for me? Well, I'm back, da-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting Testing, "Attention, please" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? 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 A tisket, a tasket, I'll go tit-for-tat wit' Anybody who's talkin', "This shit, that shit" Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You thirty-six-year-old bald-headed fag, blow me You don't know me, you're too old, let go It's over, nobody listens to techno Now, let's go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But, sometimes, the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But it's just me, I'm just obscene (Yeah) Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do Black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey!) There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'd be so empty without me 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 Hum, dei-dei, la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la Hum, dei-dei, la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la Kids!

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Lucky You

Lucky You by Eminem (Ft. Joyner Lucas)

Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food (Yeah) Pass the plate (Yeah), where my drink (Hol' up)? This my day (Yeah, yeah), lucky you, fuck you too, woo! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room (Woo!), give me some room (Hey!), give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move (Boom, bap), y'all gotta move (Woo!), give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished (Bap, bop, bop) Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' (Yuh) You might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys (Woo!) If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time (Yeah!) I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (I) Run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo!) I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo!) Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah) You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno (Bup) Cállate boca mejor, maricón Little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now (Yeah, yeah) Shit get relevant 'til all the beef die down (Yeah) In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down (Bop, bop) I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now (Woo! Woo!) I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (Yeah) You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo! Woo!) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!) You might also like I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way (Yeah), I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em (Ah) Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah), just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (Woo!) I got a couple of mansions Still, I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers (Yeah) And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling! We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap (Yeah) Let's recap, way back, MC's that (What?) Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo) ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap (Nah), and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact (Yeah), where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable they know what button to press Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker (Yeah) I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA (Yeah) But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California Wishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'all Been prayin' for my downfall (Yeah) From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys So y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move Give me some room (Woo!), give me some room (Hey!), give me the juice Hop out the coupe (Joyner!), hop out the coupe (Joyner!), hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move (Boom, bap), y'all gotta move (Woo!), give me the juice

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The Real Slim Shady

The Real Slim Shady by Eminem

May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin' her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!) It's the return of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said Nothing, you idiots, Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha-ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "Chicka-chicka-chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade they've got the Discovery Channel, don't they? We ain't nothin' but mammals— Well, some of us cannibals who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes You might also like I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope) Well, I do, so fuck him, and fuck you too You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me "But Slim, what if you win? Wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears? Yo, shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV "Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee" I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (Agh!) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me So I have been sent here to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? I'm like a head trip to listen to 'cause I'm only givin' you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin' room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it (Err), I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?" It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm goin', when I'm thirty I'll be the only person in the nursin' home flirting Pinchin' nurse's asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin' He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings (Ch, puh) Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha-ha I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up

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Stan

Stan by Eminem (Ft. Dido)

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan You might also like My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old We waited in the blisterin' cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I'd write you, you would write back See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on ‘Cause I don't really got shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months, and still no word—I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin' Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now—I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See, Slim—shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I ain't like you ‘Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it'd all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was—it was you Damn…

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The Ringer

The Ringer by Eminem

*Plane crash* Yeah (Illa, Illa, Illa) Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil' bitch I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y’all are To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?) Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably Shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled) Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch Like Vice President Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ, man, how many times is Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You won't ever see Em icy But as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah) Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up (Illa, Illa, Illa) 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks? And now he wants to take it out on us" (Ooouuu) But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Ooouuu) I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing) So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae' Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with bein' humble And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned And you woulda bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'Cause you missed a line and never caught it 'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest (Illa, Illa, Illa) Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet I don't see why y'all even started with me I get in beefs, my enemies die I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased I'm east side, never be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze "Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't even orange—oh my God, that's a reach!" Shout to all my colorblind people Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green Aquamarine, or you think water is pink "Dawg, that's a date" — "Looks like an olive to me" "Look, there's an apple!" — "No, it's not, it's a peach!" So finger-bang, Pootie Tang Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (Yeah) Invite 'em in like a One A Day I'm not done (Preach!) 'Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people turning's Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Sold the dream to that he's deserted But I think it's workin' These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too scurred to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists" But my beef is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist Can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis 'Cause they've been pannin' my album to death So I've been givin' the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh But they've been puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleanersYou might also like

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Venom

Venom by Eminem

I 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 don't belong Or tells you you're in the wrong field When something's in your mitochondrial 'Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' This medicine's 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, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' Wicked, I get all high when I think I've 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 Hellmann's and being rail thin Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida Proof's 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 they're gonna hate But I don't 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 they're gonna taste my— You might also like Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) 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-it's evident I'm 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 ain't gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, what's her name's 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 (Gandhi) Translation, I will probably kill us both When I end up backin' into ya You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya When you're bit with the— Venom, adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) I said knock knock, let the devil in Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home Ain't no telling when this chokehold On this game will end, I'm loco Became a Symbiote, so My fangs are in your throat, ho You're snake-bitten with my—venom With the ballpoint pen I'm Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut Punk rock, bitch, it's 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 can't 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 I'm bonded to 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm 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 I'm the music that y'all grew up on I'm responsible for you retarded fools I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you And I'm the suit, so call me— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—)

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Mockingbird

Mockingbird by Eminem

Yeah I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But hey What Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier Stiffen up that upper lip What you cryin' about? You got me Hailie, I know you miss your Mom, and I know you miss your Dad When I'm gone, but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry 'Cause you're scared, I ain't there, Daddy's wit' you in your prayers No more cryin', wipe them tears, Daddy's here, no more nightmares We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it Lainie, Uncle's crazy, ain't he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it We're 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 it's confusin' you Daddy's always on the move, Mama's 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 don't 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 don't 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 it's just somethin' we have no control over, and that's what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream You might also like Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why We feel how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise Mama's gon' be alright Heh, it's funny I remember back one year when Daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck 'em under the tree And said some of 'em were from me 'cause Daddy couldn't buy 'em I'll never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night crying 'Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom And at the time, every house that we lived in Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block And your Mom was savin' money for you in a jar Tryin' to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars, 'til someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurt so bad it broke your Mama's heart And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart Mom and Dad was arguin' a lot So Mama moved back on to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And that's when Daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre, and flew you and Mama out to see me But Daddy had to work, you and Mama had to leave me Then you started seein' Daddy on the TV And Mama didn't like it And you and Lainie were too young to understand it Papa was a rolling stone, Mama developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand 'Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now I'm sittin' in this empty house just reminiscin' Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy's still here Lainie, I'm talkin' to you too, Daddy's still here I like the sound of that, yeah, it's got a ring to it, don't it? Shh! Mama's only gone for the moment Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why We feel how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise Mama's gon' be alright And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine I'ma break that birdie's neck I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with Dad! (Haha)

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River

River by Eminem (Ft. Ed Sheeran)

I've 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 don't want to admit to something If all it's gonna cause is pain Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain So let the river run He's comin' home with his neck scratched, to catch flack Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched On his breath's Jack, he's a sex addict And she just wants to exact revenge and get back It's a chess match, she's on his back like a jet-pack She's 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 don't fuck with no man's girl, even I know that But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back Knife in hand, says their relationship's hangin' by a strand So she's been on the web lately Says maybe she'll be my Gwen Stacy, to spite her man And I know she's using me to try to play him, I don't care Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda said "Bye Suzanne" After the first night, but tonight I am You might also like I've 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 don't want to admit to something If all it's 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 we're through? It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous, and Sue Don't want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth Don't take it personal, I just can't say this in person to you So I revert to the studio, like hole-in-the-wall diners Don't have to be reserved in a booth I just feel like the person who I'm turning into's Irreversible, I preyed on you like it's church at the pew And now that I got you I don't 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 can't bring her in this world, shoulda knew To use protection 'fore I bit into your forbidden fruit Fuck! I've 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 don't want to admit to something If all it's gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run My name's (Ooh), my name's (Ooh) River (Ooh), river run Call me (Ooh), call me (Ooh) River (Ooh), we'll 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, I'd be swerving in five lanes Speeds at a high rate, like I'm slidin' on ice, maybe That's why I may have came at you sideways I can't 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 Didn't really wanna abort, but fuck it What's one more lie, to tell our unborn child? I've 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'm sorry) I don't want to admit to something (I fucked up) If all it's gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run

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’Till I Collapse

'Till I Collapse by Eminem (Ft. Nate Dogg)

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo, left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo, left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo, left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left 'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em 'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners You're comin' with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up? Fa' shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck You might also like 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out (Until the roof, until the roof) 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (The roof comes off, the roof comes off) 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps (Until my legs, until my legs) I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse (Give out from underneath me) Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin' your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it, 'cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static? 'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one can beat me

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Not Alike

Not Alike by Eminem (Ft. Royce da 5'9")

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops (Yup) Daybed, iPod "May-back," Maybach (Yup) Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops (Uh) K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox (Yeah) That's how much we have in common (Yah!) That's how much we have in common (Woah!) Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah) That's how much we have in common (Yeah!) That's how much we have in common (Woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!) I don't do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me (What up?) I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy I don't gotta hire goons I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky is blue, the tires new The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy Why these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?) I'm confused tryna figure out How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Everybody doin' chick joints Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin' Bitcoin We don't got nothin' in common (No!) We don't got nothin' in common (No!) Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On them uppers-and-downers (Woo!) I'm into stuff like doublin' commas Find me a brother who's solid To count this shit up and then bust this shit down When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follow or Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Knowledge is power, but powerless If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin' strippers, prostitute retirin' We can spit it for your advance I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas— You might also like Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops (Yeah) Daybed, iPod "May-back," Maybach (Yup) Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops (Uh) K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox (Yeah) That's how much we have in common (Yah!) That's how much we have in common (Woah!) Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah) That's how much we have in common (Yuh!) That's how much we have in common (Woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us— You say you affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!) The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!) But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!) Like you was gonna do somethin' Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!) And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin' You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin' Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!) And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if you're gonna Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better⁠—*gun cock*⁠—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanour So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah) But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun And I'm talkin' to you But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuckers But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock Demigod Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, I'm not getting through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off of ya Better hope I don't call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That I'd be the most hated, though made it So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I fucked on the world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives I'll blow eighty holes in you Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin' A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle to sick individuals Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you bitches fuckin' with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical ('Dentical!)—but not us The only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah!) That's how much we have in common (Yah!) That's how much we have in common (Woah!) Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah) That's how much we have in common (Yeah!) That's how much we have in common (Woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us— (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)

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Berzerk

Berzerk by Eminem

Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That's why my pen needs a pad, 'cause my rhymes on the rag Just like I did with addiction, I'm 'bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em, "Stick it!" So sick, I'm looking pale—wait, that's my pigment 'Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch! The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah You might also like Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it? Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced So I guess it ain't that aftershave Or cologne that made 'em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your body's bangin', jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yes siree 'Bob', I was thinking the same thang So come get on this Kid's rock, baw with da baw, dang-dang Pow-p-p-p-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowin' up a valve, v-v-valve-valve Ain't slowin' it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel-towel Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how At least I know that I don't know Question is, are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid? Hope so, now ho Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) Get your vinyls And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh Sorry, yo—we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow But I am tryin' to find a way to get you alone: car note Oh, Marshall Mathers Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos Girl, you're fixin' to get your heart broke Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain, baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow (Ha-ha!) Word, Rick? (Word, man, you heard) But don't get discouraged, girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) Get your vials

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Fall

Fall by Eminem

(Photoshoot!) You know, everybody's been tellin' me What they think about me for the last few months It's too loud Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Three's not a crowd all up in it Slow fire Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my– Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (Yeah) And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time Paul and Dre They won't tell me what not to say (Nope!) And though me and my party days Have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" (Yah) One last time for Charlamagne If my response is late, it's just how long it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away (Woo) These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, they're mockin' JAY (Yeah) Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate, I call it Walk-on-Water-Gate I've had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once (Yeah!) You wanted Shady? You got him! You might also like Don't fall on my face (Yeah) Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr!) Don't fall on my fate (Ha) Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches (Pump it up!) And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly (Yeah) Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot Lacking with it, "He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit" Ho, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold your head up!" (Huh?)—Kathy Griffin Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition This is how I shot ahead (Pew)—Gabby Gifford My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business Tyler create nothin', I see why you called yourself a ******, bitch It's not just 'cause you lack attention It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-religious If you're gonna critique me You better at least be as good or better Get Earl the Hooded Sweater Whatever his name is to help you put together Some words, more than just two letters The fans waited for this moment like that feature When I stole the show (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Haha) Don't fall on my face (Yeah) Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't) Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (Haha) Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy) Just remember, I was here before you And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you Detractors, I'ma have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew (Ah!) Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine (Yeah) Increase the dose, from least to most And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show Every parasite needs a host (Ha-ha) Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats (Yeah) And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh) A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket How I'm buryin' these artists On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus' Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly' And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo) And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell alone Or I'll show you an Elvis clone Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah) I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture! I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan But I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah) It's too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Three’s not a crowd all up in it Slow fire

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8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Papa Doc

8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Papa Doc by Eminem

Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin' hands up! Look, look Now, while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Now, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? One, two, three, and to the four One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfuckin' MC I know everything he's 'bout to say against me I am white, I am a fucking bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screaming, "Fuck the Free World!" Don't ever try to judge me, dude You don't know what the fuck I've been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence' parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death, he's scared to look At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook! Fuck a beat, I'll go a cappella Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer Fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here, tell these people something they don't know about me You might also like Yo...

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Superman

Superman by Eminem (Ft. Dina Rae)

Mhmmm *inhales* You high, baby? Yeah, hahahaha Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear 'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too (Oh-ooh) I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh, ooh) I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh) Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now: got no ring on this finger now I'd never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a muhfuckin' slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face I'm a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass Don't put out? I'll put you out Won't get out? I'll push you out Puss blew out, poppin' shit Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldn't buy you life What, you tryin' to be my new wife? What, you Mariah? Fly through twice You might also like But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday (Yeah-yeah) Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes It's no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked—bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes We'll be friends, I'll call you again I'll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car I'll be in We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then You don't want that, neither do I I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that's just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I'd never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say: I'm not fazed I hang around big stars all day I don't see what the big deal is anyway You're just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, what's that say? "Rot In Pieces," uh, that's great First off, you don't know Marshall At all, so don't grow partial That's ammo for my arsenal I'll slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you can't have Ooh girl, that's too damn bad Don't touch what you can't grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you 'til you can't stand Girl, you just blew your chance Don't mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman

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Love the Way You Lie

Love the Way You Lie by Eminem (Ft. Rihanna)

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me, and I love it — "Wait! Where you going?" — "I'm leaving you!" — "No, you ain't! Come back!" — We're runnin' right back, here we go again It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You might also like You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feelin', yeah, them chills, used to get 'em Now you're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em? You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em So lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say you're best to go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over It's a different day, sound like broken records playin' over But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me When it comes to love, you're just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time! I apologize, even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna— Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie

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Kamikaze

Kamikaze by Eminem

(Fack) Okay, (Fack) how do I say this? (Fack) Last year (Fack) didn't work out so well for me (Fack) (Fack last year!) (Fack) (Last year can eat a dick!) 2018, (Fack) well (Fack) Hah, yeah, I'm a fuckin' kamikaze crashin' into everything You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G "Duck Alert" Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bed sheet and the comforter Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass I'll ride through your cul-de-sac Window cracked, bumpin' your reference tracks Y-You collaborative effort rap, I-I have never said his raps O-Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap And ruined your welcome mat So spit that shit from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it (Wrote it) (Yeah) While I teabag the microphone 'cause I go nuts on it (On it) (Yeah) Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment Headed right at opponents and I'm the fuckin' pilot that flown it I'm 'bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and I've just begun, "FACK" 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, y'all shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna You might also like I turned to rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't (Wasn't) From the moment I heard rappers cussin', I was in (Was in) Which is why I identify with the guy Who I was invented by, Dre's Frankenstein Energized like a nine volt Ice cold like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll But if the only reason I blowed is 'cause I'm white though Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (Ooh) Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note Here come the guys in white coats tryin' to stop me 'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes 'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone I don't think this typhoon's letting up any time soon, here I go Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and I've just begun, "FACK" 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, y'all should'a let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash Kamikaze, kamikaze Kami, kami-kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze (kamikaze) Take a look at what I've done I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee that Wait, that shit was so ass it's somethin' we wouldn't dare re-air it (Get it) The shit's embarrassing as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher Each nut is the chair width of an Acorn stairlift, beware of me Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin' every beat there is Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin' Somethin' evil is lurkin', I'm no conspiracy theorist But somethin' here is a foot—oh yeah, it's my dick Get the measurin' stick (What?), 12 inches of wood (Haha) Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G "Duck Alert" And I've come to pay respects 'Cause if you sleep you're fucked—other words You get laid to rest and I hope your butt is hurt Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book You got some views, but you're still below me Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth And you know I've always spoke the truth You're lyin' through your teeth so much you broke a tooth And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot

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Walk on Water

Walk on Water by Eminem (Ft. Beyoncé)

I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes (Fuck) Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as Soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flying trapeze Into the dark I plummet, now the sky's blackening I know the mark’s high, butter– Flies rip apart my stomach Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with You're gonna harp, gripe, and That's a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these As pressure increases like khakis I feel the ice cracking, because— I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus (It's the curse of the—, it's the curse of the—) I walk on water (Shit) But only when it freezes You might also like It's the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless And it always feels like I'm hittin’ the mark 'Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart Like, "This shit is garbage!" God's given me all this, still I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded If only they knew, it's a facade and it’s exhaustive And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, 'Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith And I'm not Prince, so… I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water (It's true, I'm a Rubik's—, it's true—) But only when it freezes (It's true—) 'Cause I'm only human, just like you Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do 'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh It's true, I'm a Rubik's—a beautiful mess At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest A flawed human, I guess But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex– Pectations and meet 'em, but first The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean He's goin' too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin' out my palm Every album song I was spazzin' the fuck out on And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on But the only one who's looking down on Me that matters now's DeShaun Am I lucky to be around this long? Begs the question though Especially after the methadone As yesterday fades and the Dresden home Is burnt to the ground and all that's left of my house is lawn The crowds are gone And it's time to wash out the blonde Sales decline, the curtain's drawn They're closin' the set, I'm still pokin' my head from out behind And everyone who has doubt, remind Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares Or gives a fuck about your rhymes And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine 'Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine? But when I do fall from these heights though, I'll be fine I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around, 'cause— I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes 'Cause I'm only human, just like you I've been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do 'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh If I walked on water, I would drown 'Cause I'm just a man But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike So me and you are not alike Bitch, I wrote "Stan"

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Bad Guy

Bad Guy by Eminem

It's like I'm in the dirt, diggin' up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work All it takes is one song on the radio, you're Right back on it, reminding me all over again how you fuckin' just brushed me off and left me so burnt Spent a lot of time tryna soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But I'm coming for closure Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed For the way that you turned your back on me Just when I may have needed you most Oh, you thought it was over? You could just close the Chapter and go about your life like it was nothing You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine Well, I've never recovered But tonight, bet you that what you're 'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind saying, "Let it go, fuck this!" Heart's saying, "I will, once I bury this bitch alive Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset" You might also like I flee the scene (The scene) like it was my last ride You see right through (Right through) Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth (The truth) But it's easier to justify what's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy (The bad guy) I just hate to be the bad guy (The bad guy) Follow me (Follow me), I ruh-uh-un, follow me, I ruh-uh-un I just hate to be the bad– And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped? Shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch Finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it You left our family in shambles You expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? May be gone but he's not forgotten And don't think 'cause he's been out the picture so long that I've stopped the plotting and still ain't coming to get ya You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him's same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through? Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up resentment I hold on to? Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm coming to see you And gee, who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage, and I'm 'bout to take it out on ya Poof, then I'm gone, voosh I flee the scene (The scene) like it was my last ride You see right through (Right through) Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth (The truth) But it's easier to justify what's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy (The bad guy) I just hate to be the bad guy (The bad guy) Follow me (Follow me), I ruh-uh-un, follow me, I ruh-uh-un I just hate to be the bad guy Follow me, I ruh-uh-un, follow me, I ruh-uh-un I've been drivin' around your side of this town Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now Finally, I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I've been waitin' on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm duckin' on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment To come and see ya, but I ain't here for your empathy I don't need your apology or your friendship or sympathy It's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully, and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential—I peeked (Haha) Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak All the way 'round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans Irony's spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck It's just me, you, and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear it We're in a car right now—wait, here comes my favorite lyric "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die" And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy How's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you're in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver's side mirror (Oh, God! Police! Agh!) Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan! Slim: "Chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln Town Car" Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge Ha ha, big bro, it's for you; Slim, this is for him And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again! Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in I'm your karma closin' in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, it's hopeless, I'm that denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again Back's to the wall, I'm stackin' up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, 'cause I'm talkin' a lot of shit, but I'm backin' it all up But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience I'm the ringing in your ears I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal cords after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the bullies you hate that you became with every faggot you slaughtered comin' back on ya Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted 'Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic Of you not knowin' what you had 'til it's gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them I'm the hindsight to say, "I told you so!" Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don't stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say 'Less it makes an impact then don't bother So 'fore you rest your case better make sure you're packing a wallop (A wallop) So, one last time, I'm back 'Fore it fades into black and it's all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started it all Tragic portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker than anything imaginable; Here goes a wild stab in the dark Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off

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Cleanin’ Out My Closet

Cleanin' Out My Closet by Eminem

Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go Yeah Yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin' Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet you're prolly sick of me now Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Ha!) You might also like I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I don't, on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face 'em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Uh) Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, you're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral (Ha-ha!) See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?! You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (Hehe) Well, guess what? I am dead—dead to you as can be! I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

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Not Afraid

Not Afraid by Eminem

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) Yeah To take a stand (To take a stand) It's been a ride Everybody (Everybody) I guess I had to Come take my hand (Come take my hand) Go to that place to get to this one We'll walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin' you know that you're not alone If you're tryna get out Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just follow me, I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say I'ma do somethin', I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtedly And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's Still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game Like a "fuck you" for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe You might also like I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin' crowned, you're gettin' capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! 'Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know how I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud still follows me around But it's time to exorcise these demons These ma'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road And I just can't keep livin' this way So startin' today I'm breakin' out of this cage I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I've been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldn't lift a single shingle on it 'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin', and I'm— I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

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Beautiful

Beautiful by Eminem

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you tryin' to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down then I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt To vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shit's so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles— You might also like In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor Everything's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that I'm not lookin' for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny, like, "Ha! Marshall, you're so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn!" Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles— In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help Now, I could've either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin' stupid Aunt Edna always told me: "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that." Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there Holdin' my tongue, tryin' to talk like this 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at eight-years-old I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't Tryin' to impress my friends no mo' But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it from where you're sittin' It's probably a 110% different I guess we would have to walk a Mile in each other's shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you can fit your feet— In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own (Oh) Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone (So) Are you calling me? Are you tryin'g to get through? (Oh) Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (So) Yeah To my babies: Stay strong Your Dad'll be home soon And to the rest of the world: God gave you shoes To fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself, man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't never let no one tell you You ain't beautiful (So-oh-oh-oh-oh)

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No Love

No Love by Eminem (Ft. Lil Wayne)

Love, love Love, love, love Don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Uh Love Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "Fuck the world," get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (Love) I'm rollin' Sweets, I'm smokin' sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin' right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I'll come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code It's Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found You might also like It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Don't hurt me) That's right, it don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Haha!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around (Yeah) And I don't need you don't (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Get 'em! I'm alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life, I can (Yeah) See these people's ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen Uh, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again (Yeah) Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em? (Yeah!) They call me a freak, 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em (Haha) Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? (Oh!) Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm (Yeah!) 'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah!) Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah) You can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah) Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow (Yeah) When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow 'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (Uh) That means I'm on top of my game And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit) When you're so good that you can't say it 'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit) People just get sick 'cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!) And you can never break my stride (Nope) You'll never slow the momentum at any moment, I'm 'bout to blow You'll never take my pride Killin' the flow, slow venom and the opponent is gettin' no Mercy, mark my words Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Uh) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Don't hurt me) Yeah, that's right, it don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love)

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When I’m Gone

When I'm Gone by Eminem

Yeah, it's my life In my own words, I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for When they know they're your heart and you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? "Daddy, look what I made!" "Dad's gotta go catch a plane" "Daddy, where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy, where is she?" "I don't know, go play, Hailie, baby, your daddy's busy Daddy's writin' a song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself" Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother who's a spitting image of her That's Slim Shady, yeah, baby, Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rock-a-bye baby, ha And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back You might also like I keep havin' this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing She keeps screamin' she don't want me to sing "You're makin' Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy cryin'?" "Baby, Daddy ain't leavin' no more" "Daddy, you're lyin'! You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you ain't leavin' no more, Daddy, you're mine!" She's pilin' boxes in front of the door, tryna block it "Daddy, please! Daddy, don't leave! Daddy, no, stop it!" Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket It's got a picture, "This'll keep you safe, Daddy, take it wit' ya!" I look up, it's just me standin' in the mirror These fuckin' walls must be talkin' 'cause, man, I can hear 'em They're sayin', "You got one more chance to do right and it's tonight Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em 'fore it's too late." And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door It turns to a stage, they're gone and the spotlight is on and I'm singin' And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back Sixty-thousand people all jumpin' out their seat The curtain closes, they're throwin' roses at my feet I take a bow and "Thank you all for comin' out" They're screamin' so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seein' "Daddy, it's me! Help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin'!" "But baby, we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?" "I followed you, Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin' You lied to me, Dad, and now you made Mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad' That's all I wanted, I just wanna give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin'." "But baby, wait!" – "It's too late, Dad, you made the choice Now go up there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us That's what they want, they want you, Marshall, they keep Screamin' your name, it's no wonder you can't go to sleep Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you you will You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real." I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see How could it be that the curtain is closin' on me? I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it Put it to my brain, scream, "Die, Shady!" and pop it The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was Supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin' It's spring and Hailie's outside swingin' I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back *Curtains closing*

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Headlights

Headlights by Eminem (Ft. Nate Ruess)

Mom, I know I let you down And though you say the days are happy Why is the power off and I'm fucked up? And, Mom, I know he's not around But don't you place the blame on me As you pour yourself another drink, yeah I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I went in headfirst, never thinkin' about who what I said hurt In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far? "Cleanin' Out My Closet" and all them other songs But regardless, I don't hate you ‘cause, Ma You're still beautiful to me, ‘cause you're my mom Though far be it from you to be calm Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm And both of us put together could form an atomic bomb Equivalent to chemical warfare And forever we could drag this on and on But agree to disagree, that gift for me Up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to me You're kickin' me out? It's fifteen degrees And it's Christmas Eve, "Little prick, just leave!" Ma, let me grab my fucking coat! Anything to have each other's goats Why we always at each other's throats? Especially when Dad, he fucked us both We're in the same fuckin' boat You'd think that'd make us close (Nope) Further away it drove us, but together, headlights shine And a car full of belongings, still got a ways to go Back to grandma's house, it's straight up the road And I was the man of the house, the oldest So my shoulders carried the weight of the load Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight-years-old And that's when I realized you were sick And it wasn't fixable or changeable And to this day we remain estranged, and I hate it though, but— You might also like I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far ‘Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though ‘Cause you ain't even get to witness your grandbabies grow But I'm sorry, Mama, for "Cleanin' Out My Closet" At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so Never meant that far to take it, though ‘Cause now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not makin' jokes That song I no longer play at shows And I cringe every time it's on the radio And I think of Nathan being placed in a home And all the medicine you fed us and How I just wanted you to taste your own But now the medication's takin' over And your mental state's deterioratin' slow And I'm way too old to cry, this shit is painful, though But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours But I love you, Debbie Mathers Oh, what a tangled web we have ‘cause One thing I never asked was Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keepin' up with every address But I'da flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus Owned a collection of maps And followed my kids to the edge of the atlas If someone ever moved 'em from me That you coulda bet your asses If I had to come down the chimney, dressed as Santa, kidnap 'em And although one has only met their grandma once You pulled up in our drive one night As we were leavin' to get some hamburgers Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you And as you left, I had this overwhelming sadness Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths and I saw your headlights as I looked back And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to Thank you for being my mom and my dad So, Mom, please accept this as a Tribute; I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to Get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to Lay it 'fore I'm dead, the stewardess said to fasten My seatbelt, I guess we're crashin' So, if I'm not dreamin', I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar, ‘cause you're my mom I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life (Start over) One without a cause (Clean slate) So I'm coming home tonight (Yeah) Well, no matter what the cost And if the plane goes down Or if the crew can't wake me up Well, just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Oh, even if there's songs to sing Well, my children will carry me Just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Because I put my faith in my little girls So I'll never say goodbye cruel world Just know that I'm alright I am not afraid to die I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life

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The Way I Am

The Way I Am by Eminem

...Man, whatever Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone Fuck it, just shut up and listen Ayo I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension, dispensin' these sentences Gettin' this stress that's been eatin' me recently off Of this chest and I rest again peacefully (Peacefully) But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me (Speak to me), I don't know you And no, I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty (Is on empty) No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin' you ten feet (You ten feet) in the air I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you (Of all you), I don't mean to be mean But that's all I can be, it's just me You might also like And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content The song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (Finger at me) So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (On Marilyn) and the heroin Where were the parents at? (Parents at?) And look where it's at! Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class city Havin' this happenin' (This happenin') then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way (Rap this way) but I'm glad 'Cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn And it's burnin', and I have returned And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, let's stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top a "My Name Is" And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations And I just do not got the patience (Got the patience) To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be Black 'cause I talk With an accent and grab on my balls so they always Keep askin' the same fuckin' questions (Fuckin' questions) What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where, and the how 'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out 'Cause they drivin' me crazy (Me crazy), I can't take it I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without Someone standin' by it! (Standin' by it) No, I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole, I'm glad 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am (Way I am)

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My Name Is

My Name Is by Eminem

Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? (Excuse me) My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady (Can I have the attention of the class for one second?) Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh) And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady, you a basehead" (Uh-uh) "Then why's your face red? Man, you wasted" Well, since age 12, I felt like I'm someone else 'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; "Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl, dawg" I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off You might also like Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh) Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Ow) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While they're screaming at me, "Let's just be friends" 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh, ahh, ahh) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole" Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (Get him) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh, yup) Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here) When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) 'Cause I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady

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Survival

Survival by Eminem (Ft. Liz Rodrigues)

Yeah! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning it wasn't 'bout the ends, it was 'bout Bustin' raps and standin' for somethin', fuck an acronym Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again With another anthem – why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over, enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up, I'm afraid of What'll happen to them wolves when the thought of being thrown Into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is up Hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie, hold them bitches straighter up Wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos, I ain't deflate enough Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt, 'cause— This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all You might also like I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals, I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man, will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed-up and got a bloodbath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter: I can adjust Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So, floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this muh'fucka, and if I don't make the cut What? Like I give a fuck! I'ma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck Through the side of a pump, zero to sixty, hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh, might've mistook Me for bowin' out, I ain't takin' a bow, I'm stabbin' myself With a fuckin' knife in the gut while I'm wipin' my butt 'Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like gettin' cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut 'Cause I'ma fight 'til I die or win, bitin' the dust It'll just make me angrier; wait, let me remind you of what Got me this far, picture me quittin' Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut! It's survival of what? This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all (Yeah) So, get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle This is it—it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick I don't do this music shit, I'll lose my shit Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth, it's all I know how to do As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showin' you the flow no one do 'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit So there's nothin' for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es 'Cause you'll never take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve 'Cause this is somethin' that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me, then fuck you! Self-esteem Must be fuckin' shootin' through the roof, 'cause trust me My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be Allergic to failure, 'cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then a-chieve! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

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Greatest

Greatest by Eminem

Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (Yeah) Sayin’ I should quit (Ah) I fuckin' tell 'em make me (Bitch) Eat a fuckin’ dick (Yeah) I'm feelin' like the greatest (Woo!) On the beat who ever did it Mike WiLL the one who made it It's Shady on the lyrics I'm somewhat outlandish they say You say we're cut from the same cloth But I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin' At anything that may stand in they way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my CAT scan that day (Yeah!) I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray I’m turnin’ back to a madman, can't take Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage My basal ganglia’s an A to the K Get your ass sprayed like bidets Breakin' your legs eight different ways, ankle to waist You chumps don't even know how to do somethin' To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin’ you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat Or you had them choked up, you'd be yankin' my chain (Ayy) Feel like I'm headed for the padded cell, the Bar for me when I rap isn't fair but Guess that's the standard I'm held to But if somethin' like that doesn't tell ya You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure (Yeah) Then you better take it back to The Shelter and Hamburger Helper 'Cause, damn it, I'm still the You might also like Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I'm the greatest So you sold ten million albums, eh? (What?) Only problem is, you put out ten million albums, eh? (Haha! Wait) What was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know there's people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name, "Die Antwoord!" Fuck, I still can't say this shit, but how quickly they forget Who the fuck I was; now Ninja try to duck my slugs You let ya girl get fucked by Muggs I'd like to give a shout to Cypress (Woo!) This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time took And rappers I hear you talkin' shit I'm just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget though, and jump out the window Somebody better child-proof it (Yeah) 'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit You don't got the tools I got in my toolkit (Bitch!) I bullshit you not, y'all fools just forgot That I'm so fuckin' awful with the thoughts And when I'm hostile and impossible to stop So you can call it a nostril 'cause it's not gonna ever I'll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop 'Cause I'm wipin' up everyone in this genre 'Cause on the mic I feel like I'm the Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I'm the greatest Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention (What?) Is you're one dimension I'm a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention And I love contentions, so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin', gotta strut like a front suspension (Woo) And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (Yeah) Psychopath, Michael Jack's blowin' up like a raft I should slap Vlad with a ISIS flag Bet you I come back twice as bad (Uh) Revival didn't go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that, I'm finna hit back 'Til I run out of gunpowder and split the scene (Pew) Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips are the clips, got the Sig lit like it's nicotine Trigger me and Slim gets mean (Brr!) Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes That's why I call the motherfuckers M16s (Woo!) Float like a butterfly, I'm gonna sting like a bee You ain't harmin' a thing I hit a ding (Ding!) hard as I'm gonna swing I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling (Ow!) But like a wedding band You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring Anomaly, I'm Muhammad Ali 'Cause I knew one day (Hey!) I'm gonna be the Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I'm the greatest

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Like Toy Soldiers

Like Toy Soldiers by Eminem

Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down... Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never supposed to show it My crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe-to-toe with a Benzino It don't matter, I never drag 'em in battles that I can't handle 'Less I absolutely have to, I'm supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross, and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted And I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it That was never my object, for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy somethin' I helped build? It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' **** And that was just outta respect, for not runnin' my mouth And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' about Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth While he's all over TV, down-talkin' the man Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowin' the shit could pop off at any minute, 'cause You might also like Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme and Wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated, 'cause once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated—it ain't just words no more, is it? It's a different ballgame, you call names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it, 50, smash him! Mash on him, let him have it Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'? Well, fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then! But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think That we've just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line Who's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus To show 'em we love 'em back and let 'em know how important It is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all 'fore I let it go any further But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' I'm just willin' to be the bigger man, if y'all can quit poppin' Off at the jaws, well, then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin' I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'Cause Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers

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Sing for the Moment

Sing for the Moment by Eminem

These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin' Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!) 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap His stepfather hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh) I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B It's all political, if my music is literal And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!) You might also like (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!) Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, so we can— Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

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Love Game

Love Game by Eminem (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Something's burnin', I can't figure out what (Out what) It's either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of (Love!) But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone (Ah!) Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan? And the further I walk, the louder (Ah, ah!) Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard ‘Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her (Ah!) The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace! Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo!" ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place (Ah, fuck) But you confirmed my low-end theory though (Ah!) Should've known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Could've made it to home plate (Oh!) But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first "No, (*slurp*) you don't (*slurp*) under— (*slurp*) —stand, (*slurp*) I (*slurp*) don't (*slurp*) do this for (*hic*) anyone, (*hic*) ever (*slurp*)" Yeah, that ain't what they all say? I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé 'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé?! Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? 'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' (Ha) But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray But I'll probably always keep on playin' the— You might also like Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick" Suckin' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya "Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin' Ferris wheel Fuckin' spinnin' on me—fuck you think, we gon' get married still? Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel Like you should fuckin' beat it Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period Now have a blessed day!" (*Phone hangs up*) Bitch, you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain't fuckin' with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem That's analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin' cordial, yeah, I got some home training That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin', "I hope she's good enough Meanwhile you're chasin' her" Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with her Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché It's all my fault anyway, she's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behaviour Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes That's when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin' seventy-three, thank God there's an exit comin' up What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her? Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin' tree, now here she comes at full speed She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin', I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved (The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's layin' next to me in bed—directly aimin' a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab" I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fuckin' romantic I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, "Hit the road", then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, "Be careful driving Don't read this and have an accident" She glanced to look at it and wrecked (*Car crashes*) Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin' While the whore was yellin', "Rape!" 'Til her vocal cords were swellin' And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace 'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though Don't be late, well, the sentiment's great But wait, think there's been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the game of— (*Message sound*) Wait, "dinner at eight"? I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the— Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love

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Space Bound

Space Bound by Eminem

We touch, I feel a rush We clutch, it isn't much But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us It's lust, it's torturous You must be a sorceress 'Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust Don't play games, it'll be dangerous if you fuck me over 'Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show you what it's like to hurt 'Cause I been treated like dirt before ya And love is evil, spell it backwards, I'll show ya Nobody knows me, I'm cold Walk down this road all alone It's no one's fault but my own It's the path I've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so Don't ask me why I have no love for these motherfuckin' hoes Bloodsuckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this? I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be like tryin' to start over I got a hole in my heart, but some kind of emotional roller coaster Somethin' I won't go on, so you toy with my emotions, so it's over It's like an explosion every time I hold ya Wasn't jokin' when I told you you take my breath away You're a supernova and I'm a You might also like I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Right at you I'll do whatever it takes When I'm with you, I get the shakes My body aches when I ain't with you, I have zero strength There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's gonna be that one? And then once we get 'em, it's never the same You want 'em when they don't want you Soon as they do, feelings change It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate I wasn't lookin' when I stumbled onto you, musta been fate But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take? Let's cut to the chase 'fore the door shuts in your face Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open That I won't be makin' a mistake 'cause I'm a I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Right at you So after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryna stop you from leavin' You won't even listen, so fuck it, I'm tryna stop you from breathin' I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you, squeezin' 'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick, ain't no possible reason I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live Tears stream down both of my cheeks, now I let you go and just give And 'fore I put that gun to my temple, I told you this And I woulda done anything for you To show you how much I adored you But it's over now, it's too late to save our love Just promise me you'll think of me Every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm so lost without you, without you Without you

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Unaccommodating

Unaccommodating by Eminem (Ft. Young M.A)

Oh, this what we doin'? Alright M.A I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience But I hate to pay a bill (Hate that) And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that) Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (She came, uh) Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real It's the broke lingo (Huh) And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo) Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (Ooh) I just want some face but this is no facial (Ooh) Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (Hello) Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello) Disrespect that life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr) You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (Huh) I'm in cake mode (Huh), I'm in brave mode, uh What up, Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts) Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (Drip, drip, drip) Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr) Collect pesos (Huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid) Self-made goals (Hey) When the pain leaves (Huh) Where does the pain go? (Where?) Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (There) To the sky is where my brain goes (Wow) Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (Wow) Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?) Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed You might also like Game over, Thanos on you H-O's On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (Yeah) Get the plunger (Plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know) Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox You're gonna need three squads of police officers at least to come pull me off of it and I don't stop Please, dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit 'cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage Each thought'll be so toxic, it'll block the wind through your esophagus Stop it, cutting off your oxygen And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Better watch for Slim, better get to popping and when I'm at the top again I won't topple, I'm giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I'm God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you're born with Lucifer's horns And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Showed them all the blueprint and formula But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh) But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating Man, I don't see why they hate me (Huh?) I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?) They call me Kanye crazy (Yah) APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo) And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah) And the doctor's operating (What?) But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset 'Cause I met your bitch on the internet now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew 'Cause that's what I do, do, do But, even to the untrained human eye We ain't the same, you and I Somebody should have explained to you why For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah) That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah But I know magic and here go my last trick I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that As I begin to fuckin' devour the track And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating

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Legacy

Legacy by Eminem

Tell me where to go Tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say No matter if it's true I'll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? ‘Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalkin' up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin' To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to Be noticed ‘cause I'm cryin' and sobbin' I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker ‘Cause he said that I eye-balled him You might also like And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from (Yeah) all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words ‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? ‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin' ‘Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don’t give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin'? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!" Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome ‘Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em ‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins ‘Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin' 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my— This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy

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Gnat

Gnat by Eminem

Yeah, yeah, sick (d.a. got that dope) They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID; what?) You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat; yeah) Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona) Like you took a bite off of that (You took a bite off of that; damn) And it goes from martian to human (From martian to human; yeah) That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks) They come at me with machine guns (At me with machine guns; brr) Like trying to fight off a gnat Still stackin' my chips, hoes Higher than Shaq on his tiptoes Atop the Empire State Buildin' This shit is like child's play, childrеn I will anni-nihilate, kill them I'll fuck around and pile еight million Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then I'll await my trial date 'til then (What?) Ain't nothin' you say could ever trump (Nah), mic, pencil get killed (Yeah) If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the vice president, chill (Chill) I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill That's why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (Haha, yeah, hold up) And I'm still ride or die for the squad (Yeah) So you know which side that I'm on If a battle line's ever drawn, but if I get involved It'll be like K9's in a brawl But not similar to Mike Vick at all 'Cause even if I don't have a dog in the fight They ain't never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog (Fight in the dog) Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw And rip it off with one swipe of the paw Bitch, you still on my dick or nah? (Nah) If I suck, your wife is a straw (Straw) I'm sick and I'm not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough 'cause You might also like They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID; what?) You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat; yeah) Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona) Like you took a bite off of that (You took a bite off of that; damn) And it goes from martian to human (From martian to human; yeah) That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks) They come at me with machine guns (At me with machine guns; brr) Like trying to fight off a gnat (Like trying to fight off a gnat; yeah, yeah) And d.a. got that dope he sends to me (Uh-huh) It's like pneumonia symptoms and contracting COVID instantly Which is what separates my flow from theirs So that no one gets even close to this to pose a risk to me So vocalistically (What?), that's social distancing (Yeah) Flow going viral, you best stay strapped With that Lysol and get way back (Shh) Get that Pine-Sol and that Ajax 'Cause this dry cough is just like football umpires callin' a playback Bitch, back the fuck up like fifteen yards, these rhymes call for a face mask (Face mask) 'Nother fourteen-day quarantine, they're cordoning off everything This shit lookin' like a horror scene, like me metaphorically (Damn) 'Cause them stay-at-home orders seem Like they just keep getting more extreme Who knows when this nightmare will end (Marilyn)? Like Monroe, Norma Jean (Norma Jean) Still got that heroin lyrical drip with that morphine and that Thorazine 'Cause I'm so fuckin' dope (Dope) and you're a fiend And that's the one thing that hasn't changed (Nope) For some semblance of normalcy But I might need that Hydrochloroquine 'cause I got that (Yeah) The Dark Horse, I'm a knight-mare Mom fed me Valium like air (Mmm) Thought that's why they called it a high chair (Woah) I got a contact like eyewear (Woah) Wait a minute, bitch, let me lie here (Uh) 20/20 hindsight in my side mirror Every year, you drop the ball like Times Square My hair trigger whenever I get an idea's Like, fuck, now my name rings out like a sponge mop And my drip was a drop In the bucket, so that gun shot You just heard just now in that one spot Just came from the nine mil' that I just got That's big bucks and I got a full money clip and I'm loaded I ain't even mean to go the fuck off And I'm still totally inappropriate with an opiate Groping it while I'm holding it like a trophy I'm hoping a little codeine'll get me OD'in' Woah, everything is slow, I begin to floating I know that I'm getting loaded, the pen exploded Hiroshima with the flows, a utopia With the dope, I'm an OG, I'm like the G.O.A.T.​ Here to get your goat little bit of sodium, it's assault (A salt) When I'm at the podium, at your throat, holy camoly I'm in the zone with the shit I'm on Get Imodium and a commode because nobody's even close You're petroleum to plutonium, you're a phony I'm at the crib with your ho Got her at the pole like voting with no clothing Stripped down to a toe ring and here we go with the gloating I've got my nose in the air like a Boeing Then I got into a little bit of an argument with her So I took a little lick of a Klonopin at dinner Then I hit her with the motherfucking ottoman and bit her Then I shot her in the liver, delivered her to the bottom of the river (Dope) But I'm probably gon' jump in the water with her With a wad of money 'cause I got a lot of it And when it come to drippin', I be soppin' like a hundred mile an hour Never runnin' out of either one of 'em, I gotta get it 'cause They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID; what?) You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat; yeah) Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona) Like you took a bite off of that (You took a bite off of that; damn) And it goes from martian to human (From martian to human; yeah) That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks) They come at me with machine guns (At me with machine guns; brr) It's like trying to fight off a gnat (Fight off a gnat)

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Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers by Eminem

You know, I just don't get it Last year, I was nobody This year, I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me Ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me) Yo You might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' (Ruff ruff) Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Rémy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and bein' violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? You might also like New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it (Hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer (Hehe) Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Aks 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (Ah!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out If you talk about me (Talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes Doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot At me (Best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a three-sixty Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, **** ******** **** ******'* * faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey, it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help, uh, here "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me)

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Kim

Kim by Eminem

Aw, look at daddy's baby girl That's daddy's baby, little sleepy head Yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you How did you get so big? Can't believe it, now you're two Baby, you're so precious, daddy's so proud of you Sit down, bitch! You move again, I'll beat the shit out of you! (Okay!) Don't make me wake this baby! She don't need to see what I'm 'bout to do! Quit crying, bitch! Why do you always make me shout at you?! How could you just leave me and love him out the blue?! Oh, what's the matter, Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad, bitch! You're gonna finally hear me out this time! At first I'm like, "Aight, you wanna throw me out? That's fine!" But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?! This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine! How could you let him sleep in our bed?! Look it, Kim! Look at your husband now! (No!) I said look at him! He ain't so hot now, is he? Little punk! (Why are you doing this?!) Shut the fuck up! (You're drunk!) (You're never gonna get away with this!) You think I give a fuck?! Come on! We're going for a ride, bitch! (No!) Sit up front! (We can't just leave Hailie alone, what if she wakes up?) We'll be right back, well, I will, you'll be in the trunk You might also like So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you You really fucked me, Kim, you really did a number on me! Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me But we was kids then, Kim, I was only eighteen That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean That's fucked up! (I love you!) Oh God, my brain is racin' (I love you!) What are you doing? Change the station! I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? (No!) There's a -year-old little Laying dead with a slit throat in your living room! Ha-ha! What, you think I'm kiddin' you?! You loved him, didn't you? (No!) Bullshit, you bitch! Don't fucking lie to me! What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me? Fuck you, asshole! Yeah, bite me! Kim? Kim! Why don't you like me? You think I'm ugly, don't you? (It's not that!) No, you think I'm ugly (Baby!) Get the fuck away from me! Don't touch me! I hate you! I hate you! I swear to God, I hate you! Oh my God, I love you! How the fuck could you do this to me?! (I'm sorry!) How the fuck could you do this to me?! So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you Come on, get out! (I can't! I'm scared!) I said get out, bitch! (Let go of my hair! Please don't do this, baby! Please! I love you! Look, we can just take Hailie and leave!) Fuck you! You did this to us! You did it! It's your fault! "Oh my God, I'm crackin' up" Get a grip, Marshall! Hey, remember the time we went to Brian's party And you were, like, so drunk that you threw up all over Archie? That was funny, wasn't it? (Yes) That was funny, wasn't it?! (Yes!) See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!) And while this is going on, his son just woke up And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut (Oh my God!) So now they both dead And you slash your own throat So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note I shoulda known better when you started to act weird We coulda— hey, where you going? Get back here! You can't run from me, Kim! It's just us, nobody else You're only making this harder on yourself! Ha-ha, gotcha! Go ahead, yell! Here, I'll scream with you, "Ah! Somebody help!" Don't you get it, bitch? No one can hear you! Now shut the fuck up, and get what's comin' to you! You were supposed to love me! Now bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed! So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you *crickets, traffic, and trunk closing*

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Criminal

Criminal by Eminem

A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions A lot of people think that what I say on a record Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cause I'm a criminal! Criminal! You're goddamn right I'm a criminal! Yeah, I'm a criminal! My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em! "Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?" How many records you expectin' to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!) "Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital" Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher! You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin' these charts And you can't stop me from droppin' each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards (Duh) And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave You might also like I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby, 'cause that baby was me I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drank more liquor to fuck you up quicker Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word— My morals went *thhbbpp* when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me: I'm white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain't happenin' to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em- -inem and Kim combined (The maniac's in) In place of the Doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you, Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a criminal! MEL-MAN: Aight, look EMINEM: Uh-huh MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin' money and get the fuck up outta there EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: I'll be right here waitin' on you EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: Yo, Em EMINEM: What?! MEL-MAN: Don't kill nobody this time EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin' nerves! {*Whistling*} How you doin'? TELLER: Hi, how can I help you? EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal TELLER: Okay EMINEM: Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you! TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't kill me! EMINEM: I'm not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin' around TELLER: Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me! EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you TELLER: Don't kill me! EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you! Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it (Go, go, go!) So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it and if anybody identifies The guy in it, I hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one (I am) I'm a criminal!

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Guts Over Fear

Guts Over Fear by Eminem (Ft. Sia)

Feels like a close, it's coming to Fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is Find different ways to word the same old song Ever since I came along From the day the song called “Hi! My Name Is” dropped Started thinking my name was Fault ‘Cause any time things went wrong I was the one who they would blame it on The media made me the equivalent Of a modern-day Genghis Khan Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dawg Gangster? Nah, courageous balls Had to change my style, they said I'm way too soft And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws And the fangs been out since then But up until the instant that I went against it It was ingrained in me That I wouldn't amount to a shit stain, I thought No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught "Do I really belong in this game?", I pondered I just wanna play my part Should I make waves or not? So back and forth in my brain the tug of war wages on And I don't wanna seem ungrateful Or disrespect the art form I was raised upon But sometimes you gotta take a loss And have people rub it in your face Before you get made pissed off And keep plugging, it's your only outlet And your only outfit, so you know they gonna talk about it Better find a way to counter it quick and make it… ah Feel like I've already said this a kabillion 80 times How many times can I say the same thing Different ways that rhyme? What I really wanna say is, if there's anyone else that can relate to my story, bet you feel the same way I felt When I was in the same place you are, when I was afraid to— You might also like I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid I'd never be found (My dreams) I didn't wanna go another round (Yeah) An angry man's power will shut you up (Agh!) And trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run (Yeah) Guts over fear (The time is near) Guts over fear (Might shed a tear) For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down (Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear Feels like a close, it's coming to Fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know I know what it was like, I was there once Single parents, hate your appearance As you struggle to find your place in this world And the pain spawns all the anger on But it wasn't 'til I put the pain in song Learned who to aim it on that I made a spark Started to spit harder shit Learned how to harness it while the reins were off And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part Was soon as I stopped saying I gave a fuck Haters started to appreciate my art And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I caused But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone And the lights go out in that trailer park? Oh And the window is closing and there's nowhere else that I can go with flows and I'm frozen ‘Cause there's no more emotion for me to pull from Just a bunch of playful songs that I make for fun So, to the break of dawn, here I go recycling the same old song But I'd rather make “Not Afraid 2” Than make another motherfucking “We Made You,” ah Now, I don't wanna seem indulgent When I discuss my lows and my highs My demise and my uprise, pray to God I just open enough eyes later on And gave you the supplies and the tools To hopefully use that'll make you strong Enough to lift yourself up, when you feel like I felt ‘Cause I can't explain to y'all how dang exhausted my legs felt Just having to balance my dang self When on eggshells, I was made to walk But thank you, Ma, ‘cause that gave me the Strength to cause Shady-mania, so when they empty that stadium Least I made it out of that house And found a place in this world when the day was done So this is for every kid who all's they ever did Was dreamt of one day just getting accepted I represent him or her, anyone similar You are the reason that I made this song And everything you're scared to say Don't be afraid to say no more From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk Take it with a grain of salt—and eat their fucking faces off! The legend of the angry blonde Lives on through you when I’m gone, and to think I was a— I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid I'd never be found (My dreams) I didn't wanna go another round (Yeah) An angry man's power will shut you up (Agh!) And trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run (Yeah) Guts over fear (The time is near) Guts over fear (Might shed a tear) For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down (Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear1KEmbed

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Kill You

Kill You by Eminem

When I was just a little baby boy my momma used to Tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized She was the crazy one But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it 'Cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (Ahh) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore 'Til the vocal cords won't work in her throat no more? (Ahh) These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm sayin' this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (Ahh) Put your hands down, bitch—I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (Ahh) Shut up, slut! You're causin' too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut—okay, Ma? "Oh, now he's rapin' his own mother Abusin' a whore, snortin' coke and we gave him the Rollin' Stone cover?" You goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious Vain Vicodin, *vrin vrin vrin!* Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts You might also like Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nuttin' but a girl to me (I said) You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Bitch, I'ma kill you!) Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows, and film you Fuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up I'm tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then if he does it again You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth (Ahh) Bitch, I'ma kill you! I ain't done, this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it Three or four times in a tub, but that's normal, ain't it, Norman? Serial killer hidin' murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine Out of our minds and we want in yours: let us in Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me (I said) You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Haha) Know why I say these things? 'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks These 80 G's a week to say the same things tweece Twice, whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots, I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with 'em 'cause their ratings stink?! Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her From principal to the student body and counselor From in-school to before-school or outta school I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' Air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​ I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache You faggots keep eggin' me on 'Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?! Shut up! Give me your hands and feet! I said shut up When I'm talkin' to you! You hear me? Answer me! Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nuttin' but a girl to me, bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why not?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you Hahaha I'm just playin', ladies You know I love you

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White America

White America by Eminem

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 we're told (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a fuckin' 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 would've 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 must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office 'Cause Congress keep tellin' me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumpin' it on You might also like White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown, Shady'd lose, Shady sits on the shelf But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon, baby (Ooh, baby!) — Look at my sales! Let's do the math: If I was black, I would've sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back Give me the mic! Show me where the fuckin' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like "Fuck it," until I met Dre, the only one to look past Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got Was prob'ly his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn, we just swapped: sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow I'm like my skin is it startin' to work to my benefit now? It's— White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise would've never knew these words exist Whose moms prob'ly would've never gave two squirts of piss 'Til I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence Straight out the tube, right into your livin' rooms I came And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected with me too, because I looked like them That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin' with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waitin' to choke, tightenin' around my throat Watchin' me while I write this, like, "I don't 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 I'm catchin' the flak from these activists when they raggin' Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say "faggot", shit Just look at me like I'm your closest pal The poster child, the motherfuckin' 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 shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit 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 *galf*​​ and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you, Ms. Cheney! Fuck you, Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! Fuck you! Ha ha ha, I'm just playin', America You know I love you

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Darkness

Darkness by Eminem

I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness anymore (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Here I am, alone again Can't get out of this hole I'm in It's like the walls are closin' in You can't help me, no one can I can feel these curtains closin' I go to open 'em But something pulls 'em closed again (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Feels like I'm loathing in Las Vegas Haven't got the vaguest why I'm so lost But I'd make you this small wager If I bet you I'll be in tomorrow's paper Who would the odds favor? (Hello, darkness, my old friend) I'm so much like my father, you would think that I knew him I keep pacin' this room, Valium, then chase it with booze One little taste, it'll do Maybe I'll take it and snooze, then tear up the stage in a few (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Fuck the Colt 45, I'ma need somethin' stronger If I pop any caps, it better be off of vodka Round after round after round, I'm gettin' loaded (Haha) That's a lot of shots, huh? (Double entendre) (Hello, darkness, my old friend) You might also like And I don't wanna be alone in the darkness (Yeah) I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness anymore (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Now I'm starin' at the room service menu off a benzo I can hear the music continue to crescendo I can see the whole fuckin' venue from my window That's when you know you're schizo (Hello, darkness, my old friend) 'Cause I keep peekin' out the curtain from the hotel The music is so loud But it's almost as though I don't hear no sound I should get ready for the show now Wait, is this the whole crowd? I thought this shit was sold out (Hello, darkness, my old friend) But it's only the opening act, it's early, don't overreact Then something told me relax And just hope for the show to be packed Don't wanna hit the stage before they fill each row to the max 'Cause that'd be totally wack You can't murder a show nobody's at (Hello, darkness, my old friend) But what if nobody shows? Panic mode 'Bout to snap and go motherfuckin' wacko at any second 'Bout to cancel the show just as fans below rush the entrance Plan is a go to wreck shit, cameras in all directions (Hello, darkness, my old friend) The press is 'bout to go ape shit, bananas on all the networks Commando with extra clips, I got ammo for all the hecklers I'm armed to the teeth, another Valium, fall off the bed Hit the ground and crawl to the dresser Alcohol on my breath as I reach for the scope (Hello darkness, my old friend) I'm blackin' out, I'm all out of meds With them benzodiazepines gone Now it's just magazines sprawled out on the floor Fuck the media, I'm goin' all out, this is war (Hello, darkness, my old friend) And I don't wanna be alone in the darkness (Yeah) I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness anymore (Hello, darkness, my old friend) People start to show up, time to start the show up It's 10:05 PM and the curtain starts to go up And I'm already sweatin', but I'm locked and loaded For rapid fire spittin' for all the concert-goers Scopes for sniper vision, surprise from out of nowhere As I slide the clip in from inside the hotel Leanin' out the window, going Keyser Söze Finger on the trigger, but I'm a licensed owner With no prior convictions, so law says sky's the limit So my supply's infinite, strapped like I'm a soldier Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences Some of them John Travolta, staying alive by inches (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Cops are knockin', oh fuck, thought I blocked the entrance Guess show time is over No suicide note, just a note for target distance But if you'd like to know the reason why I did this You'll never find a motive, truth is I have no idea I am just as stumped, no signs of mental illness Just tryin' to show ya the reason why we're so fucked 'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference (Hello, darkness, my old friend) And I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness I don't wanna be alone in the darkness anymore (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Yeah, we do have some breaking news from the Associated Press right now Just gonna bring that up because we are hearing— (I've come to talk with you again) We have told you that the shooter is dead And we have just learned that police are saying that the Las Vegas shooter killed himself (Hello, darkness, my old friend) That is the bartender there at Mandalay Bay and I believe we're going to hear more from her (I've come to talk with you again) Yeah, we just wanted to share that with you You can see behind me here, this is what he looks like (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Now we did just tell you that police just earlier... Metro was telling us that he killed himself inside the hotel room (I've come to talk with you again) Good morning, as we come to you on the air (Hello, darkness, my old friend) We bring you breaking news, a school shooting (Crushing news) Another school shooting (Eleven people dead) Reports of a number of fatalities, and this time it is in Santa Fe, Texas (I've come to talk with you again) That is just outside Galveston (That no one saw coming) A mass shooting at a Southern Californian school (A suspect has been...) (Hello, darkness, my old friend) We are following breaking news this morning Another deadly school shooting This one in Santa Fe, Texas, that's just outside Houston (I've come to talk with you again) Twenty-six killed and twenty others wounded (Houston affiliate is reporting) At least nine people have been killed (Somber words, making it the deadliest shooting in Texas history) (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Five people dead The attacker opening fire outside the church during a morning worship session He unloaded the chaotic and terror, making his way inside (Five people killed in a workplace shooting, dozens of officers) (I've come to talk with you again) This, a deadly shooting at a food festival in Northern California (Hello, darkness, my old friend) Three people so far dead Breaking news (Fifteen wounded) A deadly shooting at a newspaper office in Annapolis (A gunman opened fire) (I've come to talk with you again) Newly-released surveillance video shows the moments leading up to a mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio Authorities say the shooter...

Eminem

Believe

Believe by Eminem

And I started from the bottom Like a snowman—ground-up Like round chuck, and still put hands on you Stayin' wound up is how I spend time (Get it?) Sucker free, confidence high Such a breeze when I pen rhymes I just got that air about me like wind chimes (Yeah) 'Nother day in the life (Uh) Used to have to scrape to get by (Yeah) Now my community's gated and I Made it and my neighbors say hi (Say hi) I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now Guess it means I'm way in the sky (Way in the sky) But I still remember the days of Minimum wage for general labor Welfare recipient since a minor Look how government assistance has made ya! Adversity, if at first you don't succeed Put your temper to more use 'Cause bein' broke's a poor excuse That should only give you more fuel Show 'em why you're you So close, God, it's like I almost got it But close only counts in time bombs and horseshoes So I Unabomb shit—tick, tick, tick—no remorse, pew! Screw it, I'm lit, and that attitude I blew up on quick That's why they call me firecracker I grew up on WIC—wick, wick, wick—with a short fuse I got some important news to report to Anyone who thought I was done: nah bitch, not quite Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours? You might also like Do you still believe in me? Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see? I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down I'll never quit, do you still believe in me? Man, I know sometimes These thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice To me they're just ink blots I just fling 'em like slingshots and so precise So you might wanna think it over twice (Yeah) Or you retards can roll the dice But beef will at least cost you your career 'Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced But this middle finger's free as a bird Nuke warhead at birth, hugest forehead on Earth Too short for the verse, studied his formula, learned How to incorporate a curse Point it towards corporate America Stick a fork in and turn 'Cause four-letter words are more better heard The world force-fed a turd to me, you're getting yours But sometimes I overdo it, but I just get so into it I was there consolin' you when no one knew it When your situation showed no improvement I was that door, you walked over to it I'm the light at the end of the tunnel So people are always lookin' to me as they're goin' through it When that tunnel vision is unclear Shit becomes too much to bear Since "Cleanin' Out My Closet" When I was havin' trouble with the snare I'm that unrealistic prayer answered And I'ma get you jacked up like you're tryna fix a flat, uh When you struggle with despair That double-fisted, bare-knuckles coupled with this pair Of nuts I'm cuppin', I am your 'fuck it' switch, nothin' can compare Do you still believe in me? Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see? I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down I'll never quit, do you still believe in me? Started from the bottom like a snowman Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that But my battery's low, I'ma need a boost to my pack And I know that I always got Proof at my back I called you "Proof" because I knew for a fact My ace in the hole, homie, I'm callin' on you 'Cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose faith in it, so Give me that inkling and mo– –tivation to go, Hussein with the flow Fake fans that are two-faced didn't show Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul Layin' vocals two days in a row True statement, hate to go down this road But there's only one route to cross this bridge So I walk in this bitch with loose change 'Cause all my dues paid, but this booth's takin' its toll But it's never too late to start a new beginnin' That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon' do? Use the tools you're given! Or you're gon' use the cards you're dealt As an excuse for you to not do shit with 'em? I used to play the loser/victim 'Til I saw the way Proof was driven I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets Fanny packs, hourglasses If time was on my side, I'd still have none to waste Man, in my younger days That dream was so much fun to chase It's like I'd run in place While this shit dangled in front of my face But how do you keep up the pace And the hunger pangs once you've won the race? When that dual exhaust is coolin' off 'Cause you don't got nothin' left to prove at all 'Cause you done already hit 'em with the coup de grâce Still you feel the need to go full tilt That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill When that wheel's loose, I won't lose will Do you still believe?

Eminem

Evil Twin

Evil Twin by Eminem

Yeah Tryna figure out the difference But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred I'm in a strange place I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space ‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face I need a change of pace ‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey And started slowly roastin' 'em ‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings I feel like I play for the Saints I just wanna hurt you—aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes I'm frustrated ‘cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle Suck a duck, crawl out the back—it's a bar fight Prepare your arsenal And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full "You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin) Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court I'll be naked and just wear a law suit Judge be like, "That's sharp How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass? You're lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker! You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus' ‘Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change but only for the worse I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse—so satanic K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they can't even spin back the curse words ‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker Rekcufrehtom! (Rape your mother)— Tihs! (Kill your parents) And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits? Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'" From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!" But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition (Haha) Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies You might also like There's darkness closing in (Evil twin), there it goes again (My evil twin) It controls my pen (My evil twin), but that ain't me, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) But he's just a friend (Evil twin) who pops up now and again (Evil twin) So don't blame me (Evil twin), blame him, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, F with Christina I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba My album's just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3s Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin' Bedridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh- Ledger My suicide note's barely legible; read the Bottom, it's signed by the Joker Lorena said I never can leave her She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver Golly wolly, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em ‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin' Made 'em break out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (Evil grin) (Evil twin) please come in; what was your name again? Hi! Faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there Peace to Whitney Jeez, just hit me That I should call the Looney Police to come get me ‘Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth I wish someone'd finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, Jo- -se Baez couldn't beat this rap—O.J., no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (Hey ho!) I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray" No, I’m hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8 And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling? You tryin' to hold hands with your homie? What, you think I'm lookin' for romance ‘cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work So are you, but you're broke ‘cause you don't work But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize ‘Cause we are the same Bitch

Eminem

I’m Back

I’m Back by Eminem

That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady-Shady!) I murder a rhyme, one word at a time You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? I'm waitin' for Hell, like Hell, shit, I'm anxious as Hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve Thirteen, I was puttin' shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block 'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (Hey Ma', Ma'!) I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed, too much cess, depressed, too upset It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (Yes) Grew up quick (No), was raised right Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say's right You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi" Became a commodity 'cause I'm W-H-I- T-E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me Can't wait 'til Kim sees me Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips, bitch! What, my mouth isn't workin'? You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now You might also like That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (Shady!) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music And if he feeds into this shit, he's an innocent victim And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe (*Scratches*) My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational (*scratch*), "Back is the incredible!" With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff on the Internet Tryin' to lure your kids with him into bed (Uh) It's a sick world we live in these days "Slim, for Pete's sakes, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!" ("Oh, oh, oh, oh!") Geez, you guys are so sensitive "Slim, it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it" Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic whose eyes get so squinted I'm blind from smoke in 'em with my windows tinted With nine limos rented, doin' lines of coke in 'em With a bunch of guys hoppin' out, all high and indo-scented And that's where I get my name from That's why they call me— They call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Back) (Slim Shady!) I take seven {kids} from {Columbine}, stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a .9 A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time (Ahh-! Ahh-ahh-!) 'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy As the world was over this whole Y2K thing And by the way, NSYNC, why do they sing? Am I the only one who realizes they stink? Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings? It's why I tend to block out when I hear things 'Cause all these fans screamin' is makin' my ears ring (Ahh!) So I just throw up a middle finger and let it linger Longer than the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina 'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy, you know this I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name? I'm Slim Shady (*scratch*- Slim, I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (*scratch*- I'm back), I'm back (I'm- *scratch*- I'm back) (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (*scratches* Slim, I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back They call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (*scratch* I'm back), I'm back Guess who's b-back, back Gue-gue-guess who's back (Hi, Mom!) {​​*scratch*}​​ Guess who's back {​​*scratch*}​​ Gue— {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back D-12 {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back Dr. Dre {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back Back back {​​*scratch*}​​ back {​​*scratch*}​​ Slim Shady, 2001 I'm blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck

JAY-Z

Holy Grail

Holy Grail by JAY-Z (Ft. Justin Timberlake)

You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you (Yeah) You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it I still don't know why (Yeah) Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah) Oh (Thanks for warning me; yeah) You curse my name in spite to put me to shame (Yeah) Hang my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame (Yeah) But I still don't know why (Don't know why) Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah, yeah) Yeah (Thanks for warning me; yeah, yeah) And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold One day, you're here (Yeah), one day, you're there (Yeah) One day, you care (Yeah), you're so unfair Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over (Uh, uh; yeah) Holy Grail Uh, Blue told me remind you niggas, uh Fuck that shit y'all talkin' 'bout, I'm the nigga, uh (Yeah) Caught up in all these lights and cameras, uh But look what that shit did to Hammer (Yeah), uh Goddamn it, I like it Bright lights is enticin' But look what it did to Tyson All that money in one night Thirty mil' for one fight But soon as all that money blows All the pigeons take flight Fuck the fame, keep cheatin' on me What I do? I took her back Fool me twice, that's my bad I can't even blame her for that Enough to make me wanna murder Momma, please just get my bail I know nobody to blame Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself, uh You might also like And we all just entertainers And we're stupid and contagious (Yeah) No, we all just entertaine— And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold One day, you're here, one day, you're there One day, you care, you're so unfair Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail (Yeah) Now I got tattoos on my body Psycho bitches in my lobby I got haters in the paper Photo shoots with paparazzi (Yeah) Can't even take my daughter for a walk See 'em by the corner store I feel like I'm cornered off Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off (Yeah) Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though? I'm gettin' high, sittin' low Slidin' by in that big body Curtains all in my window (Yeah) This fame hurt, but this chain worse I think back you asked the same person If this is all you had to deal with Nigga, deal with, this shit ain't work This light work, camera snappin', my eyes hurt Niggas dyin' back where I was birthed Fuck your iris and the IRS (Yeah) Get the hell up off your high horse You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours Why you mad? Take the good with the bad Or throw the baby out with that bath water You're still alive, still that nigga Nigga, you survived, still gettin' bigger Nigga, livin' the life, vanilla wafers in a villa Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's Thriller And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) I just can't crack your code (Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh) One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) One day, you're here, one day, you're there One day, you care, you're so unfair (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail (Yeah) You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it (Yeah) And you take the blade right out my heart Just so you can watch me bleed (Yeah) And I still don't know why (Don't know why) Why I love you so much (Yeah, thanks for warning me) Yeah (Thanks for warning me) (Yeah) And you play this game in spite to drive me insane (Yeah) I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink With guess whose name? But I still don't know why (Yeah, don't know why) Why our love is so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah) Yeah (Thanks for warning me; yeah) And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) I just can't crack your code (Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh) One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) One day, you're here, one day, you're there One day, you care, you're so unfair (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail (Yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh (Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail, yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail, yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Holy, holy, holy) Don't know why

JAY-Z

Empire State of Mind

Empire State of Mind by JAY-Z (Ft. Alicia Keys)

Yeah Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out (Come on), I could trip a referee (Come on) Tell by my attitude (Come on) that I'm most definitely from In New York (Ayy, uh, yeah; aha) Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah, okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha; uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG; uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh, I made you hot, nigga) You might also like Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add Eight million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley Labor Day Parade—rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (Come on, come on) Long live the king, yo (Come on)—I'm from the Empire State, that's In New York (Ayy; uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good, okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders Or they could step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Lined with casualties who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse—don't bite the apple, Eve! Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out City of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA (Come on) got you feelin' like a champion (Come on) The city never sleeps (Come on), better slip you a Ambien In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) One hand in the air for the big city (Oh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh) No place in the world that could compare (Nah) Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) In New York (Uh, yeah, oh) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

JAY-Z

Part II (On the Run)

Part II (On the Run) by JAY-Z (Ft. Beyoncé)

Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway? Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway? Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché What about the bad guy goes good, yeah? An innocent love I'm misunderstood, yeah? Black hour glass, our glass Toast to clichés in a dark past Toast to clichés in a dark past Boy meets girl, girl perfect woman Girl get to bustin' before the cops come running Chuck the deuces, chugging D'USSÉ, ugh Fuck what you say, boys in blue say I don't care if we on the run Baby as long I'm next to you (Uhuu) And if loving you is a crime Tell me why do I bring out the best in you Why I hear sirens while we make love Loud as hell, but they don't know They're nowhere near us I will hold your heart and your gun I don't care if they come, noooo I know it's crazy but You might also like They can take me Now that I found the places that you Take me Without you I got nothing to lose I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit Matching tats, this Ink don't come off Even if rings come off, if things ring off My nails get dirty, my past ain't pretty My lady is, my Mercedes is My baby momma harder than a lot of you niggas Keep it 100, hit the lottery niggas You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, nigga You know it's till the death, I hope it's obvi to niggas Ugh Cross the line, speak about mine I'ma wave this TEC, I'm a geek about mine Touch a nigga where his rib at, I click clack Push your mothafuckin' wig back, I did that I been wilding since a juvi, she was a good girl 'til she knew me, now she is in the drop bustin' Uey's, screaming They can take me Now that I found the places that you Take me Without you I got nothing to lose Deeper than words, beyond right Die for your love, beyond life Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice Blind me baby with your neon lights Ray Bans on, police in sight Oh, what a beautiful death, let's both wear white If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell Just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it If it's me and you against the world, then so be it I don't care if they give me life I get all of my life from you (Uhuu) And if loving you had a price I would pay my life for you I hear sirens while we make love Loud as hell, but they don't know They're nowhere near us I will hold your heart and your gun I don't care if they come, noooo I know it's crazy but I don't care I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away No I swear I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away I don't care I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away No I swear I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away (Without you I got nothing to lose)

JAY-Z

The Story of O.J.

The Story of O.J. by JAY-Z

Skin is, skin is Skin black, my skin is black My, black, my skin is yellow Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga I like that second one Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J.," okay House nigga, don't fuck with me I'm a field nigga, with shined cutlery Gold-plated quarters, where the butlers be I'ma play the corners where the hustlers be I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood That your mama rentin' Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood That's how you rinse it" I bought every V12 engine Wish I could take it back to the beginnin' I coulda bought a place in DUMBO before it was DUMBO For like 2 million That same building today is worth 25 million Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo You might also like Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it Financial freedom my only hope Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke I bought some artwork for one million Two years later, that shit worth two million Few years later, that shit worth eight million I can't wait to give this shit to my children Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99 I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8 I turned my life into a nice first week release date Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh? Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh Y'all on the 'Gram holdin' money to your ear There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga

JAY-Z

4:44

4:44 by JAY-Z

Do I find it so hard When I know in my heart I'm letting you down every day Letting you down every day Why do I keep on running away? Look, I apologize, often womanize Took for my child to be born, see through a woman's eyes Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles Took me too long for this song, I don't deserve you I harassed you out in Paris "Please come back to Rome, you make it home" We talked for hours when you were on tour "Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone!" I said: "Don't embarrass me" instead of "Be mine" That was my proposal for us to go steady That was your 21st birthday You matured faster than me, I wasn't ready So I apologize I seen the innocence leave your eyes I still mourn its death and I apologize for all the stillborns 'Cause I wasn't present, your body wouldn't accept it I apologize to all the women whom I toyed with your emotions 'Cause I was emotionless And I apologize 'cause at your best, you are love And because I fall short of what I say I'm all about Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed And you stare blankly into space Thinkin' of all the time, you wasted it on all this basic shit So I apologize You might also like I'm never gonna treat you I'm never gonna treat you like I should Oh I apologize Our love was one for the ages and I contained us And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions Or sleep with our back turned We supposed to vacay 'til our backs burn We're supposed to laugh 'til our heart stops And then meet in a space where the dark stop And let love light the way Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face I never wanted another woman to know Something about me that you didn't know I promised, I cried, I couldn't hold I suck at love, I think I need a do-over I will be emotionally available if I invited you over I stew over; "What if—" "You over my shit?" I'm never gonna treat you I'm never gonna treat you like I should Oh And if my children knew I don't even know what I would do If they ain't look at me the same I would prob'ly die with all the shame "You did what with who?" What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate? "You risked that for Blue?" If I wasn't a superhero in your face My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes And the mask goes away And Santa Claus is fake And you go online and see For Blue's tooth, the tooth fairy didn't pay I'm never gonna treat you like I should

JAY-Z

Tom Ford

Tom Ford by JAY-Z

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Coming up, coming down Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck-all-y'all season Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out, them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in, and Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdos, yeah Hov, yeah Hov You might also like I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothing 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on y'all Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Oh, man, homie, so throwed Coming up, coming down Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Hold up I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

JAY-Z

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt by JAY-Z (Ft. Rick Ross)

"A little over a year ago I was in bondage. And now I'm back out here, reaping the blessings, and getting the benefits that go along with it. Everything that's out here for kings like us. The reason why we like this—this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff—they don't understand, it's because we really from Africa. And that's where all this stuff come from. And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying? So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things. It's in our genes, know what I'm saying? We just don't all know our history, so…" Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it I just landed in Europe, nigga Shoppin' bags, I'm a tourist, nigga Money talk, I speak fluent, nigga Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga Look at me, I'm pure, nigga I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga I don't bop, I do the money dance My bitch whip cost a hundred grand Red vert, you see me slide Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Sexy bitch, I know she 'bout it Fuck with me, you know I got it You might also like Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Hov just landed in Rome, nigga All hail, Caesar's home, niggas Cent'anni, ciao bella Come money dance with the good fellas Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it Even if a nigga gotta rob it, get it? Black Jack in a casino A nigga got unlimited credit, uh A nigga got a lot of vendettas, uh But we the Black mob, we gon' set it, uh Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach Lucky Luciano is what they call me, paesano A 100 keys at the piano Plays across the Verrazano El Padrino, in the villa in Venice, sippin' vino Not bad for a mulignan Y'all know like we know, I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it Bad bitch, I know she 'bout it I'm ridin' big, comin' down that beach Geechi niggas with satin sheets Bad bitch, she a masterpiece Got a bad bitch, she a master; peace

JAY-Z

Renegade

Renegade by JAY-Z (Ft. Eminem)

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin' What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, "No, he's not around" Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits? But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a You might also like Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)

JAY-Z

99 Problems

99 Problems by JAY-Z

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole! If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward" Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! You might also like The year is '94, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?" ‘Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low? Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some more? "Well, you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four License and registration and step out of the car Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?" Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something?" Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come!" I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' em D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got ninety-nine problems, bein' a bitch ain't one – hit me! Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy

JAY-Z

Oceans

Oceans by JAY-Z (Ft. Frank Ocean)

(You see this motherfucking face) Blessings, blessings, yeah, I see.. Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean Dope boy still smelling like cocaina White boat, white robe, can he be more cleaner? The oil spill that BP ain't clean up I'm anti-Santa Maria Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket Black card go hard when I'm shopping Boat docked in front of Hermès picking cotton Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get seasick See me in shit you never saw If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all Aww, whole world's in awe I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven Yachting, Ocean 11 You might also like Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling Opus Welcome to the magnum opus, the Magna Carta The best-selling author Decoded On the holiday playin' "Strange Fruit" If I'ma make it to a billi, I can't take the same route Swoosh, that's the sound of the border Swoosh, and that's the sound of a baller Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope The black Maybach, I'm back inside the boat Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope Can't believe they got a nigga to vote Democrat? Nope, I sold dope In trouble waters I had to learn how to float On the ocean, I'm in heaven Yachting, Ocean 11 Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean

JAY-Z

Run This Town

Run This Town by JAY-Z (Ft. Kanye West & Rihanna)

Feel it comin' in the air (Yeah) Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah) I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready) It's a dangerous love affair (What's up? Come on) Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now (What's up?) Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Ah, what's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, what's up? Yeah) We gon' run this town We are, yeah, I said it: we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I get more in depth if you boys really real enough This is la Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talkin' 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug Back to runnin' circles round niggas, now we squared up Hold up You might also like Life's a game, but it's not fair (Yeah) I break the rules, so I don't care (Uh-huh) So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up?) Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now (What's up?) Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Uh, yeah) Hey, hey, hey, hey (What's up?) Who's gon' run this town tonight? We are, yeah, I said it: we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, this the return of the god Peace, God, ah ah, it ain't no nobody fresher I'm in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela On the table, screamin', "Fuck the other side! They're jealous!" We got a banquette full of broads, they got a table full of fellas Yeah, and they ain't spendin' no cake They should throw their hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades Yeah, my whole team got dough So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row Life's a game, but it's not fair I break the rules, so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gon' run this town tonight Hey, hey, hey, hey Who's gon' run this town tonight? It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow To everybody on your dick; no homo I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos Next time I’m in church: please, no photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This the fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon' want one thing I can spend my whole life Good Will Hunting Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string And up top, ungh, two bee stings And I'm beasting off the Riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? "What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels" "Is that a May— what?!" "Baby, these wheels" You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel (What’s up?) Hey, hey (Yeah, yeah) Hey, hey (What’s up?) Hey, hey Hey, we gon' run this town tonight What’s up?

JAY-Z

Kill Jay Z

Kill Jay Z by JAY-Z

Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, JAY-Z Fuck JAY-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother How can we know if we can trust JAY-Z? And you know better, nigga, I know you do But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue You had no father, you had the armor But you got a daughter, gotta get softer Die JAY-Z, this ain't back in the days You don't need an alibi, JAY-Z Cry JAY-Z, we know the pain is real But you can't heal what you never reveal What's up, JAY-Z? You know you owe the truth To all the youth that fell in love with JAY-Z You got people you love you sold drugs to You got high on the life, that shit drugged you You walkin' around like you invincible You dropped outta school, you lost your principles I know people backstab you, I felt bad too But this 'fuck everybody' attitude ain't natural But you ain't a saint, this ain't kumbaye But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye You gave him twenty million without blinkin' He gave you twenty minutes on stage, fuck was he thinkin'? "Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin' But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane Crazy how life works You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts You stabbed Un over some records Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!" Let go your ego over your right shoulder Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!" You egged Solange on Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong You almost went Eric Benét Let the baddest girl in the world get away I don't even know what else to say Nigga, never go Eric Benét! I don't even know what you woulda done In the future other niggas playin' football with your son You woulda lost it 13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston Nah, JAY-Z Bye, JAY-ZYou might also like

JAY-Z

Takeover

Takeover by JAY-Z

C'mon Woo R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit The takeover, the break's over, nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey, lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war R-O-C too strong for y'all It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B-I, get you rolled into triage, bitch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet, the navy Niggas'll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama, uh We kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music You might also like R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushing weight back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella students of the game, we passed the class 'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one, I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked I sold what your whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov, no R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame) But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga, you a (Lame) You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started, but now, you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours (Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally) Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know, the sun don't shine if son don't shine That's why your (Lame), career's come to an end It's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad (Yup) You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who) Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me) You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo) And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing Use your (Brain) You said you've been in this ten, I've been in it five, smarten up, Nas Four albums in ten years, nigga? I could divide That's one every, let's say two, two of them shits was doo One was nah, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so (Lame) Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage What, you tryna kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here) Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you-know-who (Who) Did you-know-what (What?), with you-know-who (Yeah) But just keep that between me and you for now R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) A wise man told me don't argue with fools ‘Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin' be finished You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart Can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas

JAY-Z

Big Pimpin’

Big Pimpin' by JAY-Z (Ft. UGK)

Uh, uh, uh, uh It's big pimpin', baby (That's right) It's big pimpin', spendin' Gs Feel me, uh-huh uh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I Thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em ‘Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss, I'm breezin' Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust and believe 'im In the cut where I keep 'em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts, then it's "Beep beep," then I'm pickin' them up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fists in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit, I Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins I got no passion I got no patience, and I hate waitin' Ho, get your ass in, and Let's ride! Check 'em out now Ride Yea, and let' ride! Check 'em out now Ride! Yea, we doin' Big pimpin' We spendin' cheese, check 'em out now Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, we doin' Big pimpin' up in NYC, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, yo, yo, yo Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we doin' Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, we doin' Big pimpin' up in NYC, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, check 'em out now You might also like Nigga, it's the Big Southern rap empresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't fuck a scary ho Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!" Now these ma'fuckers know we carry mo' Heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit Then it won't be a little hit Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch! And step up your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho's there out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But, nigga, if you hate now Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get your ass to the back as I fly to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Posted up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man For real, it don't get no bigger, man Don't trip, let's sip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool! We be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, we be Big pimpin' down in P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, 'cause we be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, and we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, 'cause we be Big pimpin' In P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B (Uh,) nigga Smokin' out, pourin' up Keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood In my hood we call it "buck" Everybody wanna ball Holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall Nigga, I can't fuck wit' y'all If I wasn't rappin', baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily No record 'til whitey pay me Uh, now what y'all Know about them Texas boys? Comin' down in candied toys Smokin' weed and talkin' noise (We be) Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, we be Big pimpin' down in P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, 'cause we be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, and we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D’s, 'cause we be Big pimpin' In P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, nigga

JAY-Z

Family Feud

Family Feud by JAY-Z (Ft. Beyoncé)

(Ha-ya) My nigga got on (Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks (Ha-ya, ha-ya) My nigga got that cocaina on today That's how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya) That's how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya) Turn my vocal up some more Turn my vocal up, Guru! (Ha-ya) Turn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya) Super Bowl goals My wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid gold We in a whole different mode The kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed Uh, we gon' reach a billi' first I told my wife the spiritual shit really work Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt All this old talk left me confused You'd rather be old rich me or new you? And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huh Nobody wins when the family feuds But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit I'm clear why I'm here, how about you? Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute (Mmmmm) Pretty much If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us Fuck rap, crack cocaine Nah, we did that, Black-owned things Hundred percent Black-owned champagne And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, hah But we ain't get through to you yet, uh What's better than one billionaire? Two (Two) 'Specially if they're from the same hue as you Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth You might also like Hahahaha (Ha-ya) I would say I'm the realest nigga rappin' (Ha-ya) But that ain't even a statement (Ha-ya) That's like sayin' I'm the tallest midget (Ha-ya) Wait, that ain't politically correct, forget it (Ha-ya) Can I get "Amen" from the congregation? Amen, amen (Ha-ya) Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation? Amen, amen (Ha-ya) Ha-ya-ya-ya Yeah, I'll fuck up a good thing if you let me Let me alone, Becky A man that don't take care his family can't be rich I'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit My consciousness was Michael's common sense I missed the karma that came as a consequence Niggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause she hurtin' Kay losin' the babies 'cause their future's uncertain Nobody wins when the family feuds We all screwed 'cause we never had the tools I'm tryna fix you I'm tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official Y'all think small, I think Biggie Y'all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi Al Sharpton in the mirror takin' selfies How is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me? Old niggas never accepted me New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin' Dos Equis We all lose when the family feuds What's better than one billionaire? Two Hahahah I'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC Y'all need to stop (Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya (Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya (Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya Ha-ya-ya-ya Ha-ya, ha-ya Love me like, love Yeah yeah yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah

JAY-Z

Picasso Baby

Picasso Baby by JAY-Z

Uh, I just want a Picasso In my casa, no, my castle I'm a hassa, no, I'm an asshole I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle I want a Rothko, no, I want a brothel No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute Let's make love on a million In a dirty hotel with the fan on the ceiling, uh All for the love of drug dealing, uh Marble floors, uh, gold ceilings, uh Oh, what a feeling Fuck it, I want a billion Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up Condos in my condos, I wanna row of Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma Oh, what a feeling Picasso, baby Picasso Picasso, baby Oh, what a feeling Picasso, baby Picasso Picasso, baby You might also like It ain't hard to tell, I'm the new Jean Michel Surrounded by Warhols, my whole team ball Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel I just wanna live life colossal Leonardo Da Vinci flows Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes See me throning at the Met Vogueing on these niggas, champagne on my breath, yes House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern 'Cause I be going ape at the auction Oh, what a feeling Aw, fuck it, I want a trillion Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa The modern day version with better features Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner Go 'head, lean on that shit, Blue, you own it, uh Oh, what a feeling Picasso, baby Picasso Picasso, baby Oh, what a feeling Picasso, baby Picasso Picasso, baby Woman: Et là je t'ai tout donné, montré, rien à cacher, tu es là Ivy, comme le nombre d'or Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or? Jay-Z: The golden number Woman: Touché Okay, I never stuck my cock in the fox's box, but Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box They try to slander your man on CNN and Fox My Mirandas don't stand a chance with cops Even my old fans like, "Old man, just stop" I could if I would, but I can't, I'm hot And you blow, I'm still the man to watch Hublot on my left hand or not Soon I step out the booth, the cameras pops Niggas is cool with it 'til the canons pop Now my hand on the Bible on the stand Got your man in a jam again, got my hands in cuff I'm like goddamn, enough I put down the cans and they ran amok My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things No sympathy for the king, huh? Niggas even talk about your baby crazy Eventually the pendulum swings Don't forget America, this how you made me Come through with the 'Ye mask on Spray everything like SAMO, I won't scratch the Lambo What's it gon' take for me to go, for you to see? I'm the modern day Pablo Picasso, baby

JAY-Z

Public Service Announcement

Public Service Announcement by JAY-Z

This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov, oh, H-to-the-O-V I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the music biz number one supplier Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right Hov, oh, not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do It Better" I check cheddar like a food inspector My homie Strict told me, "Dude, finish your breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus Fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this I shoot at you actors like movie directors This ain't a movie, dog (Oh, shit) You might also like Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone And I don't care what you think about me—but just remember, when it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you jack Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on Nigga, I get my "By any means" on whenever there's a drought Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me Lying as if I am a different man And I could blame my environment but There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains Hope you don't think users are the only abusers Niggas getting high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I got a hustler spirit, nigga, period Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just the top layer Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, L'Album Noir: The Black Album

JAY-Z

Song Cry

Song Cry by JAY-Z

Picture all the possibilities Picture all the possibilities Sounds like a love song Sounds like a love song The most incredible, baby Uh Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah Uh I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move We was together on the block since free lunch We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first-class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in We're somewhere in a small town Somewhere lockin' a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside, a nigga so sick You might also like I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry, uh Can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch" Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip" Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor, but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that And I don't remember you I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin' at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin' was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had just like that I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever I'll mourn forever Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry It's fucked up, girl

JAY-Z

Smile

Smile by JAY-Z (Ft. Gloria Carter)

Good morn' or evening, friends Smile, you recordin'? Slammin' Bentley doors like we invented doors 20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures We drinkin' Cristal then Yeah, kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then Drinkin' Ace of Spades like it's codeine now Tryna put a million on the whole team now Push through the pain so we can see new life So all the ladies havin' babies, see ya sacrifice Mama had four kids, but she's a lesbian Had to pretend so long that she's a thespian Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate Society shame and the pain was too much to take Cried tears of joy when you fell in love Don't matter to me if it's a him or her I just wanna see you smile through all the hate Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake Bad times turn to good memories, smile Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile Good times never fade away, smile Even if I'm not with you here today, smile Good morn' or evening, friends Smile Here's your friendly announcer Smile You might also like Far as draft picks, my name did not get called Bet before I go I put a billion on the board Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen Y'all knew that was comin', I had to remind y'all again, huh? Flyin' paper planes through the projects Now the whole projects on my jet Now you see the real in the front row In every one of y'all televised shows Super facts Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don't do all that A loss ain't a loss, it's a lesson Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin' Bad times turn to good memories, smile Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile Good times never fade away, smile Even if I'm not with you here today, smile Good morn' or evening, friends I mastered my aesthetics I know you often heard me wax poetic 'Bout bein' back in the Lexus But trust me, that was nothin', a nigga up in The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings Ah, this that feelin', I'm that boy Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy" slappin' out of the toy The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror Objects is further than they appear Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin' for high stakes Norman's Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear How niggas can't relate? Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime And niggas playin' for power, huh So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" Now it's, "Fuck payin' me, I pay you Put the rest away for Blue" That blood money I giggle at it Can't even support my miss' habit Jewelry shoppin' in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed Huh, blood diamonds drippin' with guilt, I still ain't trippin' That's life, winners and losers Drug dealers and abusers, America like me ruthless My therapist said I relapsed I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips" God sent me to break the chain, I'm the true and livin' God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ Niggas'll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you Ahhhh, what did I do? 'Cept try to free you Niggas'll love you but hate you 'cause they can't be you Dump 'em all in the bayou, uh Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to This was meant to be a haiku, huh But my story's too wide to fit inside the line or two Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you? Look, you a pedestrian, don't ever question the security I provided you Oh y'all thought I was washed? I'm at the cleaners Launderin' dirty money like the Teamsters, huh Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt Feel for you bro, we know the system don't work Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt Yet it's legal in Colorado, yet, we deny Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise That's why it's a black market, that's why it's called the trap That's why it's called the projects 'cause it's exactly that All these people was gon' kill me, heh 'Cause the more I reveal me, the more they 'fraid of the real me Welcome back Carter, smile Living in the shadow Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live? In the shadows people see you as happy and free Because that's what you want them to see Living two lives, happy, but not free You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love The world is changing and they say it's time to be free But you live with the fear of just being me Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be No harm for them, no harm for me But life is short, and it's time to be free Love who you love, because life isn't guaranteed Smile

JAY-Z

Open Letter

Open Letter by JAY-Z

Ladies and gentlemen Goddammit Let this shit knock I done turned Havana to Atlanta Guayabera shirts and bandanas Every time you think they got me I switch the planner Bulletproof this, radio scanners (You got scanners, we got scanners) Balling 'til they ban us You getting too much bread, they try to jam you Boy from the hood but got White House clearance Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all parents Politicians never did shit for me Except lie to me, distort history Wanna give me jail time and a fine Fine, let me commit a real crime I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef Out of spite, I just might flood these streets Hear the freedom in my speech Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep y'all receipt Obama said "Chill, you gonna get me impeached" But you don't need this shit anyway, chill with me on the beach You might also like Y'all gon' learn today Uh, y'all must want to start a revolution You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting (Bang!) Catch a body, head to Houston I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans This communist talk is so confusing When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music You're an idiot, baby, you should become a student Oh, you gonna learn today Where the fuck have you been The world's under new management The new role model, fuck this Zoolander shit Y'all gon' learn today

JAY-Z

’03 Bonnie & Clyde

'03 Bonnie & Clyde by JAY-Z (Ft. Beyoncé)

85 Contributors’03 Bonnie & Clyde Lyrics Uhh, uhh, uhh You ready, B? Let's go get 'em Look for me! Young, B, cruisin' down the Westside Highway Doin' what we like to do, our way Eyes behind shades This necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today I got my thoroughest girl with me I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel, it's trippy How hard she rides with me, the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during Sex and the City She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show's over She's right back to being my soldier ‘Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller Put us together, how they gon' stop both us? Whatever she lacks I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track, mami is keepin' me focused So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde: Hov' and B holla All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend) All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend) You might also like The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin' With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin' That ain't 'bout nothin' If ever you mad about somethin' It won't be that, oh, no, it won't be that I don't be at places where we comfy at With no be-atch, oh, no, you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect Nobody walkin' this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin' that Hermès Birkin bag Manolo Blahnik Timbs, Aviator lens Six hundred drops, hercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her So don't let the necessary occur, yep All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend) All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend) (Talk to 'em, B!) If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if that somebody was me (That’s right!) Yeah-hee (Break it down for 'em, B!) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend (One more time!) Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend) All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my girlfriend) Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend (me and my boyfriend)

JAY-Z

Izzo (H.O.V.A.)

Izzo (H.O.V.A.) by JAY-Z

Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Welcome, ladies and gentlemen To the eighth wonder of the world The flow of the century Always timeless Hov Thanks for coming out tonight You could've been anywhere in the world But you're here with me I appreciate that Uh H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA Was herbing 'em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese, I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthing 'em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants to box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch You might also like H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up (Holla at me) I do this for my culture, to let 'em know What a nigga look like when a nigga in a roadster Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady, it need to be taken over Label owners hate me, I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up Yeah, Hov is back, life stories told through rap Niggas acting like I sold you crack (Yeah) Like I told you sell drugs, no, Hov did that So hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed? Crack's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I've seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed and this rap game, the two things that's great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude? I gets busy H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

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Bam

Bam by JAY-Z (Ft. Damian Marley)

Now greetings to the world Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard Too much watchy, watchy, watchy Too much su, su, su, su, su Them chatty, chatty, chatty Them su, su, su, su, su Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV Shawn was on that gospel shit I was on the total fuckin' opposite Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer That's a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off Y'all be talkin' crazy under them IG pictures So when you get to hell you tell 'em Blanco sent ya I can't take no threats, I got a set of twins (Ah) Those were just some words you'll never hear again (Uh huh) For the final time you don't believe these fools I've never seen a worker rock so many jewels (Never) I've never seen the runner with so many cars (Never) Y'all couldn't stop me, you're not as tough as you say you are My advice is just don't be too nice to niggas Just set your price on niggas and live your life, my nigga Once upon a time in the projects Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex I was in fight mode and now it's "Fuck me, mijo" I was movin' them kilos, help you move your peoples Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools Who they effin' with, and we got FN's too Before we had A&R's, we had AR's too We the only ones really movin' like y'all say y'all do We still movin' like y'all niggas say y'all did Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he's like 5'6" Got the heart of a giant, don't you ever forget Don't you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin' I pulled out the pot when we was outta options You might also like Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard Too much watchy, watchy, watchy Them su, su, su, su, su Too much chatty, chatty, chatty And them su, su, su, su, su Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV Put that drum in your ear, don't get Srem'd I'll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style Uh, y'all make me turn up all this talkin' down Uh, niggas is skippin' leg-day just to run they mouth I be skippin' leg day, I still run the world I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled I'll line you all up with one finger wave Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake Laced front to the back, don't front Y'all gonna make me wig, I'ma give y'all what you want, uh Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard Too much watchy, watchy, watchy And them su, su, su, su, su Too much chatty, chatty, chatty And them su, su, su, su, su Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV Can't you see it's my ambition I come to nice up the whole nation What a bam bam yeah, Lord And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!) Can't you see it's my ambition I come to nice up the whole nation What a bam bam, what a bam bam I don't give a God damn, I don't give a God damn When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business This a hunting season, mek I tell you hunting season Well, I tell ya something season, yow this a hunting season Cake and dumpling season, spinners and dumpling season Don't play by the king, love is all I and I bring you know Voice of the one pon gully banking Top ranking, keep it skanking Ooh wee, huh, hear me now

JAY-Z

Heaven

Heaven by JAY-Z (Ft. Justin Timberlake)

Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates? Have you bowed unto your highness? And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down Arm, leg, leg, arm, head – this is God body Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding, we just want our equality Food, clothing, shelter, help a nigga find some peace Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in these streets Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati They can't believe this much skill is in the human body He's 6'2", how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti? Aw, fuck it, you got me Question religion, question it all Question existence until them questions are solved Meanwhile this heretic, I be out in Marrakesh Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship Y'all dwell on devil shit, I'm in a Diablo Yellow shit, color of Jell-O shit Hello bitch, it's me again Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and You might also like Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates? Have you bowed unto your highness? And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight Losing my religion, losing my religion Getting ghost in the Ghost, can you see me? Can you see me? Have mercy on a Judas, angel wings on a 'ghini I'm secular, tell the hecklers seckle down Y'all religion creates division like my Maybach partition And God is my chauffeur, boy they love Hova From the south side of Chi to Brooklyn where I growed up I confess, God in the flesh Live among the serpents, turn arenas into churches I'm like Michael, recycle, these are not 16's These are verses from the Bible Tell that preacher he's a preacher, I'm a motherfuckin' prophet Smoke a tree of knowledge, drink from a gold chalice You gotta love it, I arrive at the pearly gates I had luggage, meaning I had baggage Niggas asking me questions, I don't answer to these busters Only God could judge us, motherfuckers, uh Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates? Have you bowed unto your highness? And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down Heaven or Hell, the cards we been dealt Are the cards that we play, play, play Die for what you believe, only one god recedes When the shots spray, spray, spray

JAY-Z

Young Forever

Young Forever by JAY-Z (Ft. Mr. Hudson)

91 ContributorsYoung Forever Lyrics Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power but we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip The music's for the sad men Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? (Uh) Forever young (Young), I wanna be forever young (Forever young) (Ayy, may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young (But we ain't even thinkin' that far, ya know what I mean?) So we living life like a video (Video) Where the sun is always out and you never get old And the champagne's always cold and the music's always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop they pretty ass up on the hood of that pretty ass car Without a wrinkle in today 'cause there's no tomorrow Just a picture-perfect day that last a whole lifetime And it never ends 'cause all we have to do is hit rewind So let's just stay in the moment, smoke some weed, drink some wine Reminisce, talk some shit, forever young is in your mind Leave a mark they can't erase, neither space nor time So when the director yells cut, I'll be fine I'm forever young You might also like Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young Fear not when, fear not why, fear not much while we're alive Life is for living, not living uptight, 'til you're somewhere up in the sky Fear not die, I'll be alive for a million years, bye bye's Are not for legends, I'm forever young, my name shall survive Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, over Pyrex pots My name shall be passed down to generations While debating up in barbershops Young slung, hung here, showed that a nigga from here With a little ambition, just what we can become here (Yeah) And as the father pass the story down to his son's ears Young'll get younger every year, yeah So if you love me, baby, this is how you let me know Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know, baby Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young (Just let it run) Slamming Bentley doors, hopping outta Porsches Popping up on Forbes' list, gorgeous (Hold up) Niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit I be talking more shit, they nauseous (Hold up) I'll be here forever, you know I'm on my fall shit And I ain't with foreclosure, I will never forfeit Less than four bars, Guru bring the chorus in Did you get the picture yet? I'm painting you a portrait of Young Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young

JAY-Z

BBC

BBC by JAY-Z (Ft. Beyoncé, Justin Timberlake, Nas & Swizz Beatz)

億万長者少年倶楽部 My moth Uh! Let's work! Afucker is a billionaire mothafucker (Let's work! Talk to me, youlet's work!) Where heard ta at?! That shit I said my mothafucka is a billionaire mothafucker (Let's work! Where you at?! Let's work!) Where you from?! Let's work! Let's work D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire (Oh!) D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire nigga! From the coca leafs to the farmers To the polo fleece to the bombers R.I.P. to Gianni Now we on our way D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers Pharrell's a pharaoh, peep the features Unlaced Adidas Top of the world like pyramids in Giza Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck Carried a nine in my projects Bucket hat EPMD cassettes Now I'm smoking loud in Ibiza Mix the D'USSE with the reefer My whole life is leisure Gangsta lean like the Pisa Eiffel Tower, Hermés towel The Feds is perched like an owl Real niggas all feel the hook You might also like Let's work D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire nigga! From the coca leafs to the farmers To the polo fleece to the bombers R.I.P. to Gianni Now we on our way D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire What you know about going out, head west Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest Mace niggas at Madison Square Garden 20 million sold and we still catching charges Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees Hoop earrings, coupes with the rear cameras Put that bitch in a cherry M3 I'm not your average dope dealer Silver Toyota 4Runner's a four-wheeler Me and Teflon Q45 infinite Windows tinted, white girl all in it Britney, bitch MCM seats buck 50 stitch Versace plates got the Basquiat Collab from Versace's place Cuban link 5 kilo Your life is illegal when your chain can get the rico Real niggas all feel the hook Let's work D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire nigga! From the coca leafs to the farmers To the polo fleece to the bombers R.I.P. to Gianni Now we on our way D-boy drug dealer look Billionaire 자기 신발 끝내주는데 자기 돈 좀 많나봐 자기 스타일 진짜 멋있다 백만장자 소년들의 모임

JAY-Z

Beach Is Better (Interlude)

Beach Is Better (Interlude) by JAY-Z

62 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisBeach Is Better (Interlude) Lyrics Hit ya ass on the celly, 'cause I ain't got time To be arguing with your ass, if you ain't really ready Girl, why you never ready? For as long as you took You better look like Halle Berry... Or Beyoncé Shit, then we getting married I brought sand to the beach 'cause my beach is better You can keep ya beach 'cause that beach whatever Started out at The Darby, ended up at 1 Oak Left the house with 100 grand, ended up near broke Don't get mad at me, I'm buying bucket after bucket When it's gone I'm like "Fuck it" I replace it with another one Can't take this money with you Burn this shit up like I'm Richard Niggas asking "Is the oven on?"You might also like

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Somewhereinamerica

Somewhereinamerica by JAY-Z

See what you made me do? Shout out to old Jews and old rules New blacks with new stacks I already been the king Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs New money, they looking down on me Blue bloods they trying to clown on me You can turn up your nose high society Never gone turn down the homie Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out You should come to the housewarming Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout (SKIRRRRR!) Yellow Lambo in the driveway A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway Frank Sinatra on my Sonos Loud as fuck, I did it my way A million sold before the album dropped White Lexus before I had a deal Ask Bun B about me This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill By the way, fuck your mag You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add 1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million Oh, I'm so good at math Might crash ya Internet And I ain't even into that When I was talking Instagram Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped Feds still lurking They see I'm still putting work in Cause somewhere in America Miley Cyrus is still twerkin' You might also like Twerk, twerk (Miley, Miley) Only in America

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Crown

Crown by JAY-Z (Ft. Travis Scott)

They can't keep a good man down Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds They will never ever take my crown Who Jah bless I say no man curse Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse Here comes the officers askin' for a search They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs You in the presence of a king Scratch that, you in the presence of a God Put in the belly of the beast I escaped, a nigga never had a job Scott Boras, you over baby Robinson Cano, you coming with me These niggas like rotary phones It's a new day, hit up KD Niggas always try to knock a nigga down Knock me to my knees about a million times Uncle said I'll never sell a million records I sold a million records like a million times These niggas shouldn't let me in I ball so hard on ESPN See my name come across on CNN 'bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again 'bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again You might also like Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of your history Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of they history If Fear is your only God Get y'all to fear me is my only job Crown, crown Crown, crown Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope Bulletproof love, niggas down since the yolk Bitch asked if I was God, fuck I'm supposed to say? No? You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T You already know what I could do with the coke Dropped it in the water, made it disappear I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope I make my roof get ghost, bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold All the shit I did, I wasn't supposed to live, Hallelujah Hov Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead Best friends become ya enemies, niggas' knives are double-edged Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of your history Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of they history

JAY-Z

D’Evils

D'Evils by JAY-Z

"Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak, we're all tryna win But then again, maybe it's for the best though 'Cause when they're seein' too much You know they're tryna get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out Couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right, it's wicked – that's life, I live it Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, ends I break bread with the late heads Pickin' their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changin' us And now we're lethal, infected with D'evils You might also like "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin' The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever foresee? We used to stay up all night at slumber parties Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears Know she's wishin' we were still close Don't cry, it is to be In time I'll take away your miseries and make it mine D'evils "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses The Exorcist got me doin' sticks Like, "Homie, you don't know me But the whole world owe me, strip!" Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquor's invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify D'evils "Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

JAY-Z

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) by JAY-Z

Take the bass line out Uh-huh, Jigga Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Let it bump though It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! From standin' on the corners, boppin' To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen From droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me, mama, rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, you must not Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter, nigga, Volume 2 Y'all niggas get ready! You might also like It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! I flow for those 'dro'ed out All my niggas locked down in the 10 by four, controllin' the house We live in hard knocks We don't take over, we borrow blocks Burn 'em down and you can have it back Daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see your vision, mama I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Know I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot Sleepin' on futons and cots to King Size Green machines, to green 5's I've seen pies, let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type Braille I'm tight grill with the phony Rappers, y'all might feel we homies I'm like, "Still, y'all don't know me." Shit, I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin' I'm tryna murder everything movin' – feel me? It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Got a lotta beef, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustlin' is still inside of me, and as far as progress You'd be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, etched your name out Put Jigga on top and dropped albums non-stop for ya, nigga! It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!

JAY-Z

La Familia

La Familia by JAY-Z

86 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisLa Familia Lyrics "You're busy?" "I wanna love you back, I, I wanna love you back, I, I wanna love you back, I love you back, the group of my fam." Family first Honor, integrity R.O.C Head of the family El Padrino Welcome home to Emory Let's get back to this dinero Niggas wanna kidnap wifey Good luck with that bruh You must gonna hide your whole family What you think we wearing black for Ready for that war, ready for that war, ready You ain't ready yo, you radio, you ain't really ready Real shit chyea, Alpo bought his bricks here Elvis got his records took, it's like we got our seventh gear NFL investigations, oh, don't make me laugh FBI investigation, we stood up to that Facts only, everything real in my raps only Every nigga real in my clique really Everyone's a movie star you got to film me La familia You might also like Head of the family El Padrino Welcome home to Emory Let's get back to this dinero Ready for that war Ready for that war, ready You ain't ready yo, you radio You ain't really ready Head of the Family El Padrino My brothers is my brother like my brother is My niggas is my brother like my mother kids Not just in good times, that's that sucka shit But in war times, it's just what it is Head of the family, all my niggas bosses though Y'all don't understand we? We talk that shit bosses know Triple fuckin' OG, what's up to my nigga Juan Tell these niggas pull their fuckin' skirt down, I could see their ovaries Niggas snitching switching teams, out here telling bitches things Industry talk behind your back, ain't nobody got time for that Facts only, everything real in my raps only Every nigga real in my clique really Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly It's la familia Head of the family El Padrino Welcome home to Emory Let's get back to this dinero Ready for that war Ready for that war, ready You ain't ready yo, you radio You ain't really ready Head of the Family El Padrino

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Marcy Me

Marcy Me by JAY-Z

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant The livest one representin' BK to the fullest Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin' Chicken-heads be cluckin' Uhh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen And Jam Master Jay was alive I-I, I was mixin' Cookin' coke in the kitchen Back when Rodman was a Piston Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one Gave birth to my verbal imagination Assume a virtue if you have not Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet "Lord, we know who we are Yet we know not what we may be" So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand Back when Pam was on Martin Yeah, that's where it all started When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a… nine millimeter When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa" When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort Marcy me You might also like Marcy me Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence I'm the Gotham City heartbeat I, started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis I'ma, Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past Came through the bushes smellin' like roses I need a trophy just for that Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof, uh Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope Shout out to all the murderers turned murals Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes Thus concludin' my concerto Marcy me Must be in the air Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know Just the way I'm raised I know, I know, I know Oh Marcy, Marcy me Just the way I am always gonna be I ain't gonna change, no Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am I ain't gonna change, no I ain't gonna change, no Couldn't change me if I wanted to You couldn't change me if you wanted to I'ma take this with me to the Moon (Como hás nome, cavaleiro? Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo E meu tempo…)

JAY-Z

Can I Live

Can I Live by JAY-Z

Yeah, hah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella We invite you to somethin' epic, you know? Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we become addicted Sort of like the fiends we accustomed to servin' But we feel we have nothin' to lose So, we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right? What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them, where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clapped from close feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away My pain, wish it was quick to see From sellin' 'caine 'til brains was fried to a fricassee Can't lie, at the time it never bothered me At the bar, gettin' my thug on properly My squad and me lack of respect for authority Laughin' hard, happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks Expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more Big Willie, my game has grown Prefer you call me William Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond-like Channel 7 News, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia "I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure." Lock my body, can't trap my mind Easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my residential for the weekend Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin' The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental We both out of town, dog, what you tryin' to get into? Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables Meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas You might also like Ge-ge-ge-yeahhh Can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it In tangible goods, platinum Rolex'd it We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should My confederation, dead a nation Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it boils to steam, it comes to it We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream "Let's do this," it gets tedious So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live?

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Dead Presidents II

Dead Presidents II by JAY-Z

Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues (What the fuck?) Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce? Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga lovin' his life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up On the Uptown hot block, he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process (Mm) And I ain't got nothin' but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, haha, poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spendin' money from '88, what? You might also like Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Yeah, know what? I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, advance You're coppin' me like white crystal I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to The dead presidential candidate With the sprinkles and the Presidential ice that'll offend you In due time when crime flees my mind All sneak thieves and player haters can shine But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant (Uh) I'll tell you half the story, the rest, you fill it in Long as the villain win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin' J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin' I got a good life, man, pounds and pence 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swingin' for the fence Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Haha, yeah (Haha) yeah, so be it The Soviet, the Unified steady flow You already know, you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough Mic-macheted your flow Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show My dough flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom? Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners Heavy spinners like hit records, Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected From chips to chicks to strippin' in Lexus Naked without your gun, we takin' everything you brung We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we gettin' it done Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z And you fake thugs is unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual—Blaow! Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-)

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F.U.T.W

F.U.T.W by JAY-Z

Just let me be great Let me be great I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now Genius! Don't be good my nigga, be great After that government cheese, we eating steak After the projects, now we on estates I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate Fuck up the world Just fuck up this world Fuck up the world Me and destiny got a date Martin had a dream, Hov got a team My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring Parades down Flatbush, confetti on my fur Turn right in Rutland, niggas heavy on the curb See most my niggas died early twenties or late teens I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime 1% of a billion more than niggas even seen Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean You might also like Fuck up this world Fuck up this world Fuck up this world Fuck up the, uhh High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl Came through Pasadena in the low-low Just to show respect to the cholos Feelin' like a stranger in my own land Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland I just want a shot to show my genius Standing on the top hold my penis America tried to emasculate the greats Murdered Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble Try to dim your lights tell you be humble You know I'm gon' shine like a trillion watts You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks Sendin' light out to Compton and the hundred blocks Lil bastard boy, basking on top I fuck up this world Just fuck up this world Let's fuck up the world Fuck up the, uhh Sipping D'USSÉ boy this ain't your daddy yak He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance Socks is my synopsis is clear Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s Jordan 1's and dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Make a million another million let my niggas make a million 'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top Cause the bars don't struggle when the struggle don't stop Just fuck up this world

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Lucifer

Lucifer by JAY-Z

Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga! Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him But he also got a righteous cause for sinning Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first Emergency, doctors performing procedures Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but "Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on Respirators for killing my best boy, haters On permanent hiatus as I skate In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist I can introduce you to your maker Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming You might also like Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic All the static, shall cease to exist Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six! Spread love, to all of my dead thugs I pour out a little Louis, 'till I head above Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth 'til that time, it's on and popping, church Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel Knievel I'll let you see where that bright light leads you The more you talk, the more you irking us The more you gon' need memorial services The Black Album, second verse, is like Devil's pie, save some dessert for us Man, I gotta get my soul right I gotta get these devils out my life These cowards gonna make a nigga ride They won't be happy 'til somebody die Oh man, I gotta get my soul right 'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life Every time it seems it's alright Somebody want they soul to rise I chase you off of this Earth (Let me get serious for y'all, one second) I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya So, curse the day that birthed the bastard Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash Reverse the blast then reverse the car Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob Lord forgive him, we all have sinned But Bob's a good dude, please let him in And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again

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U Don’t Know

U Don't Know by JAY-Z

Turn my music high, high, high, higher (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Sure, I do I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and Bullets'd follow 'em and There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom And say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come, you better return 'em All scars, we earn 'em All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless You might also like I am Hov (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Sure I do I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin' at the forty million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R-O-C (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) That's where you're wrong I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov would sell clothin' Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them I smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart Black boy Mama ain't raise no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker I will not lose (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Put somethin' on it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay I— hahahaha (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Will not lose, ever Fucker

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Caught Their Eyes

Caught Their Eyes by JAY-Z (Ft. Frank Ocean)

Ready for it I'm ready for it Yeah, ah Eastside nigga with the feets high Nigga with that Lisa, uh Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga With that Eastside, that dance, uh Your eyes speak the truth when everything else lies May pretend that we kin but the vibes don't fly Bruh, I survived readin' guys like you I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths I seen eyes wide as they're about to shoot You can be a hairpin, off and you can trigger your roots I wave to these haters, don't give me dap You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh Y'all body language is all remedial How could you see the difference between you and I? My crash course was much tougher Round friends who kill they friends Then hug their friends' mothers And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there Memories may sneak down my cheek But I could see a side-eye in my sleep You might also like Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void Eyes, open them up, check off the coins Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you I'm ready for earth, ready for real Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there So it seems, so you seem (Uh-huh, yeah) I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare (Yeah) In my dreams, in my dreams (Ugh) I sat down with Prince, eye to eye He told me his wishes before he died Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind They only see green from them purple eyes They eyes hide, they eyes high My eyes wide shut to all the lies These industry niggas, they always been fishy But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh This guy has "Slave" on his face You think he wanted the masters with his masters? You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket Don't "big bro" me, don't "Big Homie" I've seen pure admiration become rivals I've been to Paris at least two times I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void Eyes, open them up, check off the coins Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you I'm ready for earth, ready for real Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there So it seems, so you seem I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare In my dreams, in my dreams I've been out of touch for a couple years I've been ready for this for real Hopin' I can touch what I see 'Cause I've been ready for you, for real Look, you've done enough Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency? Eastside nigga with the feets high Nigga with that Lisa, uh Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga With that Eastside, uh

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Can I Get A…

Can I Get A… by JAY-Z (Ft. Amil & Ja Rule)

68 ContributorsCan I Get A… Lyrics What? Well fuck you... bitch Now can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! Can I hit in the mornin' without givin' you half of my dough And even worse, if I was broke would you want me If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings Bitches kill for would you still roll If we couldn't see the sun risin' off the shore of Thailand Would you ride then, if I wasn't driving If I wasn't a eight-figure nigga by the name of Jigga Would you come around me or would you clown me If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it, could ya See yourself with a nigga working hard at a nine to five Ten to six, two jobs to survive, or Do you need a baller, so you can shop and tear the mall up Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo You might also like Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Now can you bounce wit me, uhh Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh, yo bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Yeah, uh-uh uh uh You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that How we gonna get around on your bus pass Before I put this pussy on your mustache Can you afford me? My niggas breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me so horny Not the fussin' and the frontin' If you got nothing, baby boy, you better Get up, get out and get some, shit I like a - lot of Prada, Alizé and vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down e'rytime it pop up, huh I got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya - when you produce a rock I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My - coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience, nigga, I'm high maintenance High class, if you ain't rollin', bypass If you ain't holdin' I dash yo Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me Uhh Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh! Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me UHH! Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh! Yeah It ain't even a question How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my puss wet and they don't dry like damp clothes What y'all niggas don't know: it's e-asy to pimp a hoe Bitches better have my money fo' sho' Before they go runnin' they mouth, promotin' how I be dickin' they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my Gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin' 'em feel slutted even if they don't want it It's been so long, since I met a chick ain't about chips but then I'm Dead wrong, when I tell 'em, "be gone" So hold on to the feelin' of flossin' and plat-num 'Cause from now on, you can witness Ja the i-con With hoodies and Timbs on, 'cause I thugs my bitches VV studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggas I'm talkin' 'bout straight figures, if you here, get with us If not, Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah

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Glory

Glory by JAY-Z (Ft. Blue Ivy Carter)

79 ContributorsGlory Lyrics The most amazing feeling I feel Words can't describe the feeling, for real Baby, I paint the sky blue My greatest creation was you, you: Glory Uh False alarms and false starts (Uh) All made better by the sound of your heart (Yeah) All the pain of the last time I prayed so hard it was the last time Your mama said that you danced for her Did you wiggle your hands for her? Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry Everything that I prayed for God's gift, I wish I woulda prayed more God makes no mistakes, I made a few Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through I wreak havoc on the world (Uh) Get ready for part two A younger, smarter, faster me So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey Glory, uh Yeah, uh You might also like The most amazing feeling I feel Words can't describe the feeling, for real Baby, I paint the sky blue (Uh) My greatest creation was you Your Grandpop died of nigga failure Then he died of liver failure Deep down, he was a good man Goddamn, I can't deliver failure Bad-ass lil' Hov Two years old, shopping on Savile Row Wicked-ass lil B Hard not to spoil you rotten, looking like little me The most beautifulest thing in this world Is daddy's little girl You don't yet know what swag is but you was made in Paris And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package Last time, the miscarriage was so tragic We was afraid you'd disappear, but nah, baby, you magic (Voilà!) So there you have it, shit happens Just make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry-on baggage, uh Everybody go through stuff Life is a gift, love, open it up You're a child of destiny You're the child of my destiny You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child That's a hell of a recipe (Recipe) Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry Glory, uh Yeah, uh The most amazing feeling I feel Words can't describe the feeling, for real Baby, I paint the sky blue My greatest creation was you *baby noises*

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Encore

Encore by JAY-Z

Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're far too kind Now, can I get a encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar Now, what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise! Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm Young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country, but the blueberry still connect On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin', grand closin' Goddamn, your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him? With no pen, just draw off inspiration Soon you gonna see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for these generations You might also like Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin' for? Look what you made me do! Look what I made for you! Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan Wearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker, take one for your team! And I need you to remember one thing (One thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold-out concerts So, motherfucker, if you want this encore I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore Ow, it's star time This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to the stage Say "Hova!", c'mon, say it! Are y'all out there? (Ho-va! Ho-va!) C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga! I like the way this one feel It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man! (Woah, woah, woah) Yeah, okay So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2 And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' 2 You want in the game? Attention, new dudes I can get you BET, and TRL, too You want to be in the public, send your budget Well, fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me: all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All ‘cause the shit I uttered was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change Send Just some dust, send Hip a grip Then you gotta spit, a little somethin' like this What the hell are you waiting for?

JAY-Z

Moment Of Clarity

Moment Of Clarity by JAY-Z

Woo! Geah, geah (Young) geah Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well Between him doing heroin and me doing crack sales With that in the eggshell, standing at the tabernacle Rather the church, pretending to be hurt wouldn't work So a smirk was all on my face Like, "Damn, that man's face is just like my face" So Pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through It wasn't all your fault, homie, you got caught Into the same game I fought (Ugh), that Uncle Ray lost (Ugh) My big brothers and so many others I saw I'm just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in Heaven 'til the next time we meet forever! You might also like Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths Music business hate me ‘cause the industry ain't make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be making I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars They criticize me for it, yet they all yell "holla" If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense But I did 5 mill' – I ain't been rhyming like Common since (Woo!) When your cents got that much in common And you been hustling since your inception Fuck perception! Go with what makes sense Since I know what I'm up against We as rappers must decide what's most important And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win-win So next time you see the homie and his rims spin Just know my mind is working just like them (Rims, that is) Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths My homie Sig' was on a tier where no tears should fall ‘Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See, in my inner circle, all we do is ball 'Til we all got triangles on our wall Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record I recall, ‘cause I really been there before (Woo) Four scores and seven years ago, prepared the flow Prepared for war, I should fear no man You don't hear me though, these words ain't just paired to go In one ear, out the other ear, no! (No) Yo, my balls and my word is alls I have What you gonna do to me, nigga? Scars'll scab What, you gonna box me, homie? I can dodge a jab Three shots couldn't touch me, thank God for that I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back (Sup Big?) And the whole BK, nigga, holla back! Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths

JAY-Z

Jay Z Blue

Jay Z Blue by JAY-Z

77 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisJay Z Blue Lyrics “I work and work 'til I'm half-dead and I hear people saying "She's getting old," and what do I get? A daughter Who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her As she cares about ME!” Let's do this for these babies Mercedes truck, fuck, houses on acres Blatantly ballin' on HD Y'all need to step up y'all AV Life changed again I was already taking off My flight changed again Slight change of winds It's barely 12 noon and my wife changed again Baby need Pampers Daddy need at least three weeks in the Hamptons Please don't judge me, only hugged the block I thought my daddy didn't love me My baby getting chubby Cue that Stevie Wonder music, aww, isn't she lovely? Now I'm staring at her praying that things don't get ugly And I'm stuck in that old cycle like wife leaves hubby Fuck joint custody, I need a joint right now Just the thought alone fucks with me You might also like High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest "Don't fuck with me fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo." I dream filthy (My mom and pops) Mixed me with Jamaican (Rum and whiskey, what a set off) And I know I'm not perfect baby I done been through so much trauma, it gonna be hard to reverse it With some doctors and some nurses maybe Teach me on how to treat a lady, open doors on the 'Cedes This relationship shit is complicated All I know if we ain't speaking everyday, I fucking hate it I don't wanna duplicate it I seen my mom and pop drive each other mothafuckin' crazy And I got that nigga blood in me I got his ego and his temper, all is missing is the drugs in me High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest "No... wire... hangers... EVER!" Father never taught me how to be a father, treat a mother I don't wanna have to just repeat another leave another Baby with no daddy want no momma drama I just wanna take her back to a time when everything was calmer Out in Paris on a terrace watching the Eiffel Tower And a Ferris wheel yet and still, nothing could prepare us For the beauty that you be Blue be Looking in your eyes is like a mirror, have to face my fears Cheer up, why can't you just be happy Without these back and forth thoughts, you too much like your daddy Badly I just wanna spent more time with him Sadly life wouldn't let me get around with him Now I got my own daughter, taught her how to take her first steps Cut the cord watch her take her first breath And I'm trying and I'm lying if I said I wasn't scared But in life and death if I ain't here High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest

JAY-Z

Heart of the City (Ain’t No Love)

Heart of the City (Ain't No Love) by JAY-Z

First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov What's up? Y'all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar And my record's movin' out the store? Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me My nigga Big predicted this shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems," gotta move carefully 'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes Youngins ice-grillin' me, oh, you not feelin' me? Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind, cousin, ain't got time for frontin' Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn, little mans, I'm just tryna do me If the record's two mil', I'm just tryna move three Get a couple chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll ménage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck, I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggas, I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' my thing Where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of the city I said where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Yeah) You might also like And then the Fugees gon' break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got somethin' to say What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more? And I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggas pray and pray on my downfall But every time I hit the ground, I bounce up like roundball Now, I don't wanna have to kill soundboys Don't wanna have to cock back the four-pound bar Look, scrapper, I got nephews to look after I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you '96 that I came to take this shit and I did Handle my biz, I scramble like Randall with his Cunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, fam Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of the city Niggas, where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Holla at me) Ain't no love (Take 'em to church), in the heart of the city Uh, uh, uh, uh, my nigga, where is the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Fuck) Then Richard Pryor go and burn up And Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful, you'll pull this shit Nigga, I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait What, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates Haha, and more baggies, why you all aggy? Nigga, respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit Where's the love? Where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love

JAY-Z

Lost One

Lost One by JAY-Z (Ft. Chrisette Michele)

86 ContributorsLost One Lyrics Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh (It's not a diss song, it's just a real song) Uh, uh (You feel me?) I heard motherfuckers sayin' they made Hov Made Hov say, "Okay, so? Make another Hov!" Niggas wasn't playin' they day role So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though I put friends over business end of the day though But when friends' business interests is Day Glow Ain't nothin' left to say though, I guess we forgot what we came fo' Shoulda stayed in food and beverage Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them Hov had to get the shallow shit up off him And I ain't even want to be famous Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes And I ain't even know how it came to this Except that fame is the worst drug known to man It's stronger than, heroin When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am" And still not see what you've become I know I'm guilty of it too, but not like them; you lost one You might also like Lose one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get one, lose some to win some (One, one, one, one, you lost one) Story of a champion (One, one, one) Sorry, I'm a champion, you lost one (One, one, one, one, uh) I don't think it's meant to be, B For she loves her work more than she does me And honestly, at twenty-three I would probably love my work more than I did she So, we ain't we, it's me and her 'Cause what she prefers over me is work And that's where we differ So I have to give her free time, even if it hurts So, breathe, mami, it's deserved You've been put on this Earth to be all you can be like the Reserves And me? My time in the army, it's served So I have to allow she her time to serve The time's now for her, in time she'll mature And maybe we can be we again like we were Finally, my time's too short to share And to ask her now it ain't fair, so yeah, she lost one Lose, one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get one, lose some to win some One, one, one, oh yeah, she lost one Story of a champion (One, one, one) Sorry I'm a champion, you lost one (One, one, one) My nephew died in the car I bought So under the belief it's partly my fault Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord But time don't go back, it goes forward Can't run from the pain, go towards it Some things can't be explained, what caused it? Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit! Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it 'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift Almost lost my faith, that restored it It's like havin' your life restarted Can't wait for your child's life to be a part of it So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift To return, when I lost you, I lost it Lose, one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get, one, lose some to win some One, one, one, Colleek, I lost one Story of a champion (One, one, one) Colleek, you're a champion, I lost one (One, one, one)

JAY-Z

On To The Next One

On To The Next One by JAY-Z (Ft. Swizz Beatz)

Under the spot, under the spot I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah) ... Choose one (choose one, hey) Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh) Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey Hov' on that new shit, niggas like "How come?" Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albums Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin' Niggas make the same shit, me I make The Blueprint Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin' on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit, lookin' like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother, I'm a grown up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail in search of perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin' But don't be mad at him when it's on to the next one You might also like Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we onnnnn And niggas, don't be mad, cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them muh'fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gon' have another drink or you just gon' baby-sit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby, I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot, me I'm dodgin' raindrops Meanin' I'm on vacay, chillin' on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, c'mere let me coach you Hold up Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off Ride clean, I don't never take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin' to find my next thrill Feelin' myself, I don't even need a X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin' in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin' on the steps Drinkin' quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next Hold up Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please

JAY-Z

Dead Presidents

Dead Presidents by JAY-Z

Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Rock.. on, Roc-A-Fella y'all While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Live out my dreams until my heart give out Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen, I dish out Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt My life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine till the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it And now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches Watch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in Tryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a Freeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee Rappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder You know this nigga: JAY-Z, Shawn Carter G.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up Watch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's Small timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama Talk to me! You might also like I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) So sick of niggas "I want money like Cosby" – who wouldn't? This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin' Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail Niggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell There's heaven, then there's hell, niggas One day you're cruisin' in your 7, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? Ready to start snitchin', ain't you? I'll forgive your weak-ass: hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass at bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers, carriers of MAC-millers East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorillas Stopped in the station, filled up on octane, and now they not sane And not playin', that goes without sayin' Slayin' day in and day out, when money play in, then they play you out Tryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy Representin' infinity with presidencies, you know? Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...)

JAY-Z

Moonlight

Moonlight by JAY-Z

Yeah, got a lil' cold So bear with me Yeah, yeah We stuck in La La Land Even when we win, we gon' lose We got the same fuckin' flows I don't know who is who We got the same fuckin' watch She don't got time to choose We stuck in La La Land We got the same fuckin' moves Y'all fuck the same fuckin' chicks I'm in the skrt with ya— yeah, right I'm in the skrt with ya— cool story I'm on the j— 'nough of this! Look, I know killers, you no killer, huh? Bathing Ape maybe not a gorilla, huh? Glorified seat filler, huh? Stop walkin' around like y'all made Thriller, huh? Fake Dracos all in the videos We show 'em, we shoot 'em in my city though I don't post no threats on the Internet I just pose a threat, blame Lenny S for that I don't be on the 'Gram goin' ham Givin' information to the pork, that's all spam Please don't talk about guns that you ain't never gon' use Y'all always tell on y'all self, I'm just so fuckin' confused You might also like Y'all stuck in La La Land Even when we win, we gon' lose Y'all got the same fuckin' flows I don't know who is who We got the same fuckin' watch She don't got time to choose We stuck in La La Land We got the same fuckin' moves Y'all niggas still signin' deals? Still? After all they done stole, for real? After what they done to our Lauryn Hill? And y'all niggas is 'posed to be trill? That's real talk when you behind on your taxes And you pawned all your chains And they run off with your masters And took it to Beverly Hills while we in Calabasas And my head is scratchin' 'cause that shit is backwards That shit ain't right, Lucian is cool But Lucian don't write, Doug ain't this tight So fuck what we sellin', fuck is we makin'? 'Cause their grass is greener 'cause they always rakin' in mo' Na-na-na-na Nah, nah

JAY-Z

Brooklyn’s Finest

Brooklyn's Finest by JAY-Z (Ft. The Notorious B.I.G.)

Okay, I'm reloaded You motherfuckers think you big time? Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time Here come ''The Pain'' Jigga (Jigga) Bigga (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure? (How you figure?) Yeah, yeah, yeah A-yo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (Uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us? (Uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (Uh-huh) And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that wit' ya! Hit ya! Back-split ya! (Uh) Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (Uh!) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (Woo!) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (Mmm-hmm) Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (Haha) Most hated You might also like Can't fade it (Uh) While y'all pump, willie (What?), I run up and stunt silly (Uh-huh) Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (Uh) But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him "What's ya name?" Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (Uh) Peruvians tried to do me in (Word), I ain't paid them yet Tryna' push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit (Frostbit), rings too Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who!? Motherfucker! JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all! (Marcy) That's right, you don't stop! (Bed-Stuy) Uh-huh, you won't stop! (Nigga!) What, what, what? JAY-Z, Big Smalls, nigga, shit your drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit, you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV Jigga JAY-Z Biggie, baby (Uh) My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62's, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (Uh) Gram choppin', police van dockin' D's at my doors knockin' (What?) Keep rockin', yeah! No more Mr. Nice Guy, I twist ya shit The fuck back with the pistols.. blazin'! Hot like Cajun (Uh) Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there, fuck the ride! Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (Uh) Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White Need the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right) Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me Pass the safe, before I blaze the place And here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn-lyn-lyn) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Crown Heights, uh) You don't stop! (Brownsville) You won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, haha) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Bushwick) You don't stop! (Fort Greene) You won't stop! (Niggas) Yeah, yeah, yeah For '96, the only MC with a flu Yeah, I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin' to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China White, heroin Nigga, please, like short sleeves, I bear arms (Umm) Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (Uh) Me and Gutta had two spots The two-for-five dollar hits, the blue tops (Uh-huh) Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' too hot If Faith have twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh, uh) Get it? (uh) 2 Pac's? Time to separate the pros from the cons (And the..) The platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (Uh) A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, Huh? Brook-Nam, sippin' on Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (Uh) The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanan's (Uh) Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin' ya! (Ha, what the fuck?) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Flatbush) You don't stop! (Red Hook) That's right, you won't stop! (Nigga!) Hahaha! (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (East New York) You don't stop! (Clinton Hill, uh-huh) You won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Is Brooklyn in the house? Uh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Junior M.A.F.I.A Supermen clique Brooklyn's Finest, you rewind this Representin' BK to the fullest