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Everywhere I Go Lyrics
Yeah
Ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me
Curtis Interscope Jack
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif
Holla at em
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
They say Obie Trice gone, look at him
Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him?
Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs
My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions
Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing
Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches
Its hard to grasp the situation at hand
When you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets
Classic isnt it? Coming from a past with a casket
Dips from beneathe the grass, so youre cremated to ashes
Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious
Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen visit
And now the spotlights on Trice
But back when the spot life was Trice
I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite
Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white
To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal
But being across the ocean is la vida loca
And vada loco, Im in Janayo
Konecheewa in Tokyo, its sushi with eel
I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil
Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill
Now how real is he to come from where we get killed
To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out
I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be
Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco
Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin
And never get to see what the worlds offering
{50 Cent}
Yeah
Things change man
You know, get a chance to travel
See the world and you start to look at things a lil different
{Obie Trice}
You aint bullshitting
Cuz I aint never thought Id see it out the hood
Heh, look at a nigga now1Embed |
Backstage in London 2001 - Tim Westwood Lyrics
Cmon y’all look theres six of us
Yall right now are in the midst of
In the mix with us
With Tim Westwood
Y’all cant step to us
Yall just should
Shut your damn mouth, I cannot cuss so damn
Is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth
So when I do this foolish rhyme is fluid
Spittin like ammunition when I go to it
I hop to it, it aint hip hop is it?
Yes it is yall need to pay us a visit
Were D12 reason it aint just D6
Cause when we stomp you it feels like twelve of us knee clicks
Ah and it goes like that, everybody know y’all give us the mic’ back
G shit, respect it
Ill fuck a bitch that’s pregnant and anorexic
Check it, Im up to no good
You laughin, Im fresh Tim Wood-Wood
Please don’t fucking cuss, motherfucker suck my dick
Dont talk shit
Yo Im fuckin up
So Ima pass the mic to my nigga Proof
Blast off
Im drivin seventy-five miles per hour
Sippin Amaretto sour
Bumpin Money and the Power
Im on my way to send my enemies some flowers
With a sarcastic face
I murdered the coward
Tryna stop my hustle
You get devoured
You get covered with mo shells and mussels layin awkward
I bust you
With your family layin in Boxford
I pack something special to keep the cops hurt
The word is covered with it so you cant stop dirt
Im snatchin it
Dont let the others get it
That wont work
I smoke
Dont let you hit it when its burnt
Cause he thinks can rap my lyric
You besta stay alert
You besta stay alert
Ay yo, listen
I will come at you for mines
Run at you with nines
Coat snatcher for dimes
Im the punisher of rhymes
Call us ginsu
Any bit you get cut through
You put the fan in fantast
I put the f in
1/6th a partner D12 is darker
With hearts I hate as pure as Author
Cerebral is sharper
All six sense keen as Peter Parker
This is the area 9 sparker
Race through a stage like a wild boar
My style of war
Even worse than Bizarre snore
Punch the oaked arch the land when I march
Im a shark that makes battlin into a art
Im true with a pen, my category a few would be in
Dont matter if you anglo, mulatto or nubian
Make the strong fall
Ride on a long haul
Beat up my last girl cause she sucked the wrong ball
All yall MCs whether friend or foe
Playin it low, Im plannin to blow ya leg with mo
With thoughts that make due I penetrate through
You got dreams of beatin me your alarm clockll wake you
Hate you, erase your face and disgrace you
Spray your filet, and then just lace you doe
My style is ratchet with the sin
Most of yall like homos. Why?
Cause yall gon catch it in the end
Im a nightmare devious
With the most mischievous crew in the industry
Without an ounce of lenience
The disobedient
Gun grabbin
Get stashed
End in the back of a paddy wagon
Braggin about a stabbin
You dumb rappers get blasted
Buried alive
Under 30 feet of snow
On their asses with no casket
Im that man
Who love CAT scans
A fat chance youll be seen alive
After bein thrown in a black van
Assassin masked man
Gettin a lap dance
From crack heads
On trash cans
With my last hand
Passin in
I blast women
Ran past grinnin
When the macs spinnin
I suffer from bad livin
Thats right Im back yall
The incredible
Hacksaw
Jim Duggan
Still thuggin
With the same 4-by-4 thing
Will press against your mama
Coochie while we huggin
You aint got problems
You just act crazy
Try havin 8 babies
By 12 different ladies
It dont add up
Do it?
I keep sayin Im the daddy
But them chickens wont own up to it
Run right through it
Thats it
Bamm
Guess who just crushed your party
Im Deebo punk
What you got on my 40
Its Detroits finest
Million niggas spineless
Im too f-in dope
You better rewind this
Did two pints of Bacardi
Comin to your party
Blastin everybody
Im watching this prostitute
I said you wanna get down
She gave me a frown and said
54 pounds
Money
Im blastin niggas if they dummie
I mire Tim rummie
When I pass the mic to Eminem
When Im runnin the script it change directions
Oh Eminem was grabbin it
So Ima let him flow
Yo
Ill prolly stir up so much shit in Europe
I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up
Yall dont wanna mess with me
It aint ya destiny like child
Im never wild when Im riled up off runnin like a mile
You runnin to me?
Ima punish you
If you ever gun at me
Any MC, who tries to step to this
Im like the exorcist
Yo watch my neck just twist
Back and forth
When I smack you across
Your face if you try to say anything this way
Yo, but I got down with Dr. Dre
Now Im rich bitch, I live a block away
From him, yall cant say nothin, yall cant say ish
Ish backwards is shi suck my
Yea yall dont wanna say it when I display it
When I kick this rhyme every time and convey it
Theres no escapin
They headed for the last stage man
They like some ants lookin up to some brothers with a wraith hand
Finna get sprayed
Frontin me its like grenade pins
Gettin pulled
If you talk bull
Your days in
Im blazin
Im always in the mood to kill
7 million ways
Mac-11 pillin the grill
How did occasion
What you facin is strictly real
I got hostages right now
Know how Swifty feel
Everything that I own is just concealed
Even my cell phone
Would you use it
Itll slit your ear
Im the worst here
This message
I must get clear
When Im up in here
Everything is busted clear
And thats fo sho
Any mic I baby sit it
I stay the illest
I play with fellas
Send you to Marvin Gaye gun fillers
Kill what I can
On dry land
A minute of my hand
Will kill an innocent bystand
No ER
You need CPR
After watchin the VCR
Of me sittin there beatin your ma
Fuck sex, Im a Tec shooter
Mind full of crime just like Lex Luther
A poisonous trooper
Kill your baby mama friend
So your son wont have any boys inside his future
Fuck Paul Moody for tryna diss Em
So Ima diss him
And that fool that kissed Kim
Just in!
Important News Flash
Girls cant keep their tongues out Proofs ass
Im too fast
With the crazy methods
But what if they gon shit on you?
Oh no thats Shady Records
Here it is when I flow back
And bust back some contracts
Freestyle off that, the battleaxe
I splash your vision like cataracts
Yo I snatch a MAC out his Cadillac
Now your whole team is tryna battle back
Or do a battle rap
We into none of that rude boy
Don Dada
I snatch a wrap and doesnt make peanut butter
See what utter
Style we impose
Yall hoes cant flow
And thats the way it go P-R to the O
And that spells pro
Add an O to the F
Pro-of fuckin your ho, oops
Did I cuss?
Ill throw your body in the back of a Vette
Hit your brother in the back with a Tec
Count blood drippin out the back of his neck
Kuniva is never lackin respect
I sneak a gat on a jet
Jack the pilot the passengers next
Practice non violence
But I aint perfected it yet
Plus you aint dealt with no derelict shat
And it can happen to you quick as you can think
As quick as the water rush out of a sink homie
Quick as you can blink
Imagine if I digested a couple of drinks
Ill probably black out
Send a couple of shots through your mink
Im like the black Mr. Link
Certified psychotic without a shrink
Locked in a pen with ink
Your definition of hard
Is shootin at a car
While mine is 1-on-1
Without a bodyguard
I dont like you
In a matter of seconds
I can strike you
I hate you when mac taking three packs and spice 2s
Whats your name
Yo no robes and press plaque
Put through your back once Bizarre overreact
Bitches and hoes Im stinkin
I give you a two piece
Like Kentucky Fried Chicken
Yo
I was born with these devilish ways
Manic depressin with punk ways
And syphilis aids from humpin babes
Inside of caves, I got it made?
Stop lyin to me chick
You just wanna get laid
I been wildin out
Since the fifth grade
I been had a fetish
For switchblades, huh?
Look what the hell Detroit done conceived
A man with more schemes
Than the teeth in the mouth of Mateen Cleaves
Best believe we did it
D-1-2 counts and your out
Without
Detroit rock city, shifty, gritty
Temp me or piss me
And I lift these ten feet
High enough to start a riot up
Without Friar Tuck
Im wired up
Yup yup, ask Teddy
The law run when they see me
Lickin my machete
A lot of ill MCs be scared of Duvall
Like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog
So ask your self
Who stay folding the bank?
Who stay in handcuffs
And stay in the holdin tanks?
Who stay in the beefs?
Who stay in the streets?
And he go to strip clubs
Just to play with his meat
Yo its Big Proof yall
Aint nothin fabricated
Your whole image to me
Is over-exaggerated
Who call us the Dick 12
When I spit shells
They stop, duck and roll
Just to try to get shells
Thats how I feel, you plastic
I light up a mag clip
Faster your ma light up a glass dick
And thats it
My team consist of crackers and blacks
That looks like the green packers with straps an
You get smacked with gats
Backwards when I attack nerds
Who use these words before I know that
Flow that, catch pictures without that Kodak
Slow that, roll down homeboy you beefin?
You got what reason?
When I turn into DH thats Derty Harry
A nigga make your ass become late
As in living and breathing...
Whos jumpin in so I can stop doing this freestyle receiving?
Somebody save em-
I swear Im leavin you in the receiving room
With two tubes your breathing through
Yall dont wanna stop this
It aint even true
If you try to F with us
Then were leavin you
In a, mother f-in
Is what I wanna say so bad
But I cant so Im steppin
To this mic with
Something that I recite
Thats a little bit clean
But fuck it Im mean
When I kick this shit like a guillotine
I kick a iller scene
Im bound to kill a teen
Slim Shady in your illest dreams
Your kids worst nightmare
Hold it right there
Hold the beat yea
Right there, the snare, and the drum kick
Yall are dumb sick
Yall need to get off my
Diiiiiuuchhk
Dang
They temp me like Tim and Smith
Witness this
As you get cracked with this fifth
An alcoholic
Drowning rappers inside a toilet
Cause Im venomous
Gaugin how you somersaultin
I slap you for talkin
You caught with lies
For that
Ima have your mother walkin on her thighs
I stalk in day time
Thats with no disguise
I do walk bys
Drag em out in chalk gauze
And my hand is where your heart lies
Throw you seconds what you ask in prisons
Its the bomb
I told you I wasnt bullshittin
Its a-- test
I come near The Hot Boys and Mannie Fresh
Now whos the freshest point him out
I eat him like a Ex Lax
Then shit him out
Take a ecstasy mixed with hay and Tanqueray
Im blow em a record deal
Then windy day
Im swervin of lust
Servin the cops on the murderous plot
Kill your moms and put her in a box
These bullets are strong as a Ox
Im sly as a fox
To creep up on you
In your drop top
While you feelin phat
I jack you for your suburban earned knots
Urgin to cock this gauge
Thatll leave you disfigured
Like surgeons on pot
Kill you like Im killin this beat
Before your funeral arrangements are complete
Im released back on the streets
When people are actin up
I tell Derty Harry to back me up
And blow your mouth back like that be tha
Its kinda ballistic
Derelict
With the intelligence of a religious devoted terrorist
To make you history
Like gold medalist
And its evident that I can blow your legs off
And leave you with one foot to pedal with
As time permits
And Im the shit
With a rhyme to spit
If you dope
Then give me a line to sniff
Here
In hell
Yea thats probably where I see you again
Where Proof in hell
With 10 males
A lawless figure
From that same clinic
A flawless killer
Bump a rap gang gimmick
So many back n come with the same sentence
An in the same sentence they bid it for that fame in it
The fact is
Im doper than packages
That jump the borders
I hate you and dumb reporters
Yo Proof your raps dont benefit drugs do it
Shut up while Im tryna butt fuck Jennifer Love Hewitt
A lot of you talk shit
Buttplug
I can put my hands on you from anywhere in the world
Rob your crib while you hidin under the bed with your girl
Swiss cheese your mattress and I birl
I get scantless
Across this atlas
Nuttin up like squirrels
An alcoholic
Like I said before
Im the type of brother that the 5 will ignore
When they see me on the streets
On the 3-1-3
Thats Detroit, Amityville
Im Swifty passin it
What?
Pass it
Im high off acid
Plus Im plastered
Im a bastard who jumped and laid classy
With no clothes on butt naked
And asked for acid
I already said acid
I said it twice
But your head is full of lice
I tried to pull a heist
With a refrigerator full of mice
And full of ice
Yoo Im so nice that
Ima be polite to you
Yo you dont like this mic do you
Good then let me take it back
When I rock this mic then I do a naked rap
That means I rap naked
Yo you half bacon or half baked
A damn saint
Oh for Gods sake
You dont want me to throw your whole squad in a lake
Cause when I rhyme and roam this trip with bones to pick
Any MC who wants to grab this microphone and rip
It
Will get shit
Sh-it Sh-it
Its o-on
Yea
Cause when I rock like that
Any MC who kicks hip hop like that
They get smacked with the back of the hand
While I pull up in a black van
Take all your mans and
Duct tape em
uck rapin
Fuck rapin
Yea
Forget it I said it
Anybody in this bitch get beheaded and shredded
Like rice or lice
Whatever you wanna do
I take this mic device
Strike it twice
Im twice as nice as
Anybody in your crew when I
Do whatever I do I want to
Cause I dont care
Cause Im drunk
And I
Beat a punk dude up
Throw him up he get chewed up
And then spit it out
Shit it out
Like D12 cause well poop on you
Yo anybody in your group on you
Yea
I dont really care
I aint familiar
And if you wanna wave
And that really
Whatever
This is how we have fun
Christina sucks and Brittney swallows
Bizarre did too much on a bottle
You think Im a joke
Cause I smoke
I might sign from Capitol to Interscope
Too much dope
That I take
MCsll get baked
Sayin Bizarre kid is fake
What
People in France
Are musty
Step to me
I will bust thee
In the mouth
Boy you know what Im all about
Going through customs
I might fruck around and bust them
I said fruck
I put a R
In between the F and the UK
Im in the UK
And I will do get out with any MC or a DJ
Who dont play the right beat
Make you mincemeat
Over a Prince beat
Or a damn snare
I dont care you clap your hands bitch
Ill smack you there
Gotta shut the hell up and sit down
Because my skills are developed
And my whole skeleton
Exoskeleton
Im coming from under
I cant be serious over this beat
Stinkin ass Bizarre
Bamm guess who crushed the party
Its Deebo punk what you got on my 40
Detroits finest
Million niggas spineless
Im too f-in dope
You better rewind this
Did too much the way it counted
Smell like cigarettes, dog shit and old brownies
I strands then police is after me
I boost like a car battery
I aim for your heart
Im broke as fuck I shop at Kmart
Why you laughin Tim Westwood
Im comin to your hood
Breakin in your house
Smackin your spouse
Eatin your grandmother-- ohh
Aight Aight Aight
Ayo yo
Lets just
Lets do some drillin
Im so f-in crazy
I killed my own
MAMA
Ate her fat ass up
Like I was Jeffrey
DAHMER
IM A
Wild type of brother
With a
HUMMER
HOURHHGGH
What rhymes with hourhhggh
I dont know let me think
Poor
Wait a minute let me take a drink
I take a little sip of Bacardi and Mountain Dew
And then Ill start to fuck up anybody out thats new
Oops I said F
The F word
Yo Im a F-er
Im phatter than a heffer
The grandmother I left her
Butt naked right in the middle of 7 Mile
Yo my stylell make the reverend smile
With my blouse
Undo my blouse
And ran through my house
Im serious and delirious
When Im-
Nigga step up
I put them on the motherfuckin hospital gate
Im smokin on the gate
Smokin weed everyday
With someone I say
My AKll blast em
When I get em Ima hit em
HIT EM
And watch me split em
Word up D back in the crib
With my kids
And to the beat
Ayo thats how I--
How I eat barbecue ribs
I barbecue because Im hard
Dropped out the boulevard pull your call card
I dont play when it comes to rhymes
Cause when it comes to rhyme like Im down from Earth
Tell em a story
Go bout the days of glory
When we was hard on a boulevard
Everybody knew it
Yo we was young and stupid
I grew up
It was though
It was what
I had to huff an puff
With my acrylic palette
Puff huff
Got my palette
Pale jacket
See this gun
I pack it
Yea
And we rob banks too
And were quick to shank you
Take your money and say
Thank you
Thank you
THANK YOU
I spank you
I spank you with this gun the butt of it
Yo aint want none of this
You dont want none of this punishment
I got a ton of shit
Yo
Throw your hands up and shut your mouth
I live in Detroit but got a crib down South
Stop cookin with grease
Stop cookin with grease
Stop cookin with grease
And put potatoes in a big bag
Stop cookin with grease
Stop cookin with grease
Stop cookin with grease
And put the Funyuns in a big bag
All these potatoes
I made you
I made you
I made you
Look at all these potatoes
I made you
Aye
This is called
How you wild out
I lot of people tryna peep my style out
Whats up to my people
I dont bail out
OK OK we cant take it no more
I rap if you can smell rap and when us all clap
Expose whack rappers
Then I smack em with my ball sack
Flatten em like inner tubes
Shorten your whole
Life like a DJ Head interlude
Punch my fist through
The ponchos of thinner dudes
And when Im in the mood
Make a serious winner lose
Sippin gin an booze
Mixed with opioids and perm
To opium and sherm
And a fallopian of sperm
Hopin people learn
No more jokin with me
Denaun why dont you say something over the beat
Bump back we jump strapped
We jump with the track
Meet every morning
They girlies want to act
Why do the girlies dunked the brother in the truck
Why do the girlies dropped the brother in the truck
I say me girl and since its on me
And we tryna let the song for the whole party
Be back my boy
They throws em up in the place
Put up your gun and just shoot up the place
So I turn to the one handed juggler and ask him
Why is he looking to steppin to a octupus
I know a guy named Marc LaBelle
That sparks the L
Climbed up a garage and fell
In The Garbage Pail
Ayo
Em your nuts are large as hell
Would you put em up?
Well thank you
I was in the garage and fell
Until I saw Marc LaBelle
And sparked a L
And fell in a Garbage Pail
Ah, ah, ah
M.O.P
Pauls favorite crew
Yeaaah
I roll with a gang
That sport platinum chains
Tearin niggas out the frame
Who the fuck wanna-
Me and Kuniva drunk drivin
Pissin on hydrant
Swallowin whole bottles of Viibryd
Bitch suck my cock while Im peein
I did it all with a Jamaican, Chaldean, Korean
Bizarre the life taker
Rush you with a ice breaker
Break your kids back
They call me the back breaker
You dont want it
Especially when Im blunted
Cause youll get stepped on like Keith for seventeen hundred
I stay cold like Steve Austin
Cause D12 got problems
Like cars from the auction
Drunk drivin passin to Kuniva
So he can rip the mic
I F a dyke
Yea
Everybody in this bitch remains all gay
While I sit and blow up my brains all day
With the chainsaw chain keeps spinnin
The motor keeps runnin
The engine keep revvin
So I go to sleep hummin
Some people never notice me comin
Like I was jackin off while you were sleepin
Its still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Former up Ill keep you warm a lot
Know what Im sayin with the mouth that I perform to God
Where they came to a home with some warm ass cock
And thats the way I am
And hey you see
Yeea
The little brothers still playin in the streets
And everything that Ive always worked to
Really worth it too cause I feel proud workin through
If you aint smokin weed
Then you aint down with me
And you aint down with P
Paul Rosenberg and we
Its understood that it aint all good
These rappers couldnt hang with me
If they came from Rosewood
Thats where the cops come
Rappers get pistol whipped with shotguns
Till the handle is broken
Or till the barrels smokin
You rap challengers
Get pushed off banisters
Unavoidable like anvils
Droppin on toon characters
I aint feelin ya
So why you actin like a cinema
Messed around and got in some shit
Like enema
Spillin ya cap
Endin ya rap
Killin ya back
Like crash collisions
A bad decision to react
I be the homegrown black
Hooded up, devious
Rough rap constructor
Unpredictable genius
Cowardly lyin ass rappers
Get left spleenless
State of mind is demonic
And Im still fiendin
Im mixed in from hellfire
So you cant extinguish
Pluckin all you crab MCs
Up off my penis
They dont wanna beef
I love scuffles
I wont hesitate to sock you again
With swollen knuckles
My 380s penetrate
You hoes buckle
You done crossed my line
Like interstate so..
I do what you cant do
Rappers get trampled
When Im strapped like bamboo
You get clear like samples
Im wreckin it
From Detroit to Netherlands
See its evident
All you rappers would never win
You need to get a fat ass book for self defense
See your healths at risk
You get smoked like cigarettes
Keep it cool bro
You wouldnt like it when Im upset
Scratchin your nose can be a threat
Its true dog
I wipe you out the blue with a nine milli
Slappin you silly
Leave rappers flatter than lily
Pads and its really
Sad how they kill me
Thinkin that they fresh, but ha!
Im not feeling
Plans, power movements
Im on some rude shh
Im gittin Prodigy
For his SP
Slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me
Since hes locked down
Ima shoot till the Glocks empty
Invite Lil Kim to my record release party
And Foxy Brown too
Just to get beef started
Cold hearted, come to your show and bogart it
Blast guns blindfolded and tell cops Im retarded
Went to the lyricist lounge
And seen Cage
Poured my piss down his throat
Then told him I had AIDS
Master P asked me to do a song with him
As long as Super Shock aint rappin, nigga Im with it
Told my Runyon Ave niggas Id make em proud
By butt fuckin every ho in Destinys Child yea
Seen Toto at a mobile
Told Puffy it was over
Cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover
My brains sober
But I still cant think
Cause I keep seein Kelly Price in a black bikini
Or something like that it was a topless thing
I told her get naked let me fuck her while shes singin
Yo, yo ,yo
Full of em already and hocked to bury your block
With a brief and a dynamite blast
Now you to pass it
Your girl be sharin the ass with niggas I roll with
The girl pick up clues quicker than Theraflu does colds bitch
We on some low shit holdin my-
And your mama for ransom money to pay our rent with
See yall punks just sick
Sicker than sick walk up in hits
Hands in their mouth and not acclaimin a tricks
That aint even it
Its gettin me mad
Ill pop any fags for--
You can tell when D12 just had a session
Blood, empty brew bottles and automatic weapons
Bring your boys
Fuck it
Bring your posse
Watch em get ate
Like chicken and broccoli
Bizarre gettin head
Till Im half dead
Watch the bitch slop
Like she had no -orrhea
Ramblin
Steadily gavelin
Im tellin raw
In a tuxedo an Hamilton boy
And thats the truth
We freestylin so Im gonna pass the mic to Proof
You can bring protection you gon need it
My name is Swifty and I aint tryna sound proceedic
When its time to grab the mic and get loose
We do shady stuff I snatch mics from Proof
You cant snatch mics from me
I snatch mics from many MC in this industry
Injuring MCs
It doesnt matter
Rhymes get better
That chit-chatter
You get batted
Like cake mix
I dont scrit love
I scrit slug
So take six
Thats the way they sound
My name is Swifty
Yes, its goin down
Now can you see tho
Ima tell you the truth
Swift I dont want you to rap
I was tryna pass the mic to Proof
But since you wanted to interrupt
Get the battle up and keep your dukes up and get smacked up
When Im real
I feel
You dirty like you dirty beer
We got this 300 pound Rooster head man
Tryna battle me
This is what we do man
You cant handle me slag
We not gonna battle each other because were brothers
And we can put it down like no other
Smother-rin MCs
It doesnt matter man
Peace
Ima take your money
Ima take your money with dice
You aint got nothin but some fake ice
So I dont want your money
All right
Dom DeLuise please
Stop and get up off your knees
Dont tryna battle me man
Come on man but you know that you cant cause
Its hot and Im tired
Day is expiring
Maan
I wanna retire18Embed |
Radio Freestyle Lyrics
Ey yo yo, what up?
Eminem
Slim Shady
Representing Detroit, you know what Im sayin?
With my man DJ Yooter, Dirty Dozen shit
What yall know about Dirty Dozen shit
Shout out to
Distorted, ordered by the court to be aborted
Snorted, right before these vocals were recorded
Morbid, too perverted, stay alerted
Went to the club, murdered the first slut that flirted
Deserted, abandoned by my mama and it hurted
The worst nut my daddy ever squirted
Screamin, cussin, buzzin when Im bustin, open sores pussin
I need another dose of Robitussin
Fussin over nothing, an army couldnt calm me
Bitching like a lady, shady like a palm tree
What the fuck you call me, who you calling soft?
Im still fresher than you and bitch, Im fallin off
Im horny, and corny girls wont even cross my path
Im so dirty, I dont even wash my ass
Never took a shower, cower from a scower
Prowler, clean your house out in half an hour
Whats your flavor, how you want it, ripe or sour?
Rifle power, snipe you from the Eiffel Tower
Too much weed, Im bout to malfunction
Styles drunken, carjacking Al Duncan
Slim Shady, peace
Spray and wreck, with my man Sway & Tech
Freestylin on the mic, rappers aint know whats comin next
Yo, Im in a Vette breakin necks
Cashin checks, whiplashin necks, smashin decks
Freestyle right off the top, rappers aint ready
Cut em like a machete
The Freddy of rap, hold it steady
Bustin rhymes off the top of the dome wit a popular poem
Forget a team, man, I can stop you alone
Killin rappers, rappers aint ready for the way I do it
Fluent when I be kickin these rhymes, aint nothin to it
Cause I be bustin em
Rappers aint ready, aint got no stamina
And I be bustin rhymes on Sway & Tech in front of the camera
Damage ya like Ja Rule
Hey you, Ill mess up your debut
Rappers aint ready for the way you cant save you
They cant save you, youre gone, youre finished
Youre done, youre diminished
Rappers will never replenish
Cause Im Infinite, and when I step in it
In a minute, Ima kill it when I bust rhymes
Rappers aint ready, cause I dont feel it
Yo...5Embed |
Fuck That Shit Lyrics
Yea!
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing
Im busy
Im busy
Im busy
Im busy
Dont bother me, not me
Mr Porter, Im busy
Im busy
Tryin to talk to the crowd
Goddamnit, you win
3Embed |
Bodied Teaser Trailer: Megaton vs. MC Goggles Lyrics
Battle rap is not boxing! Its a street fight!
Words...are...weapons
We battle rappers!
We battle each other, and disrespect each other in the ring as rappers!
If you go off, you a legend for life
...space to say obscenely racist things under the guise of competition.
You know how sensitive the climate is towards racism and appropriation
The administration is now under a lot of pressure to act...
You know, something that Ill never understand about this rap stuff is, um...the shoot this, shoot...that
Yo, yo, check it-!
Shut the FUCK up!
You little squirmy little Reddit blogger!
Another Eminem impostor
Refers to Elton John as his second father
Bob Saget-Rick Moranis-Kelly Osbourne-white trash genetic monster!
Probably conceived in the back of a Led Zeppelin concert
If Harry Potter had sex with Jeffrey Dahmer, youd be their lesbian daughter!
The FUCK are you!?
A little fuckin state prison, fuckin RAPE VICTIM!?
Hes the new face of racism
Im surprised he didnt show up here today with a slave with him, chained to him!
He hates African-American culture cause he was raised different!
He hates Clinton, Abe Lincoln...pretty much anybody that can relate with him, except Blake Griffin!
He feels a little bit more safe with him cause they share the same pigment!
BITCH! Hip-hop was meant for MINORITIES!
Its NEVER been for you geeky asses!
Matter fact, what are these!?
Your little fucking reading glasses you need for your English classes!?!?
MAN, GIMME THAT SHIT!
Man, Ill stomp these into PIECES, in FRAGMENTS!
And now you can KEEP them! He can have this!
Now you can complete your dream of being this genius math whiz CAUSE EVERYTHING YOU SEES IN FRACTIONS!!
NOW, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU LITTLE FUCKIN DWEEBY FA-!!!
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That’s How Lyrics
Hol up, hol up! I know you didnt just throw shit up on this stage, bitch ass nigga!
Yeah? Nigga, fuck you!
Fuck me?
Yeah!
Nigga, fuck you, nigga!
You little faggot ass nigga! Thats how niggas get fucked up!1Embed |
Never Forget Ya Lyrics
Yes I understand I done came a long way
From huggin them corners to appearin on TV
From choppin up nicks like this here feeds me
To makin em hits like this shits easy
But its not, its a whole lot of bullshit involved
And truthfully, Id rather be bullshittin with yall
But I gotta chase the donuts, Cocoas growin
And its like Oh shit, she was just born
And now she knowin every song on the radio
If I hear another Bow Wow quotable
Grown as ever, school craft for ever
Recognize real when I stare at ya, my niggas
Im a hold you down, even when Im not around
Im just gone for now, Ill be back in a while
Back in a while, yes
My niggas Koon and G, never forget ya
John Doe, I will never forget ya
Jo Jo, I will never forget ya
P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya?
Terry T, I will never forget ya
My man B, I will never forget ya
Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya
Lauda, how could I ever forget ya?
This is dedicated to my chick friends
Never stuck in my dick in friends, just my down ass bitches
You know who you is like you know how
To get a sucker mothafuckas riches, yall aint shit
And when I touch back home, nigga, find me a bitch
With a fat ass, and no I aint down to trick
Thats asinine, Im on the grind and Im tryin to get rich
All this a mine so yall got some, get your wigs did
My ridettes from East to West
North to South, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth
Five rugrats, big gun in the house, you run up in
You get stretched up out without a doubt, its vicious
This go out to all my tataliciouses
Yeah, thats what Im talkin about
Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya
Little Meeko, never forget ya
My sister Zata, never forget ya
Nikki, I will never forget ya
Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya?
Jim Brown, I will never forget ya
Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya?
Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya
And now that the album is sold, the story unfolds
Cause Im probably asleep on your living room flo
Whether gold or plat, O. Trice
Always knows to go back, pass the Carnac
Crash the Cadillac, nigga aint shit changed
Just a whole lot a change, a whole lot a brain
A whole lot a dates, a whole lot a thang
But hey Im from the D, I got a whole lot a game
And I promise, Im as thorough as you made me
Detroit living, Im in thoroughly with Shady
I make moves til them fools come engrave me
They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he wont play me, yeah
Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya
Little Randy, I will never forget ya
Keith, I will never forget ya
Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya
Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya?
My nigga Shan, never forget ya
All my niggas thats gone, never forget ya
I love yall, its on never forget ya1Embed |
Cleanin’ Out My Closet Lyrics
Wheres 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: Ive been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid thats 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 Im 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 theyll never figure me out
Look at me now! I bet youre probably sick of me now
Aint you, Momma? Ima make you look so ridiculous now!
Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closet
I said Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closet
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
Ima expose it; Ill 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 have had his panties up in a bunch
‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No, I dont, on second thought, I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldnt picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, Id grit my teeth and Id try
To make it work with her at least for Hailies sake
I maybe made some mistakes
But Im only human, but Im 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 Ida killed him, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both
Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to The Eminem Show
Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closet
I said Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closet
Now, I would never diss my own momma 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 momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someones always goin through her purse and shits missin, goin through public housing systems
Victim of Münchausens Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt
Til I grew up, now I blew up
It makes you sick to your stomach, doesnt it?
Wasnt 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, youre gettin older now
And its cold when youre lonely, and Nathans growin up so quick hes gonna know that youre phony
And Hailies gettin so big now, you should see her, shes beautiful
But youll never see her—she wont even be at your funeral!
See, what hurts me the most is you wont 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 didnt 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?
Well, guess what, I am dead—dead to you as can be!
Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closet
I said Im sorry, Momma, I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight Im cleanin out my closetEmbed |
Follow My Life Lyrics
Yeah! , uh
Let yall niggas know me
Yeah,
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mom aint breast feed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie
Elementary, homie, thats how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggas, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
Nigga take your ass out there and fight them tomorrow
Thats what she told me, little punk, blame that on your father
So I had no choice, nigga, pick up a brick
Split a motherfuckers shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now Im curious
Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry
Allowance, nigga, that aint man shit
Cowards, nigga, that aint man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggas same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and niggas what?
Workin one sixteenth, like nigga, we can clean up
Follow my life, homie from start til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
Follow my life, homie from start til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with
Summer 94, Im gettin a little dough
Taller than my momma, so Im listenin to her nose
Im listenin to them hoes scream O!
And Im listenin to them Os go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin cline
Im so involved with the grind, Im losin my mind
Fuck a steady job, Im tryin
I steady mob, Im dyin in this game, I aint lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin its a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me
Bumpin +Big Poppa+ nigga who tryin me?
Get off the god damn truck!
Fuck you, yo I aint did shit!
Put your fucking hands in the air!
Bitch!
Follow my life, homie from start til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
Follow my life, homie from start til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
Yeah, all my of life
Only my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and its crazy, motherfuckers1Embed |
Jamaican Girl Lyrics
Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I dont care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin on me, good love to me
She say she like em dark skinned, not timid
Wanna rumble in my loft is it, talk different
Her walks exquisite, switch is ridiculous
Locks is twisted like a block, she said Visit us
Jamrock, why dont you picture us
With kids, a whip, a ton of cannabis?
So I can can it on a cannoe
Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew
Im what she plan to hold on to
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I dont care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin on me, good love to me
Haters wanna hate, hey, no way, hey
Shell slit ya throat, mess round with O
She move a pound of coke, light brown with hopes
Of being close to folk, if you clown, youre poked
No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me, know a rottie
Be a dead body, it be that dread hottie
Me no know no one that more potty
Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I dont care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms
Till the break of dawn
We can get it on, Obie
Aint no need to prolong, Obie
Realest nigga on this song is Obie
Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways
Her voice manuevers, got me thinking bout her day to day
See Im faced with beauty, theres nothing more for me to say
Put on the dance floor and play with Obie
And its no cliché, Os great like the lake
So she Pon da River, her way of doing the snake
Jamaican Girl, make a true player break
Say it aint so, ya truth is fake
Incense lit when shes interested in insertion
Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in
Giving you the business, hurting em
Plus she know that art of perversion
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I dont care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin on me, good love to me
Obie, baby, baby
Jamaica!
Bumbaclot, surrender!
Obie Trice!
Love, like, live!
Shady Records!
Gonna see you again!1Embed |
Lose Yourself Lyrics
Aw, shit
Nah, dont do this shit, blood, dont do it to him
You sure you want to do some shit like this?
Now nigga, you know you going to get burnt or something
Bro, you cant do it, you cant do it
Just let it go
Ah shit, snap
You thought right when you aint diss me
Im a lyrical legend, I know they miss me
All you mumble rap kids, colorful hair
Cant compare to the lyrical phenomenon thats right here
Mars, Jupiter, Venus, origins and oranges combine: solar eclipse
Your mind is a eclipse of the origin, then, I, hah2Embed |
Pick It Up Lyrics
Yo yo, back again
Ha-ha-ha
Turn it up a little bit, pick it up pick it up
Yo pick it up, pick it up
Yo pick it up
If you find a phone call in a Tim Westwood line, what the hell you gonna do?
Pick it up! Pick it up!
If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor, what the hell you gonna do?
While Im smacking up girls to keep the hoes in check
The double S-Slim Shady wreck the London set
Sit back and relax while my squad smokes crack
And tap your man back and be like
Ah yes, coming from the mother freaking Midwest
Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts
We molest girls three times a day, three times a night
I got G-fulls of criminal peoples
Jumping out when we ten deep
Beat you down and speed off in a Benz Jeep
Brothers be like: Eminem changed his style up!
Shut the hell up, Im still seven miles slut!
Its 97 so get with it
Peep that back in the day stuff when that Infinite tape was hitting
Listen, must we forget
I originated all that rough shit, that talk drug shit
That left motherfuckers who said our sound like
Detroit city is where I grew up bitch
Peace to all my Outsidaz in Jers
Forget what you heard, this is three and one third
If you got an STD and your penis falls on the floor
Pick it up! Pick it up!
If you see a Slim Shady tape on the fucking rack
What does Dre do?
I get deaf MCees stepped to the left
I bust MCees and my name is Wyclef
How you doing? I play the banjo, piano whatever it is I rock like Barry Manilow
Yo its Slim Shady on the freaking deck
Yall dont check it out I wreck the Frim Shady set
The Frim Shady is what I said because Im freaking drunk
I pick it up, pick it up, I sound like a punk
Ayo they wish that they could ban me black
Yo, you standing back
Def methods, ayo got my hand in that
Who ever running it, ayo you get a jammed knee cap
Make the healthiest in your fam, handicap
You a fan of rap, my clan will tap your school, home, ya bitch house
Pull my nine millie, you gonna die with your fist out
Enemas is over with
Venomous is cobra spit
Aggressive dialect with aggressive sober pitch
My bionic phonics, demolish your logic, demonic cant stand the chronic impossible to hold on like vomit
Mics I palm it, cause they the bomb-it
Like terrorist is Islamic, I enter your atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap, call me bigger Thor
Snap your back when I slap your ass in a figure four
From miles around they can feel us lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang sound like the village people
Be no sequel, of the energize, finish style, bust em down right now, the winner is... me
Then my man Mr. Paul we gonna star
Make your heart beat for your trying get down with us
We ball to the end, its time to pretend
My friend to the left of me, the death of me
Me recipe to be with this dont even test MCees
Yall cant get with us its the dress, dress on ya1Embed |
Ballad of Obie Trice Lyricsin the background, Obie Trice playing on repeat throughout the whole song
Id like to reintroduce myself
Haha
If you dont know by now
Its Obie Trice, man
I came from nothin, solo
Straight outta the dumpster, hobo
Made him a monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that coco
Hated the po-po, locally known as abominable snow-o
Later the big 4 rated the home where I made the dough grow
So on and so fo, the story of us urban negros
Created as equals we wouldnt have to be so eager to mistreat you
We as a people, heated in the evenings, doing these evils
Gotta eat to be cool, got a kid to feed, did it reach you?
Or did it seep through?
Or do I just speak through the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel?
When niggas on the block gotta eat, gotta cop
Gotta cop when they caught by the cops
Young 2Pacs laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away
Brick walls, steel gates, cant wait for the day to be free
Thats why Im
Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it
Slept it, lived it
Now I spit it
Shady
Workin that house off an no-doze
Got an ounce to roll on
Tryin to get rid of the pounds
I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on
Same old song, young nigga thats trying to get some where I come from
Funds, need em in abundance, whole bunch
Only way a city boy function
In conjunction with selling this substance
Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven
Imma be hugging these corners till these corners corner me
Currently, Im calculating this currency, urgency
Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birdsll sing
Its an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the thirdll be
Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me
Took to see I finally had a purpose on Earths surface the seed that was birthing me
Obie gotta do a little soul searching
And Obie myself personally
And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me
To confirm and unblur my dreams
Best believe, since burst on the scene, Imma be here certainly
With no uncertainties, yes indeed, Imma get this cheese
And thats why hes
Thats why Im
Thats what made me
Haha
Thats why Im
Young black man in America
Get up and get yours, nigga
I know you struggling, man, Ive been there
I see you
Get up and get yours, nigga
Aint no looking back now3Embed |
Hustlers & Hardcore Lyrics
Yo check this out! In life, you got your wannabes
You got your gonnabes, and you got your hasbeens
Then you got your hustlers and hardcore
Oh a line with fakes a time
Fresh time, with sure more times
Jimminy two time respect mine
Big click with breakfast and blacklist
War! War! War! War!
Vision, knocking you out motherfucker listen
Superstition can help you in this battle
Gs and sandles who surround you in all the angles
All over your shit in shamble
Looking the little of latter you fucking runt
Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore!
Giving you more than what you asking for!
Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore
Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw
Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore!
Giving you more than what you asking for!
Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore
Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw
Danger hander
Banging swinging banner all single hander
Hit the left propaganda
Ill manner bad grammar stander
Got the people chasing with cameras by the manner
Hit and slap us, so pajamas
Hiding in the hampers under dirty pampers
Happy brands will make them happy campers
Little laughter
Shit nappers
Ill puke, eat it, and freak you
Battle? Im too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
And force feed you em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
Ill lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
Youll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you
I aint no fucking G, Im a cannibal
I aint tryin to shoot you
Im tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
Fuck the planet, til it spins on a broken axis
Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore!
Giving you more than what you asking for!
Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore
Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw
Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore!
Giving you more than what you asking for!
Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore
Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw
Aw yeah2Embed |
Blown Away Lyrics
12:30 A.M., I was dead asleep
Heard two people screaming outside in the street
It was a guy and his girl, they were having a fight
Still half asleep, middle of the night
Screaming and cussing, thats all you could hear
See the girls face and its filled with fear
The screaming gets louder, this has gotta be solved
But Im saying to myself not to get involved
But its gotta be done, someone might get hurt
So I grabbed a pair of pants and I throw on a shirt
Heard a shot outside, put my Nikes on
Seen the girl lying half-dead on the lawn
I was scared, but in a hell of a rage
Went back in the house, loaded up my gauge
Come back outside, girls still on the ground
I paused for a second and I turned around
Looked up in the dark and I saw a man
Six feet from me, with a gun in his hand
He shot first, but the sucker missed
I was no longer scared, by this time I was pissed
The girl was shot in the head, and I thought she was dead
The whole spot was red from the blood that was shed
Im still on the ground, the sucker points his gun
I thought I was dead, no chance to run
The girl reaches out from behind the man
Springs herself forward, knocks the gun from his hand
I grab my gauge and ran halfway down the block
Ducked into the alley it was one oclock
He picks his gun back up to continue the chase
Turns around and shoots the girl straight dead in the face
I jumped into a dumpster and I closed the lid
Aint no motherfucker gonna shoot this kid
He kept on runnin and he passed me up
I come up from behind him and I said, Whats up?
The punk turned around and his eyes got bigger
I squeezed the gun tight and I pulled the trigger
Shot him right in the chest, blew him back ten feet
And the sucker laid dead, middle of the street
In the streets of Detroit, this happens every day
But fuck with this kid and get blown away4Embed |
Stuff To Never Rhyme Lyrics
This is brought to you by Alchemist
Mr. Porter
Umm...
These are the hip-hop donts
Starting now, yes
Royce da 59 is here
If you have an emergency it cannot be with an urgency
And if it is with an urgency in your rush to emergency surgery
You cannot be burned in third-degree
At all
And if youre gonna murder me
It cannot be like you never heard of me
You gotta know its you have to know me
Yeah yeah you could go if its
If its a second-degree burn okay
You can be rushed to emergency surgery
But there can be no urgency
Absolutely not
No urgency
you cannot have a limp
Yes you you know
You can be either or
You can be a pimp, and if you are a pimp and thats what you choose to do thats fine
Its all good, just do not have a limp
You cannot be a mobster and eat lobster
If you are a mobster
Stay the fuck away from lobster
(And, and for anybody that want to start a war
And you want to drop a bomb
It cannot be on Vietnam
Vietnams already over you cant drop bombs)
You cannot drop a bomb like Vietnam
If its gonna be a missile it cannot be a SCUD missile
It cannot be a SCUD missile
If youre gonna freestyle it cannot be til youre senile
So, you can freestyle thats fine, but do not do it until youre senile
Just before youre about to push to the point of senility
You cannot die hard
You cannot die hard like Bruce Willis
No more no more
(Your poems cant be popular
They cant be popular
Cant be off of the dome)
If its off of the dome it cannot be a popular poem
No more off the top of the head
Off the top of the dome
Off the cerebellum
None of that shit
No more, no more
(Now if youre getting brains from a girl
Theres no way you can become smarter from that
You cannot become smarter from brains
You can, like she gave me brains and Im fucking genius? No. No)
If a girl gives you brain it cannot make you smarter
You can get brain thats fine
Just do not come out of it a smarter person
Speaking of smarter person: knowledge and college
You are not allowed to, you can have knowledge
But it better not be from college
You cannot manage to do damage
No more
No more manage to do damage
If youre gonna manage something it cannot be damage
Stay away from damage
(If you have, if you have
For anybody thats got one skill
Do not use it for any means, by any means to pay bills
Your skills cannot pay the bills)
If you have skills you cannot use them to pay the bills
(You think just because youre in the booth its the fucking truth?
No! You can lie in the booth too)
From now on, lie in the booth
Because you cannot be in the booth to spit the truth to the young youth
No more
If youre in the booth you have to stay away from truth
Yes you can have have a backpack
This is serious, this is serious
I dont care if you have a backpack in your first verse
You got three verses and you try to have a knapsack in the third verse?
No! You cannot have a backpack and a knapsack!
You pick one or the other
Pick a fucking fanny pack, I dont care
But you cannot have a backpack and knapsack
And if theres gonna be violence it cannot rhyme with silence
In advance were telling you that
You cannot have a riot and be quiet
You cant wait, be on the block with the Glock
And make it cock
No block Glock cock
No more of that
(You know what ? Im gonna just go out there and say this
No more jewelry temperature
I dont care how cold, what temperature degree your fucking jewelry
Jewelry doesnt have a temperature)
Yes no, it cannot be frozen below 400 million degrees
Like it just has to, if youre gonna-
It cannot be a temperature
You cannot be on the level with the devil
You cannot -
Youre gonna be, if youre gonna be lyrical
You better not -
You better stay the fuck away from miracles
No no no
No more love in the club
No more
If I go in VIP they dont need to see ID, right
If youre gonna get buried it cannot be in the cemetery
If you are in the cemetery you cannot be buried
No more
And you cant, you cannot
If you go to jail you cannot make bail
If youre gonna have swagger
You cannot be like Mick Jagger
You can be like Mick Jagger but you... its one or the other
You have to have one or the other
No more rhyming Mick Jagger with swagger, no
No more spectacular with vernacular
Why do you feel that you have to say that a pencil is a utensil
A pencil is a fucking utensil! Right or wrong?
Its already a utensil you dont have to make
Once you got the pencil you already have the utensil
The utensil is the pencil so you dont need to
You cannot use a vest to protect your chest
(Come up with some other shit
Come up with something else for it to protect. Get creative)
Maybe the vest protects your abdominals
I think we went we went over that but I do think that is important to stress
Because if I murder you like I never heard of you
What is the difference?
Do I not feel as bad because I murdered you because I never heard of you?
And if I did hear of you I might actually feel bad, it my weigh on my conscious or something?
If youre gonna be near death it cannot be on your last breath
You cannot
You cant be on your last breath near death
But if youve got bodies its not like John Gotti
You cannot have bodies like John Gotti
You cannot rhyme casket with basket, no more
Money, funny, honey, bunny, no more
If you like static, you cannot be an addict for it
Moderation, static in moderation, static in moderation
You cant you cant
You can start static, if you start static just you cannot get addicted to it
If you become an addict for static, its automatic
It cannot, yeah, yo
Manual and it cannot be -
The static has to be...
The static cannot be automatic
I think this is- I think this is good
Yeah
Yes, this will make you
If you really want to be if you really want to be considered one of the greats
You cant do any of this shit
And if youre gonna keep it real, you cannot pack the steel
You can pack the steel but you probably shouldnt keep it real
Keep it fake
Yep be fake with the steel or be real without the steel
You cannot keep it real and pack the steel
You cannot rip shop in hip hop to the tip-top, you just cant
You cant
Ground level
If youre gonna make me drip drop cuz I flip flop
I cannot be in flip flops
If youre a new up-and-comer right in hip-hop and you dont understand the history of hip-hop, that these things have been rhymes way too many times by now, were just giving you, you know what Im saying, “The Donts”
Listen Im telling you something, Im trying to talk to you, Im telling you something Im telling you something young un. Youre coming up in this game? These are the fucking rules, like it or not. You cannot say this shit, and if, and if you come up missing it cannot be like Hoffa. No. No more missing like Hoffa. I think they found Hoffa anyways, didnt they? Yeah they found Hoffa. So you cant. No more missing like Hoffa2Embed |
Renegade LyricsIts Young Money
Euro, look
I hear the shots bein fired
My enemies wired
Keep pushin me to execute the same folks I inspired, like why?
Tire yourself out to be hopeless and tied
Anyone over me is simply roastin over the fire
Im over desired flow, Fijis spit feces, its my time
Dont gotta watch to see me, believe me, cant take it easy
Til my house in Providence looks like the one in Washington, DC
No need to campaign, expect change
Imma do my damn thing, think otherwise you damn wrong
Trynna balls out when motherfuckers tell you to keep your pants on
I hear the softest rappers throwing temper tantrums
And these hardcore rappers singing camp songs
Something aint right, aint nothing alike, we nothing alike
I keep my distance, they squinting to see something in sight
Take a step closer for some to say
I hope you know that no weapon will ever be stronger than what I spit on the mic
I understand, I might be out of my line
Getting on a beat thats out of my time, Im out of my mind
But fuck it, Im over average, I no longer feel a challenge
When people would rather listen to whos trending than who has talent
Blame the environment, its never silent
Couldnt dream, every attempt to sleep disturbed by sirens
Such a violent harmony plays when you strum my vocal cords on a violin
I am in no position of quitting on living the life I was given
Driven and became distant from those who witnessed
I kept working, they kept wishing, thats the difference
Threatened by my spitting so they spit on my image
Im a spitting image of linen, wait a minute
Didnt you say I couldnt and wouldnt do?
But I did it, couldnt fit in so I told em good riddance
Yall forgotten, not forgiven
I wouldnt have hurt your feelings if yall wasnt that similar to women
I go nowhere unless its too far
Im not good enough until Im better than you are, whoever you are
Thats if you are the real ya
Its easy to die if life is hard enough to kill ya
First time for everything, Im everythings first time
First and last word in every verse mine
But first off, know my first words were said in Spanish
So how I manage to be this good with words and English is my second language?
Im a renegade
Never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time of day
Cause Im a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
Anything, anything, anythingEmbed |
Food Stamp Lyrics
Yo yo yo
My mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp
For a pack of cigarettes and a book at the newsstand
Two dudes ran up, jumped out of a blue van
I looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
I swung it at the first dude, the other one with him
Seen it snap so fast it looked like it broke before it hit him
So he tried to rush, I swept his legs, pinned him, and bit him
He came back with six or seven dudes screaming Get him!
I grabbed one, lit him on fire, pinned and bit him
The next faggot gave me his shoes like they didnt fit him
One by one I just kept droppin em in a rhythm
Then I woke up swingin in the middle of the kitchen
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Brenda Lyrics
Dial tone
Hi, baby, thanks for calling 9-7-0-SLUT
The hottest live one-on-one line in the city
Oh... Brenda
Yeah, I need to speak to Brenda, like, immediately
laughing Aight
Yo, this bitch is about to catch, bitch about to catch it
Fuckin slut
Dial tone
Brenda
Brendas not there? It sounds like you?
You know what? You didnt think I knew, did you?
You told me you didnt do this shit
This Brenda, right? Dont play games with me, girl!
This Brenda, right? You said you didnt do it, bitch!
What are you- I want Bren-
This aint Brenda?
Yo, dont-dont-dont call me a motherfucker, bitch
I swear to God, I come up there and pop all you fucking sluts
I told you Brenda, dont be fuckin round on me
You fuckin bitch! I told you!
Aw, I dont do it, I dont do it!
You motherfucking slut, Ill kill you, bitch!
I break your motherfucking neck
Yo, dont play games with me, girl!
Dont play ga- When you come home tonight
I swear to God, yo, all of your shit will be outside!
You hear me girl?! I aint playing with you no more!
I bought you everythi- I saw yoooou, walking in the rain
You know what Im saying, girl?!
I dont play that shit!
I dont play that shit, crack?!
I aint in no crack, bitch, this Slim motherfucking Shady
You understand me? Slim chka-chka Hi, my name is!
Bitch, you dont play with me, when yo-
When you come home tonight, girl
Your shit is all out on the motherfucking lawn
Thats my word, is bond, yo!
My word is bond, when you come home, girl
You last now, girl, you motherfucking slut
I know you fucking him, girl, I know you fucking him
You know what Im saying?
I know you fucking him
I know you fucking him
I know you-1Embed |
Infinite Lyrics1. Infinite
2. W.E.G.O.
3. Its Okay
4. Tonite
5. 313
6. Maxine
7. Open Mic
8. Never 2 Far
9. Searchin
10. Backstabber
11. Jealousy Woes
Keepin it real in 96 for the entire Infinite crew: Proof, Eye-Kyu, Denaun, Thyme, Mud, Head, Philpot, Jay Dee, Clock Work
D.J. Rec, D.J. Butterfingers, Bizarre, L.Z., B-Flat, Swift, Boogie Man, Beretta, Profit, Fuzz, K-9, Mister-Ree, Greed, Scrap, Lo-Key, Vocab, Kim James, Three, Mr. Gill, Same, Squish, K-Dog, Freaky, Da Hooligan, Vitiman C, Short Kut, Dee, Rob, K., Frogg, Slim, Flipside, Marky Bass, J.B., Joe Joeseph, Da Bushman, Shawn P., Mark Hicks, M.K., Maurice Malone, Shan, Manic Wheatbread, Kimbo, my beautiful baby girl Hailie Jade Scott, Wendy, my little brother Nate, & on & on & on & on. You only live once 96 baby!
And to those backstabbin knife carryin, jealous, hair dyin, tryin to fuck my girl behind my back, Eminem aint shit talkin, snake sneaky mutha fuckas, thanks for the motivation. I aint mad!!!!!!
Executive producers: Jeff Bass & Mark Bass
Produced by Denaun Porter for FBT Productions
Co-produced by Slim for FBT Productions
Recorded and mixed by Kevin Wilder and Robert Flipside Handy at Bassment Sounds Inc., Ferndale, MI 48220
Mastered by Grant Mohrman at Pearl Sound, Canton, MI 48187
All songs published by FBT Productions
Manufactured and distributed by WEB Entertainment
430 W. Eight Mile Rd
Ferndale, MI 48220
543-0141
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℗ © 1996 WEB Entertainment1Embed |
Hard Motherfucker Lyrics
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Check it out
Well here I am and I came to say
Its a devastating rhyme and it goes this way
Everybody knows that I aint no sucker
Because Im one hard motherfucker
Cause Im the baddest, and that is my status
And right now, yo, Im bout to show you what phat is
Phat is getting off my damn job
Because Im phat like a hammock
And yo-yo with the damn clock
Cause Im the fuckin man that you love to hear
When Im bustin out a rhyme in your atmosphere
But right now Im bout to grab my nuts
Fuck around and say shit all night just to strut
So here I go like Robert DeNiro
You know that I aint nobodies hero
Cause Im the man, so motherfuckin hard
Sendin motherfuckers to the goddamn graveyard
Ooh, I know you like the way that I
Have the ability on the track to punch you in the eye
Blam, blaow, boom, slash
You know that I just smash, trash
Your whole damn crew, your whole damn life
Then Ill fuck your goddamn motherfuckin wife
Ill take her in the backroom, Ill take her in the bathroom
And that bitch can suck on my nuts like a vacuum
Ooh, Im hard4Embed |
Freestyle Goes Wrong Lyrics
Look, if you had... uh.. something
Slim Shady
Yo, his palms are sweaty, moms spaghetti
Ed Edd n Eddy x3
Moms spaghetti, uh, vomit on his sweat already
Ed Edd n Eddy x2
Shit...Damnit! Damnit!
Why?!!
strange noises
Aww dicks!Embed |
Remember When Lyrics
Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright
Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night
Do you remember the time, girl?
Like I remember the time, girl
Girl you my type, you just right
That blouse on you fit just right
Them jeans she got on skin-tight
She sexy, cool, but still shy
Im colder than a Klondike
My polar I got dumb ice
We know each other, we go together
Like hamburgers and french fries
Everything is alright
Well never have a fist fight
But last night had a sex fight
Then told her have a blessed night
Im leanin, Im meanin
I fall asleep might have dreams in it
Hit the club and bring my team in it
Not tonight, Imma bring my queen in it
I go get it, you bullshitters
I hit it, damn right that kid did it
You hood critics and hood chickens
Please try to stay out my business
From south France to south Philly
ATL to North Memphis
From my city, to your city
Think you got more swag but not really
Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright
Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night
Do you remember the time, girl?
Like I remember the time, girl
Imma put it down
So Gucci gon wake up so
I run it its gon hurt
But when Im gone itll make you want mo
Scented oils and candles
I pull up in my Lambo
The bestest that you never had
Two backstreets off the main road
You had her but she left so
Thats just the way the game go
No one on my level so get up out my lane ho
I met a girl so real that its no need to run no game on
Reminisce of Gucci every time they play my same song
Im on her like a long john
Short skirt with no thongs on
Sexy naked sunbathin outside my house with frames on
I took her for some buster and that boy aint gon do shit about it
Its alright if we kick it, tell that sucker forget about it
Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright
Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night
Do you remember the time, girl?
Like I remember the time, girl
Girls to my right, ladies to my left
The weathers real hot, snow on my chest
And I see this fly girl, tried to get her number
Then she tells me that I already smashed last summer
Mile high club, G5 planes
Remember back rubs and pink champagne
Mile high club, G5 planes
Remember back rubs and pink champagne
Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright
Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night
Do you remember the time, girl?
Like I remember the time, girlEmbed |
Rock the Bells Lyrics
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I dont care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
Im gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
Youve been waitin and debatin for oh so long
Just starvin like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin in the rhymin for the record of course
Im a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I aint taken no crap
Im rhymin and designin with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin always stickin cause you like it that way
You take a step because its def and plus its by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well cause thats the name of this jam
Rock the bells
Some girls will like this jam and some girls wont
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend dont
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers wanna do this well
Rock the bells
Now Im worldwide known, whether you like it or not
My one-man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
Hell never skip it, only rip it when hes on the fader
Whats my DJs name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode whos on the wheels
Hell drive the crossfader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you know hes greater
Whats my DJs name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old Gold
So all you crabby lookin nappy-headed girls get back
Cause theres a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the bells
The bells are circulatin the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.s your name
Cut Creators good, Cool J. is good-good
You bring the woodpecker, Ill bring the wood
The bells are whippin and rippin at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it aint the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
Im not a virgin so I know Ill make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever since
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
Rock the bells
So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
Hell cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you Jheri Curl suckers wearin high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is youre a fruit-loop troop
All youre gonna-be, wanna-be, when will you learn
Wanna be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers dont like me, but Im not concerned
Six Gs for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
Im growin and glowin like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, Do you like Cool J?
Thats right, Im on the mic with the help of the bells
Theres no delayin what Im sayin as Im rockin you well
Rock the bells1Embed |
Brain Damage Lyrics
Scalpel
Here
Sponge
Here
Wait...hes convulsing, hes convulsing
Ah
Were gonna have to shock him
Oh my! Oh my God
Were gonna have to shock him
Oh my God
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny looking White boy
Scrawny and always ornery
Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies picking on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
My first day in junior high this kid said
Its you and I, three oclock sharp this afternoon you die
I looked at my watch it was 1:20
I already gave you my lunch money
What more do you want from me
He said, dont try to run from me, youll just make it worse
My palms were sweaty
And I started to shake at first
Something told me, try to fake a stomach ache, it works
I screamed, oww, my appendix feels like they could burst
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse
Whats the matter
I dont know, my leg, it hurts
Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy
Oh I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee
Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, youre gonna get some extra homework
But dont you wanna give me after school detention
Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and Imma let him
Brain damage
Ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was going
But everywhere I go they keep playing my songEmbed |
Resurgence 2 Lyrics
You know, everybodys been tellin me
What they think about me for the last few months
I mean we talkin bout practice
Maybe its time I tell em what I think about them
Bitch, you shouldve knew I was coming
I been away for a minute
But now that Im back you are done with
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses
Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin on the surface
But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
Whats beef?
Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill em all, kill em all
Nah, nah, whats beef?
Beef is brothers dyin over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin in the street
Whats peace?
Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
When enough time pass, and you blast
Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict
Fuck around and you dont wanna start shit, woo
Comin with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit
You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherfuckers full of indecision
And I murder with precision all over your television
Im numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision
Never listen, we gon leave them missin
Thats the mission like ISIS
Aint no time to bicker over who the nicest
Its Logic, its obvious, just ask the audience
Ive come to body this shit
Yes, its egregious, Im Regis
You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS
Turn a whole world to a crisis
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually, I aint like this
Aint no tellin how crazy I might get, uh
Beat the police with a nightstick
And my whole life, I been lifeless
Now Im so fly, Im a motherfuckin flight risk
Fuck it, Ima hit em til they jumpin
I aint trippin, this is nothin
I been livin in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
Went to hell and got abducted, meet the devil
Im his cousin, I aint settlin for nothin
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when Im bussin
Niggas duckin
Even Stevie Wonder couldnt see it comin
I aint judgin, I just want the money, I dont need a budget
I been hungry, I aint got no oven
But I got the munchies, nigga
How you gon move on the front line?
If I dont fuck with you, I just cut ties
My high school teacher said Id never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine
And no, I dont know you for the twelfth time
We do not share the same bloodline
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy when its crunch time
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Yeah put a couple bitch niggas on, now they talk back
Now they pray on my fall, better fall back
Hit em whip em dismissing em all never call back
Stumble mumbling niggas with words what you call rap
Man this shit is a catastrophe
My next bars coming up are an analogy of savagery
The blood straight thicker than water Im going drrrrr for the family
So I hit em wit a semi automatic
Im running these niggas static
They bleeding I made it g-g-g-g-g-graphic
Im killing and wreaking havoc destroying every dynamic
Im putting niggas in plastic
My reach is fucking organic
They broken Im the mechanic
They stole it I took it back then replaced it with something magic
Completely different and classic
The size of the fucking planet
Gigantic and so galactic volcanic and so sporadic
Im livin life in the fast lane
Wake up every morning thinkin Ima have a bad day
Drive my own car, I dont like the valet
Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
Losin it all, but I think that Im okay
Who is involved? I dont know, but Im insane
Poof! And Im gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
Last couple years, lets recap
I make a livin off of writin out my regrets
Im doin me, I dont care where the scenes at
Try to give me feedback, I dont really need that
I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
I used to wear a lil tie with a black vest
I came a long way, why you lookin upset?
Im tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you aint hear it yet, woo!
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Boy these streets aint nothin nice had to make way out the hood
Dont nobody give a damn, had to make sure we was good
Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal
When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel
Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt
Who this nigga think he is?
That little black boy from the south
They was laughin at me then aint no laughin at me now
And for those who dont believe ask em now who run the town
How bout you just get the fuck off my dick?
How bout you listen and never forget?
Only gon say this one time, then Im dipped
Niggas aint worthy to be on my shit
Havent you heard? Im as cold as the tip
Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic
No tip-toein round it, my shit is gigantic
Its big as the fuckin Atlantic, Im lit, bitch
Know a young nigga, he actingso crazy
He serve a few packs and he jack a Mercedes
He shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies
He dont give a fuck if them crackers gon hang him
Bitches been askin, Where have you done lately?
I stacked a few Ms like my last name was Shady
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Made it out the hood, now these motherfuckers act like I didnt work for it
Ive been doing good you used to stab me in the back in the past like it never could first
Went from that beat Honda Civic to a tour bus
Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us
Ive been countin hundies in my undies adding more bucks
Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut
How can a hater say Im irrelevant
Speakin before you take it out is never intelligent
Like Im dead into Hell I went
But Im flying over you like a Pelican
Flies never get the swatting from elephants
Eloquent, thats why theres big amount of malice bin
But theyre jealous and all kinda embellishment
Trapped in elegance, meaning your fellas mints
Now youre shallots and not even an element
Look, I been lowkey for a minute I think its time I come out the bat cave
This aint the time for you to man up and act brave
Im outta my mind but its sustainable rap craze
Im on the grind you know the flow is divine
Thats why I be on the rise like a volcano when ash sprays
These are your last days Im ripping your limbs like crab legs
They shouldnt have let me play in this rap race, Im back mane
Who said Im fallin off
In my celly you gon see a lot of broads
And you know that the pussy is fire
Thats why they throw it at me like a Molotov
Muhfuckas finna get punished
You gon see the whole damn rap game plummet
Yeah, this nigga Hop done done it
You aint even see my little black ass coming
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head
Beast mode, motherfuckers bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think Im a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, Im the ethos and Im the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I dont gotta say a fuckin thing, though, cause MCs know
But you dont wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
And youre trapped in your cell phone
On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I dont want to fuckin listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldnt do shit but just sit still
Now moneys not a big deal
Im rich, I wipe my ass with six mil
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillars comin to get the cannabis
Im lookin for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin
Batterin everything and Ive had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin stiff as a mannequin
And Im bringin the bandana back, and the fuckin headband again
A handkerchief and Im thinkin of bringin the fuckin fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
Ill go slow for the speds
But when I go like the doberman said
I still think the would go over your head Embed |
Eminem - Lose Yourself LyricsSe, om du hade en chans, en möjlighet
Att ta vara på allt du någonsin velat, ett ögonblick
Skulle du fånga det, eller bara låta det gå förbi?
Hans händer är svettiga, knän svaga, armar tunga
Det är spyor på hans tröja redan, mammas spaghetti
Han är nervös, men på ytan ser han lugn ut och redo att
Släppa bomber
Men han fortsätter glömma vad han skrev
Folkmassan är så högljudd
Han öppnar sin mun, men orden vill inte komma ut
Han tappar andan nu, alla skrattar nu
Klockan har räknat ner, tiden har gått ut, bloah!
Kom tillbaka till verkligheten, åh där försvinner gravitationen
Oh, där går Rabbit, han sätter tungan i halsen
Han är så arg, men han ger inte upp så
Lätt, nej
Han kommer inte lämna, han vet att hela hans liv hänger på det
Det spelar ingen roll, han är cool
Han vet det, men han är trasig
Han är så fast att han vet
Nr han går tillbaka till sin trailer, det är när
Det är tillbaka till labbet igen, yo
Hela hans liv är en rapsodi
Bäst att han fångar det här ögonblicket och hoppas att det inte passerar honom
Bäst att du förlorar dig själv i musiken, ögonblicket
Du äger det, bäst du aldrig släpper det
Du får bara ett försök, missa inte din chans
Den här möjligheten kommer en gång i ett liv, yo
Själen flyr, genom det här hålet som gapar
Den här världen är min att ta
Krön mig till kung, som vi rör oss mot, en ny världsordning
Ett normalt liv är tråkigt, men stjärnlivet nära döden
Det blir bara svårare, växer varmare
Han blåser oss alla på hororna som är helt för honom
Kust till kust visar, han är känd som globetrotter
Ensamma väger, Gud bara vet
Han växer långt från trädet, han är ingen far
Han kommer hem och känner knappt igen sin egen dotter
Men håll för näsan för det kommer kallvatten
Hans horor vill inte ha honom mer, han är gamla nyheter
De går vidare till nästan snubbe med flyt
Han gjorde magplask och sålde inget
Så såpoperan är sagd och väcklas ut
Jag antar att det är sen gammal, men pulsen fortsätter
Da da dum da dum da da
Inga fler spel, jag ska ändra vad du kallar raseri
Riva ner det här jävla haket som två hundar i bur
Jag lekte i början, humöret har ändrats
Jag har tuggats och spottats ut och buats av scenen
Men jag har fortsatts rhymea och skriva nästa gåta
Måste tro att någon betalar råttfångaren
All smärta inuti förstärks av faktumet
Att jag inte kan leva på nio till fem
Och jag inte tillhandahålla rätt typ av liv för min familj
För herregud, de här matkupongerna betalar inte blöjor
Och det är ingen film, det finns ingen Mekhi Phifer, det är mitt liv
Och dessa tider är så hårda och det blir bara svårare
Försöker göra och vattna mitt frö, plus
En teeter totter fast mellan att vara en pappa och en prima donna
Bebisens mamma, drama, skriker vidare och
För mycket för att jag ska vilja
Stanna på en plats, en till dag av enformighet
Has tagit mig till punkten, jag är som en snigel
Jag måste formulera en handling eller så hamnar jar i fängelse eller skjuts
Mamma, jag älskar dig, men den här trailern måste ut
Jag kan inte växa i Salems Lot
Så här går jag, det är min chans
Fötter tappa mig ej för kanske den enda chansen jag har
Du kan göra vad än du bestämmer dig förEmbed |
Murder Murder Lyrics
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, heres yo lifespan
And for what yo lifes worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland
See Im a nice man but money turned me to Satan
Im thirsty for this green so bad Im dehydratin
Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin
I want the whole pie, I wont be denied nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin, clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets your description and sketches ya
The connection was the prime suspect
But I aint set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And $200 aint enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King
And have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin the Mac
Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, its murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
But I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin Freeze
But Im already wanted for sellin kis
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit be square in the chest, wasnt wearin a vest
Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out
Blew the back end out this ladys Jag, started blackin out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut your yackin mouth, fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinkin fuck it, mug her while youre there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl in Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now Im a criminal
Drove it through somebodys yard, dove into they swimmin pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but Im injured badly though
Parents screamin: Johnny, go in and call the police!
Tell em theres a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles
And collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped the Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, Im surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin TRUCE TRUCE
And surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasnt me! It was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked
Its murder she wrote
It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Embed |
I Get Money Lyrics
I get money, I, I get money, I
I get, I get, I get, I get
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
They keep on sayin the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyre just tryna distract it
From the fact that Im comin back
Or maybe its cause I aint black, maybe its because of that
Maybe its because Im the highest sellin artist in rap
While Im sittin back in my office jackin off to my plaques
Im still sick, how can I be sick this long?
And Im still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes
I thrive on makin my opponents think that Ive died
Thats when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn, I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man dont lay
In the sun cause I dont tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money weve earned?
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s still?
And Fif hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit
He aint even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score!
To go from sellin bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
Im just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has-been, thats when I start spazzin
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
Im the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
Im a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyes glasses!Embed |
Slim Shady Lyrics
Im a pacifist, unless there’s ass to kick
Itll be tragic miss, If I dont fuck you bitch
You can take the dick you little cunt
Lick it than pass it like a blunt
But I’m sober now Im done with drugs
That was the last chapter this is the next one
My place in the game is big, son
Im somewhere between God, Godzilla, and King Kong
A Monster, yeah like his dick is
They say Im hung like a bear, so run, run bitches
The chainsaw can give you staple stitches
If your unfaithful, just kill your wife than rape your mistress
And if that dont work your a fucking retard
Im sick of playing games, Im here for revenge, Dee Barnes
Slapping up Dre for what he start-
Ed, long time ago and it left him scarred
Everybody knows Im crazy
This game isn’t gonna change me
There’s nothing else to say, see
You already know Im Shady
Everybody knows I’m crazy
This game isnt gonna change me
Theres nothing else to say, see
You already know Im Shady
I’m assuming you dont want to battle
That will be your dying day
Into your house bullets will rattle
You just cannot win this fray
Dont believe me ask Ray
, but hes really not though
, thats the goal
, and relocate you to the motorhomes
Holdin pullin moldin chrome
Oldest, dopest, grossest flow
Killer, father, loving home
Family jealous of all this gold
Everybody wants a million from Shady
Even the goddamn motherfuckers who hate me
But I stays crazy, and sprayz AKs at babys
Me and Drezy
Mothefucker I told you I was
The game done helped
The only thing left to
Is hey
Mothefucker I told you I was
The game done helped
The only thing left to
Is hey
Relapse 2 mothafuckas
Fuck you and your mothas
Dre grab the gat gunshots1Embed |
Beautiful LyricsIntro:
Lately Ive been hard to reach
Ive been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, then Im reaching out for you
Im just so depressed
I just cant 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 and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I dont know how or when
And I ended up in this position Im in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just cant admit
Or come to grips
With the fact that
I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
I know some spits so hard to swallow
And I just cant sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact
Ill be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Copy
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What its be like, to be me
Ill be you, lets trade shoes
Just to see what Id be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we find
Look at it through each others eyes
But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h
They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh
But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h
They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh
I think Im starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom I
Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature at a room
Just as soon
As I walk in
Its like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that
Im not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I dont need no... manservant
Follow me around, and wipe my
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of em aint even funny like
Haah Marshall, youre so funny man, you should be a comedian
G--damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why dont you all sit down
Listen to the tale Im about to tell
Hell, we dont have to trade our shoes
And you dont have to walk no thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What its be like, to be me
Ill be you, lets trade shoes
Just to see what Id be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we find
Look at it through each others eyes
But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h
They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh
But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h
They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh
Outro:
Lately Ive been hard to reach
Ive been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, then Im reaching out for youEmbed |
Careful What You Wish For Lyrics
So this is it, this is what I wished for
Just isnt how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment
I just thought the shitd be different
But somethin changed the minute that I got a whiff of it
I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin it
And it became my cocaine, I just couldnt quit
I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster
I became a hypocrite, concert after concert
I was rakin in the dough, rollin in green
Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine
But I was losing my freedom, therе was nowhere for me
To not go and bе seen, and just go and be me
And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it
Every CD critics gave it a three, then three
Years later they go back and re-rate it
Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest
The Marshall Mathers was a classic
The Eminem Show was fantastic
But Encore just didnt have the caliber to match it
I guess enough time just aint passed yet
A couple more years, that shitll be Illmatic
And eight years later, Im still at it
Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict
And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk
My back has been broke and I can still walk
So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
I got a letter from a fan that said hes been praying for me
Every day and for some reason
Its been weighing on my mind heavy
Cause I dont read every letter I get
But something told me to go ahead and open it
But why would someone pray for you
When they dont know you?
You didnt pray for me when I was local
And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through
Just to get to where Im at, Ive already told you
At least a thousand times in these rhymes
I appreciate the prayer but Ive already got God on my side
And its been one hell of a ride, hasnt it?
Just watching it from a opposite standpoint
Man, boys got to look
Nuts, and thats the only word I can think of
Right now, on how to describe the shit
This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it
Just watch what you wish for cause I got the shit
So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold1Embed |
We Back Lyrics
And just like that, mixtape shit is now official
DJ Young Mase, AKA Mr. Detroit City
You know what time it is
Return of the Dozen:
Kuniva, Big Proof, Marshall Mathers
Bizarre, Kon Artist, Swift McVay
We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
We back, we back
Ive been firing up my ounces in Vietnam in houses
Just the past time. Go ask about me in the county
I am mentally disruptive and untouched; Im not lying
Ill snipe you faster than a nigga thats been caught wired
My thought process is maniacal
Tylenol threes mixed with Vicodin can make a hella antidone
Speak irrelevant. There aint enough medicine
That can stop me from swelling your mouths worse than pelicans
I can sock whores thats with enough force
To crack the back of their skeletons; fuck having remorse
Youd be better off being suicidal than forfeiting
You can hide your horsemen, but not they vital organs
Snitches are foes and when they see me
Folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET
My felonies be changing with the weather
Ill be the nigga blacker than X-Clan and the Panthers put together
Back in the studio, back on the block
Back in St. Andrews,, got them hammers cocked
Nigga I dont get shot: I do the shooting
Gang member: I do all the recruiting
Ball till yall fall, out there in Reno
Blowing ten thousand: Motor City casino
They say my group was wanted on some IRS shit
Thats what happens when five niggas sell bricks
When it comes to beefing, we dont need Marshall
St. Aubin massacre: call me Tamara Marshall
Come on your block and get loose
Shoot niggas for a triple-fat goose. This ones for Proof
This is for my dawgs. This is for my peoples
This is for them niggas, Bacardis and the Regals
And it might be you
If you ever, ever disrespect my crew
Your boys are back in the building; yeah, we back on the map
Back to doing them drugs; packing the mac in the Ac
If you wanna get em up, lets make hap with a scrap
Niggas be running they trap until the hammer go clap
Bloody you up like a Cotex; leave your face big like Rolex
My guns carry 21 like three feet, no check
The laid-back, bumping James Brown; the big payback
I dont play that like Pat, so dont say jack
Shit is real in this killing field; wheres your game face?
Fuck you, your whole family and your namesake
So step back and observe these little clowns
Like they running this town, like we dont get down
In my crib, I got plaques: they hanging all around
And the only plaque you got is hanging in your mouth
Youre not like us: a million fans overseas
We can leave for a week and come back with a hundred Gs
We back
The dozen: they been all over the country; overseas
Niggas done laid low for a minute
But now we back. The streets is ours
We back like we never left, niggas
You know what time this is: Return of the Dozen mixtape, hosted by the general
The fuck yall wanna do now?
All yall hating-ass niggas get your thongs ready: we back, D12!1Embed |
Serious Lyrics
Whats up with everybody beefin
Everybody seem like they wanna beef
You know what Im saying?
Everybody beefin with everybody
This shit is crazy
This is a bomb scare, fires on your hair
Terrorists live here, but I dont care
Im making pot holes when I stomp, so dont stare
I stop to stomp competiton, with both fair
How dare, little soldier at ease
We shake down these streets, like Parkinsons Disease
We parking the road trees, plus load the weapons
Everything to six shooters, to high tech ones
If a green beans things, to my suggestion
Burn a big whole in your belly, like indigestion
With one question, who the fuck is Dogmatic
An underground nigga but this niggas above average
Its serious! who can understand what Im saying?
Yo Slim, tell them niggas
Its like you open a can of worms or smoked yams
I got bloody hands and burners that make you dance!
This shit is serious! Do you really want beef
Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth
And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf
And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat
This shit is serious! Do you really want beef
Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth
And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf
And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat
This shit is serious!
Im the only one your bitch let touch her
Type a brother thatll, fuck yo mother, wit a fishnet rubber
Imma misfit slash, nitwit
I love to put up biscuts, straight to a niggas lips, itll fit
A biligerent and rowdy fellow
Ill dump yo body, and still fly away to Maui, on a teller
When it comes to beefin, it aint no explain
Ill change ya lauguage, wit a stainless
Ill contain, wit a name which to make you famous
Imma deranged pit, Ill bend you till ya back touch ya anus
Dont ever take me to court, Ill whack the plantiff
Then beat the fuck out the baliff
A heinous, miscellaneous, nigga never miss, when the AK lift
I paint ya face wit, any weapon, just like The Matrix
They aint steppin, dont even say shit
You heard about the bodies in my basement, you joinin them, face it
Laugh indictive, like Kim lipstick, and get a nose bleed
My blow speed, is like my hands working ten stick shifts
Captain ask, to stick my finger in the barrel of a Mac 10
And snatching the driver out the black Benz
Smashing his contact lens, my life start when his contract ends
Go kiss-and-tell, and contact Kim!
Lets be factually, actually, yall aint after me
Got wit +Regis+, yall beef is without the +Kathy Lee+
Told yall my battlery, and go to war happily
How you gon call my bluff, when you scared to send a fax to me
My factulty guns drawn, one wrong move dudey
And its too heads on ya body, into a gangster movie
For lot being real, scared to pop wit the steel
It got skeletons in my house, every closet is filled
Now how does it feel, with this Baretta to ya dome
And to know that ya moms know, that you was never coming home
w/ Ab-libs
You know what Im sayin
You want beef, we taking it to yo face
Fuck it, Dirty Dozen, Slim Shady
D-12, this shit is serious!1Embed |
Zane Lowe BBC Radio Interview Part 2 Lyrics
Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use
Society will reap a great benefit.
Lets talk about your work on the record as a producer, because I know on Relapse you did nothing, on Recovery you got back into it, Ive always said to you as long as Ive know you or youve been making beats how much of a fan I am of your particular music, your production for others as well as just for yourself.
Oh, thank you.
And so to hear you back making beats again on some of the standout beats on the record was a real thrill. So, I mean, how was that getting back into the producers chair and deciding to wear two hats again?
Urm, I mean that was fun, it was fun to, to be able to, just mess around with beats from scratch again and, you know, sometimes, like, I think Recovery was the first time that I ever got really super-open to, urr, working with a lot of other producers, you know that was the most I had ever done, and, you know, aside from working with Dre. You know, so, on that album kind of opened those doors a little bit, so thats kinda how early on, we started approaching this record, or this album, and sometimes, like I may get something in my head like an idea or the mood of something that I would want and Im not always gonna get that by going through, you know, different tracks if other people have made, they dont know whats in my head, you know what Im saying, so its also a good way to, ur, I think maybe it helps with diversity a little bit too, with the sound and all that, you know, I would get something in my head and wanna be able to lay that idea down from scratch.
It just sounds like your being inspired by rap, in a big big way, I mean...
Absolutely
I mean, I know youve always been that way, weve known each other for a long time and Ive met you at various points throughout every album and I know that its...
I just met you, out there I thought... Its all good man, Im still peeling the floors.
Um, you know and the music reflects your head space, its always been pretty honest, not just lyrically but also musically I mean there was a time when the beats you were making were all very kind of minor key and lots of strings and lots of, kind of, a lot of Drama. The beats on here are fun. I mean, theyre fat, big and rap! Like inspired by hip-hop!
Yeah, I mean, its pretty much all I do, and all I wanna do, you know what Im saying like, so its fun for me, like Im still, you know, like Im still passionate about hip-hop, and every aspect of it, so, making beats and producing, you know, is definitely, its fun for me.
What is it about rap that you love? I mean Im a huge, I mean I grew up on hip-hop and it forms pretty much every sort of thing Ive ever done in my life pretty much to some form, and what I wondered, you know, being someone who is considered one of the greatest of all time, what is it about rap the art form, if you can even trace it back to when you first discovered it, to how you feel about it now and what are your most rap-heavy records?
You know, just a lot of rap.
A lot of rapping on there, a lot of words?
Yeah
What is it about it that you love, if you can put it into words?
Hmm, I dunno, I, urm, I love the fact that you can, I love the expression of it. The fact that you can, you know, just, I dont know, I love the, I love beats and rhymes and I love the fact that you can express yourself in a rhyme and lay it down and it can be therapeutic, and youve got it off your chest, and then you could go on to the next thing, I dont know, theres so much shit that I love about rap, you know, Im in it for like, I love to watch whats going on in the game and keep my finger on the pulse of that, you know, and its exciting to watch as a fan, for me too, you know, just being a fan of hip-hop, urm, and watching as it, you know, the evolution of it, and, you know, how it moves from each year to year, you know what Im saying, the direction, and...
Are you sort of relieved that you can be that now, you can be a contender for the worlds greatest rapper along with a selection of your peers and it can be a really amazing rap record and to a certain extent, I hope you take this the right way because I know your strong career, very popular, number 1 in 80+ countries, huge, but the pop stars kind of did, you know, in the sense of what people expect from you these days, isnt it, you dont have to be that guy any more, you can just be a rapper and make rap records if you want. Is that a relief?
Well, yeah, I think so, urm, its one of them things like, as far as like, being a pop star or whatever like, I never, never intended to be any of that, you know wha Im saying, like, all I ever wanted to do was get respect from, you know, my peers and other rappers, and, urm, all the other stuff that came with it was just, you know, confusing to me, it was, I dont know, like I dont feel like I ever set out to make a pop song or a song that was gonna be some kind of crossover song or whatever... is that for me?
Yeah, if you want it.
Thanks man, appreciate it. Urm...
And then boom, you did! And it didnt stop for years!
Well boom, it happened but at the same time, like - I never wanted to - when things did did keep happening and when certain things kept hitting the radio and things like that, I mean, I dont think Im stupid. Im not stupid. Like, I know when a song has a certain particular sound and sounds like well maybe this could possibly be a radio record, or when Im going fuck, shit, ass! you know what Im saying, and I know this will never go to radio. But at the same time, if a song starts heading that way, cause a lot of times I may even think, I may even think certain things when Im writing it, like, maybe what person this might connect with, you know what Im saying like, and who I might connect with with this song. But I never, in making any song I have made, I never wanted to compromise lyrical integrity, yeah, you know, and I always wanted to make sure that if I was rapping on a beat that had some kind of appeal to it and was catchy, that I was at least doing my job as an MC, and you know what Im saying...
Oh thats the struggle!
And doing what I feel like I need to do.
Thats tough man, because you want to give as much quality as you possibly can through your music, youre not going to hold yourself back in case you get successful, but at the same time like you say its never been on the agenda, and I guess in a way that was part of what caused the problem in the first place that just manifested over that time, huh, like, how do I do both? How do I be good and not court this, not be this guy that everybody expects something from?
Yeah, urm, I know that early on I went through a lot of that with the Hi, my name is record, and it was, urm, like I never understood, like I understood that the record was funny, and i understood that it was a little, urm, how you say, kitschy, or whatever, and maybe the hook was, the whole record was tongue-in-cheek. You know what Im saying, like Im still doing a lot of records like that to this day, with the tongue-in-cheek, but that record in particular was just like, it was my, it was almost like my anti-pop song cause it was like my hello to the world but it was my fuck you to the world at the same time. So I never understood, like, when all that started happening, like holy shit how did that become a, you know, I guess pop song.
So when did the penny drop and you realized the more you say fuck you, the more people are gonna say, you know, hi, we love you?
Urm, I dont know, I mean...
Probably around the Marshall Mathers LP right, cause thats when it really started to, to blow up again?
Yeah, I think, I think there was a lot of that, and I think that just, coming from being an underground MC and being an underdog and things like that kinda gave me that attitude I think, you know, I think that had a lot to do with it, and then, you know, watching NWA and other people, 2Pac, you know what Im saying, like, it was like, hes not going to, him or they, arent going to kiss your ass to make you like their music.
Yeah, thats exactly what they want to do, let things slide a bit, you know. Now, you kind of talk about that on this song here, on The Monster , and I think this is the one where you really address it in the most eloquent way about like, its the gift and the curse, you know, Im aware of the trouble it can get you in, Ive been through that, you know. Number 1 album, number 1 movie, number 1 this number 1 that, not really in a position to really, kind of, really, be able to absorb that, yet, its intoxicating, isnt it?
Yeah, it was like, it was this thing, where, and Im not gonna lie, I still wish it today, that it was like this thing where I want this attention for this music, but then I wanna be able to go in public, and I wanna be able to eat a fucking sandwich, you know what I mean, and be left alone. So, it was like man, if I could..., because, Id never been an attention seeker, and it seems like a hell of a career choice, you know, but, I dont like attention, thats not just why I do it, just to get attention, I dont like to be in public and walk around and be, like, here I am, you know what I mean, like, its not what I want, I just wanted, my dream was, my dream was for like, fuck man, to be able to one day, like hear rappers that I look up to on the radio, like yo, what if Jay Z, whoever, what if they heard of me, what if they thought I was dope? You know what Im saying like? That was where my mentality always was, was with it. So when it all went crazy it was really hard to wrap my head around, you know, a lot of it still is, but especially back then.
Yeah. You know, you have done something which very few people have done now, youve actually been at the center of the world, the center of that storm, and youve emerged out of it, you popped out of the other side of it, I mean. Elvis didnt do that, you know, Michael Jackson didnt do that, Whitney Houston... a lot of people who have been in the public eye to that extent, unfortunately the list of various reasons, Im sure personal to them, is too long, who didnt make it through. You have, and what does the world look like to you, when youve come out the other side of that, and youre 5 years sober and youre looking on that chaos for some perspective?
Urm, I dont know, I mean Im definitely thankful, you know what I mean, I know that could have certainly took another path...
And gone that way, yeah.
Yeah, I could have went another direction but, I dont know, I mean, I think that, I feel like, like Im probably able to see it, Im able to be more focused now than Ive ever been, urm, but Im also able to I guess put it in perspective. The problem is I cant put a lot of perspective because I dont, theres a lot thats, you know, gone, theres a lot that I dont remember, and maybe thats cool, too, you know what Im saying, where...
Probably a good thing?
Yeah but, I dont know man, I know, I know that, theres so many addicts in this world, you know, and people who have problems like that, that dont make it, you know what Im saying so I, Im thankful for that, but urr, you know, I think thats one thing that really helps me, urr, through, and just, keeps me pushing forward is the music, is the passion for that and, and, and, you know.5Embed |
We Just Came to Party Lyrics
Light up that marijuana
Pass me the bong
Fill up my cup
Fill it up with Patron
Suuuun
We just came to party
And Im feelin good
I got the Remy for any women thats feeling loose
Your man grillin and he just stepped on my tennis shoes
I think we met, we gettin checks like
You see her shinin with diamonds, glass, a swimmin pool
All the women drool, when they see the linen jewels
The way you drifted by, it really got me in the mood
Take me to the room and blow me up like a inner clue
I just came to party
Pulled up
In my old school, with the naughty
Valet park
My shit, next to 40s
In the Coup, he look sporty
And Im tryin to leave tonight, with at least three freaks
Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet
I hope these clowns in here aint tryin to start beef
Cause thatll be the reason that niggas kickin your front teeth
We just came to party
We aint comin here to
Start shit with nobody
Girl, we just wanna see ya
Work that, work that, body
With ya man lookin like
He, can murk somebody
We just sipped a little
Bit too much Bacardi
He done tripped into this
Cup, and spilt it on me
Now, hes startin to talk
Shit, to Swift and Nani
Hes about to get the
Shit, kicked, stomped out of him
I dont got no time for these niggas thats playing games
I dont take it as a diss unless you sayin my name
Im a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids
I crack a bottle open and ask em
If they wanna swig
Im the bad guy that touched your wife
TipToe aint nothin nice
I rob Benzs and still sport a gang of ice
We gettin money, we aint trippin off you ho niggas
Cause if we want you, well come show up at your show, niggas
He bout to get the
Shit kicked the fucked out of em
They call me 1 Shot killin the Crips is lovin em
I split his fuckin
Head for the pushin and shovin em
So crazy
I harass and embarrass him in public em
Just sayin
Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin me with that is Crip
I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know Im the shit
Never sound like an amateur, I damage niggas brains
This buster
Came to be a party pooper, Im insane
We just came to party
We aint comin here to
Start shit with nobody
Girl, we just wanna see ya
Work that, work that, body
With ya man lookin like
He, can murk somebody
We just sipped a little
Bit too much Bacardi
He done tripped into this
Cup, and spilt it on me
Now, hes startin to talk
Shit, to Swift and Nani
Hes about to get the
Shit, kicked, stomped out of him
Got a couple of handguns, feel like my block is ready
And Im livin it Thug Life, like I was Makaveli and
Nigga, this Zoo Life, nigga, I ride for it
Ill die for it and do federal time for it
Im a inglewood nigga just had me angry brother
I am starting gangbanging because of my favorite color
I done flip the whole brick
Im flippin this cocaine
Got socas in line, dancin like its Soul Train
The party dont pop off, unless we pop up in it
If the drama jump off, the first to dive up in it
Infamous/G-Unit it, baby, Shady, Aftermath
I done started my own shit, Zoo Life about to crack
Bloods and Crips, they love me
Bang on the nigga thats phony sauce
Pick up the phone with the police
And he was tryin to kick it, but niggas got cold feet
YAH!
We just came to party
We aint comin here to
Start shit with nobody
Girl, we just wanna see ya
Work that, work that, body
With ya man lookin like
He, can murk somebody
We just sipped a little
Bit too much Bacardi
He done tripped into this
Cup, and spilt it on me
Now, hes startin to talk
Shit, to Swift and Nani
Hes about to get the
Shit, kicked, stomped out of him
ZOOLIFE!
INFAMOUS!
G-UNIT!
SHADY!
AFTERMATH!
BIATCH!Embed |
Van vs. Ham Lyrics
1, 2, 6, 8, 10
Yo! Im Back, to bust another fresh track
You say, that I have the ability to fly
Fly right past ya ass, when I blast
Ya every time I grab the mic, I crash a
Nother rhyme its a crash landin
Every time I grab the mic, Im kinda outstandin
Cause no one can step to a single a rhyme
And I say Yo, what kept you?
Homes, you going too slow
Youre too slow for the flow and I know
That M&M is returning
To bust the rhyme and suckers are learning
That when I kinda go offbeat a little bit
I step back to the rhyme and say
That I bust a rhyme all day
Make a sucka say Hey!
I cannot step to you M&M
Cause you are so bad, Damn
Youre the baddest motherfucker in the whole damn land
And youre right, cause I am
And I dont go offbeat, not once
Cause I grab the mic and bust for months
And I dont give nobody another turn
Cause every time I grab the mic, I dont let a brother burn
Because he cant step to a single rhyme that I do
Cause you knew youre through
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Now I grab the microphone, you know I am imperial
Bassmint Productions thats rockin yo stereo
Dont front with me, cause I am the boy
I get on the microphone and I destroy
Now you can take a body, thats not from Oakland
Hammer, Hammer, Hammer keeps on choking, yeah
I can do it right and nobody will know
For I am the Hammer and Im running the show
They come from West Indies, South of California
I wake you motherfuckers up, early in the morning, yo front!
Yo Hammer, that was pretty good man
I dont think I can step to you man, I dont know
Im great!
Ill just try but it seems like you outdo me, no matter what I do
Here I go anyway
Here I am, back to attack the whole damn land
Cause you know that Vanilla Ice is hype
I grab this mic and I rhyme all night
MC Hammer cannot step to me
Because I got the rhymes and Im truly
So damn hype and the place to be
Im rhyming on the mic on the M-I-C
M-I-C is the abbreviation
I grab the mic and rock the whole nation
You know that Vanilla Ice, is so precise and I get so nice
Get so nice, I start developing manners
And I whoop your brain like scanners
Because Vanilla Ice is bad
Now what you got to say about that dad?
You cant step to me boy, I sell more records!
Yo, I know here I go, ay yo, Manix, gimme something, yeah, nah!
Every time I go, you know I like to start
My name is MC Hammer
I rule hip-hop charts
Seven million, seven million, seven million sold
And your shit barely even touch gold!
Now everywhere I go, they know that Im a star
Im the H-A-M, the M-E-R
Cause every time I rock it they know I rock the mic
I am MC Hammer
And you know what I am like, roar!
I dont know man, I think you got me, man, I dont know, Ima try Check this out, fallin
Aint no one here you sucka!
Fallin on the concrete real fast
Jumped in the car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenues packed
I try to get away cause the jackers jack
So I step to the rhyme and I just say Im
Gonna bust a rhyme for the whole damn mind
Then you say that I cannot bust a rhyme
But you gonna get got MC Hammer
Because you know you get on the mic
And drop poor grammar
And you cant slam a jam because I know that I am the man
And all the teenagers they like me
You know why? Its a scheme agents
Have developed to sell me
Because I bust a rhyme so cleverly
And you know that I got knowledge
Cause Im in show biz
And I bust a rhyme all the time
So MC Hammer you cannot step to
A single rhyme that I do Cause I knew
That you are through, you are washed up
Oh, so step to the bathroom
And I told you that I have to scold you
Because I am Vanilla Ice
I grab this mic and I get so precise
And you cannot step
So why dont you get swept?
Now you makin me mad boy
Now Im gonna get your ass
Now you gonna know whos on this motherfuckin mic, yo!
Its about time that I turned out your lights
Now I see the Vanilla Ice tryin a chill in my freezer
You just dont know that your mama is a geezer
She say Hammer, yo Hammer, yo Hammer Hammer Hammer
But she jump on me because Im a bad mamma jamma
I did your bitch, Hammer dont play
I got the funky shit and it goes this way
I wish your whole ass try to step, you cant touch this
You fuck with the Hammer youll be walking on crutches
Yeah thats what Im sayin, I aint playin
Im Hammer, Im Hammer, yes its the Hammer Man
My lips may be big but I can rap better
Then looking at your ass, you look like a piece of cheddar!
Yo though you steppin to me, you know its no dream
I dig Vanilla Ice and turn his ass into whipped cream
So you know whos the best by far
Its the muthafuckin HammeR with a capital R, roar!
Now you made me mad, and you know what happens when you make Vanilla Ice mad Hammer?
What?
I dont like it. So yo!
You scared boy?
I aint scared of you, Hammer, Im just thinking, I gotta think of something clever
When Im through with you
Youll be goin to heaven
Cuz I smash the glasses and fuck 3-5-7
24/7 they was bangin my cock
I said yo fuck Hammer
Get a piece of the rock, yeah
I said yeah. My name is Vanilla Ice, you cant
Step to me, you thought that you was a champ
But I stepped on your ass like a piece of carpet
And rented you for sale like an upstairs apartment
Yo, thats my clever metaphor
And every time I grab the mic you know
Kids like me cuz Im better for
Their ears, because their mothers and parents
Like to hear the way I rhyme and I make an appearance
And say hey, I got a blond streak
And thats why people like me cuz Im hard as concrete
Im always on beat when I do this show
You know that Vanilla Ice has to go cuz Im so damn fresh!
Now you steppin to me punk
There is no maybes
You steppin to me wrong and Im gonna ICE ya baby!
So you say whats the matter, why Hammer loves to rap
Cuz all that shit you talkin to Hammer is bullcrap
Now I know a rhyme every day Im ready
Im down with Dougie Fresh, Van-L is not ready
Now everywhere I go, on MTV Rap
They know Im the best cuz now I dont take no crap
Now Vanilla Vanilla hes beaming out Hammer
They say yo Hammer dont put me on the slammer
I said yo sucka, stupid muthafucka
You messin with me but Im no sucka
I already pumped it up, and already got it started
So steppin to me white muthafucka youll feel broken-hearted
So Im gonna pass the mic and you know about me
Hammer get off the fuckin mic!!! Im outie!
You blew me out, man, you beat me2Embed |
Mic Check, One, Two Lyrics
Lets just go, man, is it recording?
Yeah, lets just rhyme out our ass
Bout to kick a rhyme right outta my head
Huh
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Here I go in the place to be, rhyming like this on the M-I-C
Heres the way that I rhyme so naturally, and actually
When I grab the mic, all the people say
M&M, youre one of the funkiest MCs out today
And I say I agree, because I am a funky dope slammin MC
I slam em back, daddy
Every time I grab the mic and say I wanna rap, daddy
But you cant, because I take it
Grab the mic and if Im done, I break it
When Im done, I just slam the
Microphone and cram it right in your asshole
Because asshole and cram the didnt rhyme
But thats alright cause Im jammin
On the microphone cause Im slammin
Busting out lyrics and you like to examine
My style that Im doin, but if you step to me pursuing, Ill ruin
All your hopes and dreams, cause I work with my man
Hes on my team
My man Manix is on my side every time the crowd panics they say
Damn, howd you make a beat like that maam?
And I say Im not a maam, Im a sir
And if you step to me your eyesll be blurred
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Alright, check it out
Im like , like
I got somethin else I been holdin
Goin to the mic and Im checkin out myself
Im ready to do, I wanna go, alright? Shit
Alright, Manix, lets hear the rythm
Cause I could give it to em when I kick it
But they know they wanna diss
Some sayin
I come with something thats funky
like
I say Whats up? , man
Cause Im dead in your face like the Batman
Im not really a crystal, but how could It be like this?
Because a s like
I dont understand the things you do, Im just dodge it
But they could keep up with somethin funky
I yo ass like brass monkey
But Im not the Beastie Boys, the , the , the
So just bring the noise, hey
So , say Whats up? to those that
Whos the pro who can flow?
So, M&M, wont you grab the mic and take it? Here you go, sike
I give it back to myself incase you were
Say Whats up? to those with the big butts
And if we do a rhyme , I gotta use em like Judy and Boodie
One, two
One, two, mic check, a one, two
One, two, one, two
Mic check, a check, one, two
Mic check, a one, two, one two
Mic check, three, four, six, seven, eight
Mic check, one, two
Do unto others as you would have them do to you
No, thats not the way I work because when I rhyme Im a jerk
I grab the mic and start dissing
All these MCs and try to put them into submission
Take them out for the count because the amount I throw is so deaf
Word! Deaf didnt rhyme but I
On your windshield just like a turd
Every time that I rhyme you know that Im
Going to climb to the tip-tip-top and Im
Not going to stop cause I grab the mic and dop-da dop dop
I fucked up, but thats alright because my lucks up
No its not, cause here I am, I got a lot to give
And I dont live positive, now Im not saying Im negative
But if I grab the mic I do mega kits
Every time that I grab the mic you know that M&M is gonna be rolling his tongue just like this
And then I go do a funky rhyme and if any MC steps up he gets fucking dissed
Bad, dont call me dad
Vanilla Ice said that, that made me mad
So when I step to the mic
Know that I gotta clear my throat and excite
Im trying to get the mic cord away from the stereo so I can bust some material
I take it around my leg, and then all the MCs wanna beg
And say Yo, please give me a turn!
I say No because its my turn to burn
And I bust a rhyme like this and you cant step to a rhyme that I do cause youre dissed!
Youre dissed so bad every time
Sure, he dont get a turn, and hes starting to get mad but Im
Just going to take the mic
Im not gonna give it to him because I am
So damn hyped in the place to be
Rhyming like this cause Im an MC
Rhyming so deaf to the happy ass beat
Its kinda gay like Liberace but hey
Listen to the words that I display every time I kick a rhyme this way
You know that the star is worthwhile, every time I grab the mic Im longer than a mile
Alright, yall, Im in a house
Everybody, Im in a house
Im bout to kick, without a doubt
Uh, shit, alright
Heres a rhyme for the pussies
Im bout to get fruitier than
So, understand when you die
Gotta have to play you like french and watch you fry
But Im a hamburger, so whats up with that ?
You down with a murder
Step into an unholy
Im talkin about the devilish motherfucker
So talkin about and thinkin about all that shit they just thinkin about
Some people tell you Hows
Just straight up and down, Im not even playin
You act rowdy, I like to say its cloudy
And if you dont understand, Im sayin outy
But honestly it sucks just like a
Im layin on the sofa and I a seizure
said it was a but with a from the reverb
when I clean dirt off my sofa and over the head with a soda
I waste no time, when I cant flip I caper
And cut your butt up like G toilet paper
When I bust a rhyme Im a stud
Thats what I like to say, jump on my pud
Girly, girly, would you like to fuck me, fuck me in my house early?
Or late, I dont care, lets make a date cause I dont pump weights to get dates
Just because Im huge, I bust a lyric
But I get greedy like a scrooge
When I grab the mic its kinda stingy
I kick rhymes that aint dingy
When I bust Im like forcillin
You try to grab the mic and force it again
But you cant cause you are speechless
And I get sandy like beaches
I get sandy, I grab the mic, hand me it so I can get dandy
When I bust the shit I get like a noogie
Then I boogie, boogie on down because
Every time that I kick a rhyme I just dud
I meant to say Do, but I got an addiction to friction every time I kick non-fiction
Non-fiction science, every time I grab the mic I got the alliance
Right behind me stepping into the 90s, you know youll try me and youll die, G
So dont even try it, I dont buy it, so youd better keep quiet
With the rhyme, lets get into it, aint nothing but to do it
Say hip, hop, a hippy to the hip, to the hip, hop
To the hippy, hippy hop, ayy
If youre ugly, I dare you to say Ah!
Ah!
Now lets talk about everybody wanna know
Whos the that was
Im not down with the hungry
But some from a long island
I say Whats the
I say Whats up?, but you wanna hear the bass go
I sing a jig thatll make you go and make you yo
You dont understand when I let the money go
But they dont understand Manix
think his name was man,
And yo, Manix, let the beat drop right here
So they understand they made the fear, yes
Im talkin about the I do
Hey, you dont understand what I to
I got a style , I sound like a
But they dont understand
Back to the preview of the
Born like this but you know you cant hit this
my turn
You need to learn you dont know
That you never knew who was the best
In the oogie-woogie-noogie-boogie, represent the best
And Im outy, and yo, bout me
Ayo, Butterfingers, lay a scratch
Youd better catch up cause youre trailing
Youd better put springs in your ass and jump like Van Halen
Every rhyme I get like a panther if youre lying that slander
Cause youre lying like Berry Saunders, every time I grab the mic I get married and I
Like to kick a rhyme that I pick
Every time I pick the mic up I stick
A dick right up your ass like a faggot
Youre gonna die, be crawling with maggots
Every time I dread you like hair, I said youd better get on your underwear
Youd better run, cause if you dont
Afraid youll be seeing a ghost like a Rake
You aint an eighth of me, every time I grab the mic girls try to act so faithfully
But I say No, dont be a fan. Just try to step to my dick and act like a man
No, that dont make no sense but every time I cut class like a pair of scissors I get so damn hyped
On the mic, cause every time I step to the forefront I like
To wonder on to something that Im drawn to
Every time I grab the mic and pass it to Sean he
Gets so deaf but Im not gonna pass it yet
Cause I burn like acid vet, word!
Im a stick like a trident cause you need guidance
Im not , give me the , like a
But, yo, Im like
Onto her , like a
You want some of this but Im fightin that
Onto the , cause you know you got holes in your panties
I want to say fuck Annie, like tomorrow, I no sorrow
Im gonna cut you like
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No Love Lyrics
Yeah
I-I-Im in a different space in my life, you know
Its a real good space too
Ayo Eminem, I like this song, man
By the time yall hear this, Weezy probably be home
Welcome home, Weezy
Reek Da Villain, what up?
Ayo
Let me tell yall niggas about one of the little tough guy dreams
I just had the other night
Look
First I, stop it, then I drop it, then I cock another heater
Pop another leader, from another cliquе that thought he was a creature
That could nеver never ever ever
Ever get his shit popped off
When a nigga come and when a nigga front
Gotta give it to em good, give a nigga what he want
And if a nigga act up, shoot em in the hand
In the face, in the stomach, in the foot, or the heart
You dont want it, homie, you dont wanna start
Especially when a motherfucker see the gun fire spark
When I got the gun up in your mouth, I make a nigga gun talk
Bus Rhymes Reek
Imma hit em in the front, homie hit em in the back
Keep on hittin that nigga in the chest cavity
Till that motherfucker lay down flat
Trust me, Imma make a nigga sit still
Anytime I gotta defend the food, nigga
It dont matter what it is, homie, I will
Beat a nigga till your brother cant figure it out
Or i-dentify the motherfucker on the real
Word on everything a nigga really love
It dont matter who it is, homie, I kill
But now Im finally waking up outta the dream
And I realize that life is so beautiful
And I aint gotta put my hand on a nigga
Unless its definitely necessary, otherwise, its unsuitable
Going through a lot of different little things
That make a nigga wanna go and wanna get in when I bring
A couple goons, that can handle couple situations
And I let em eliminate all the bullshit so I can
Run though every city, run though every state
Though we get a lot of love, I love to get a lot of hate
Though the ones who will try to hate will start to love
Cause its undeniable that everything I do is great
Even when I do it wrong, Imma share it in a song
And I question, is it worth it in the end all along?
I guess I gotta die first return reincarnated
Just to really witness it in another form
But until that time, Ill embellish it and shine
While I set in wit the grind, give me credit when its mine
Boy, I dead it like a nine millimeter, see the sign and the heater
That Im givin all my people get in line now
Yeah, for the ones that hate
Or try to stop my growth in the light from above
When I fight I hold a grudge, its a Kanye shrug
See the way I make em bug, motherfucker, dont no
Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just dont Hurt me
Thats right, it dont Hurt me
And I dont need you No more
Dont wanna see you No more
Ha, bitch, you get no Love
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
And I dont need you Dont hurt me
Thats right, you dont Hurt me
And I dont need you No more
Dont 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 dont need you No more
Get em!
Im alive again, more alive than I have been
In my whole entire life, I can
See these peoples ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen
Uh, Im a little bit sicker than most
Shits finna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I aint never giving in again
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?
They call me a freak, cause I like to
Spit on these pussies fore I eat em
Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage!
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from em, bitch, Ima let you finish in a minute
Yeah, that rap was tight, but Im
Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But Im afraid that it aint gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
Its 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
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted
The game, my soul started to rot, fellow
When Im not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted, ‘cause Marsh is not mellow
Til Im topplin from the top, Im not gonna stop
Im standin on my Monopoly board
That means Im on top of my game
And it dont stop til my hip dont hop anymore
When youre so good that you cant say it
‘Cause it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore
People just get sick ‘cause you spit
These fools cant drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
Youll never slow the momentum at any moment
Im bout to blow, youll never take my pride
Killin the flow, slow venom
And the opponent is gettin no mercy, mark my words
Aint lettin up, relentless, I smell blood
I dont give a fuck, keep givin them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just dont Hurt me
Thats right, it dont Hurt me
And I dont need you No more
Dont wanna see you No more
Ha, bitch, you get no Love
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
And I dont need you Dont hurt me
Thats right, you dont Hurt me
And I dont need you No more
Dont wanna see you
Ha, bitch, you get No love
No! No love No! No love No! No love
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Renegade Lyrics
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus
I aint mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing
Out of a powder-blue 760, clouds of Blueberry sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I aint pussy, so I wont allow you to ever dick me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
Before being put down in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But Im fucking like Im tryna take down Chamberlains record
And the girls more than like you, when you running run
Doing world tours like Michael, but girls sure dont like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
Im on my second V-12, you going on ya third V-6
You can look at this rider, and see Im on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I dont see em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where Im tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Dont they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction
Thats why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection
Till Im in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper biness spread
It wouldnt even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
Since Im in the position to get rich, Imma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
and dont try to act like the truth aint apparent
Im on a mission to get richer, its as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you dont show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at
And you dont know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I aint even gon pretend wit you cats
And Im the nicest, I aint gotta say it twice and repeat it
Im a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
Imma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Deserts the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or sprawled out somewhere sick, leakin red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when Im leavin
You dont know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!
And the bad part about it is man, haha
Im only twenty years old man
And Im just havin fun
Man I aint even tryin man
Desert Storms youngest, and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you aint even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
Skatin Dolla
Duro! its our year man
Desert Storm, we gon kill niggas man
You already know what it is
Its a hocide man
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Liquor Store Church Lyrics
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Ima get lit, then Ima hit the liq, then Ima hit a lick
Go to church and repent but that don’t do shit
No black-owned business, the system is rigged
So Ima keep a bottle of that Henny
And Ima keep a semi, see if God is gon’ forgive me
Don’t mattеr what you bang when you brought up in my city
We all insane by thе time we hit our 20s
Fly since birth, I was airborne
Probably why I’m high now
I’m West Side, Upper East Side bound, we
They push work on the corner hoes, work on the corner
Liquors on the corner, there’s a church on the corner
Always to help put you in dirt on the corner
Man, it really got us cornered
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
I get harassed by the police, keep the brown bag on my OE
My niggas keep a loud pack of that OG, posted in Long Beach
On every corner there’s a liquor store
Other corner got a church, what you looking for?
Sell your soul to religion or liquor
I think God and the Devil got a bidding war
Listen boy, don’t get swallowed by the motherfucking streets, my nigga
Cause then you in the belly of the beast, my nigga
Tryna teach my niggas
North Side, East Side, West Side
I’m talking to each side, nigga
We ain’t tryna preach, my nigga
But if you live in the city by the sea, my nigga
Then you better sleep with a MAC-10 like you a young T-Boz, nigga
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Damn bruh, it’s hard to be a thief
The camera caught you in the streets
Technology film your next robbery
See everything but the bottom of your feet
For drunk shootouts my city is the epicenter
‘Cause the gun store’s right next door to Eddies Liquor
Take a left on Atlantic and now you’re messing with the
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Guilty Conscience Lyrics
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
And suddenly
His conscience comes into play
Alright, stop
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence
Im your mother conscience
Thats nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunts cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay, youll be safe for days
If you shave your legs with Renees razor blades
Yeah, but if it all goes through like its supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and theyll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, shes older than George Burns
Bump that, do that sh, hit that lick
Can you afford to blow this hit? Are you that rich?
Why you care if you scared of death? Are you that chick?
Do you really think she gives a if you have kids?
Man, dont do it, its not worth it to risk it
Not over this slit
Drop the biscuit
Dont even listen to Slim, yo, hes bad for you
You know what, Dre? I dont like your attitude
These voices, these voices, I hear them
And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow
Meet Stan, 21 years old
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom
Once again, his conscience comes into play
Now, listen to me, while youre kissin her cheek
And smearin her lipstick, slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little chickens earlobe
Yo, this girls only fifteen years old
How could you take advantage of her? Shes passed out
Its easy, just cut these lights out, thats how
Then pick this chicken up, get her off Brads couch
And leave her on the front porch at her mom and dads house
Man, aint you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest
You wanna get hauled off to jail?
Bump that, drop her off, ring the doorbell, then bail
These voices, these voices, I hear them
Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow
Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard days work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin
Start breathin? Man, you just caught your wife cheatin
While you at work, shes with some dude tryna get off
Forget gettin divorced, cut this chickens head off
Wait, what if theres a good explanation for this?
What, she tripped, fell, landed on his ?
Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe hes right, Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna grab her?
Kick her our the house, get your daughter and kidnap her?
Thats what I did, be smart, dont be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
What you say?
Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember?
Ima kill you, you lil mothaf-
Uh-uh, temper, temper
Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK
Comin straight outta Compton, yall better make way
How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
Cause he dont need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that
Aw, it, what am I sayin?
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The Bad, The Sad & The Hated LyricsNo one knows what its like
To be the bad man
Behind the lies
No one knows what its like to be hated
To telling lonely lies
Theres a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice thats sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetrys deep and Im stillmatic
The way I flow to this beat
You cant sit still
Its like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
Im strapped just knowin any minute I could snap
Im the equivalent of what would happen if
Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It aint even funny I aint even hungry
It aint even money you cant pay me enough
You to play me
Is cock-a-mani you just aint zany enough
To rock with shady
My noodles cock-a-doodle
My clocks coo-coo
I got screws loose
Yeah the whole kit and caboodle
Im just brutal
Its no rumor Im numeral uno
If Assuming
Theres no humor in it no more
You know Im rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag
You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind the lies
No one knows what its like to be hated
To be faded
To telling lonely lies
Damn I aint never kill nobody I promise
An I promise if you try me
You gone hafta to rewind this track
And make me go back that thingll go lack
That boyll lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got nina in my palm an Im masturbatin
Black peter pan fly till I die
Wat u sayin Bathe in ape
Eve Saint - evie sue what I stay & gat me feelin
Like scarface light the cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four seater
You know I be high get right in the four seater
Top floor of the four seasons
Four of them whores
An they all know how to cook it up
An look I got some and only one know how ta bag
Bitch bundle up
See its a cold world so homie bundle up
Clean on this grind full or not get your hustle up
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind the lies
No one knows what its like to be hated
To telling lonely lies
Im dealing with some shit homie
Its in the back of my head
An its some shit homie but I just rap it instead
See I got wolverines bones in me but
The whole worlds throwin stones at me
Like they all got a bone with me
Got a childs mother and I hate her to death
But thats my childs mother so thats my
Mate to the death its wow how I love her for
For putting little me here
And me and her could be forever
She gonna still be there
Then its some other niggas
I judged the character wrong but
They some other niggas
Now lets get back to the song
I gotta Drug Problem
That I aint tending to, cause I gotta enough problems
An my solution is to stuff problems
But if something goes wrong with that
Then its back to Pcp and so long with rap
See Im depressed lately
But nobody understands
That Im depressed lately
Im sorta feeling repressed lately
So yall been hearin and seein me less lately
Like does anyone notice the regress lately
Look deep nigga dont I seem stressed lately
Seem disturbed alota regrets lately
Yeah
No one knows what its like to feel these feelings like I do
An I blame you
No one fights back as hard on their anger
None of my pain in the world
Can show throughEmbed |
Without Me Lyrics
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
Guess whos back‚ back again
Shadys back‚ tell a friend
Guess whos back, guess whos back
Guess whos back, guess whos back
Guess whos back‚ guess whos back
Guess whos back
Ive created a monster, ‘cause nobody wants to
See Marshall no more, they want Shady‚ Im chopped liver
Well, if you want Shady, this is what Ill give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka thatll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when Im not co-operating
When Im rocking the table while hes operating
You waited this long, now stop debating
‘Cause Im back, Im on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husbands heart problems complicating
So the FCC wont let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try 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 shits about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits—fuck you, Debbie!
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 feeling like prisoners helpless
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, Bitch!
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And its a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass—you asked for me?
Well, Im back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then Im gonna
Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the Winter
Im interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing, Attention please
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Heres my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
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 tisk-it a task-it, Ill go tit for tat with
Anybody whos talking 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 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me
You dont know me, youre too old, let go
Its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
Ill be there with a whole list full of new insults
Ive 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 Im disgusting
But its just me, Im just obscene
Though Im 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
Theres a concept that works
20,000,000 other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
Itd 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!1Embed |
I Kissed a Boy Lyrics
Another motherfucking exclusive!
I kissed a boy
And I liked it
The taste of his hairy fat dick
Shade 45
I kissed a boy
And I liked it
The taste of his hairy fat dick
Peace!
I am the man
But Im not the one with the can in his hand
Im down with a different kind of street band
And I appear from place to place as the Music Man aka Masta AceEmbed |
Criminal Lyrics
A lotta people ask me stupid fucking questions
A lotta people think that what I say on 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
Im actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well shit, if you believe that, then Ill kill you
You know why? Cause Im a criminal
Youre goddamn right
Yeah, Im a criminal
Im a criminal
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
Thatll stab you in the head, whether youre a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? the answers yes
Homophobic? Nah, youre just heterophobic
Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging
Thats my motherfuckin balls, youd better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, youll never get hold of em!
Hey, its me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checking the mail, get it? Checking the male?
How many records you expecting 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!
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 wifes sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You cant reach me, my mom cant neither
You cant teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you aint able to stop these thoughts
You cant stop me from toppin these charts
And you cant stop me from droppin each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin retards
And to think, its just little old me
Mr. Dont Give a Fuck still wont leave
Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think its a crime to tell em whats on my mind
I guess Im a criminal! But I dont got to say a word
I just flip em the bird and keep going, I dont take shit from no one
Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think its a crime to tell em whats on my mind
I guess Im a criminal! But I dont got to say a word
I just flip em the bird and keep going, I dont 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-Embed |
Hoodrats Lyrics
I know that aint my homie over there
Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker
Well
Obie!
Is somebody calling you?
Nah, nah
Obie!
All Im sayin is I dont even know the situation
One ball!
You know her?
No, uh uh, I dont know that bitch
Obie, dont act like you cant see me!
Well, shes calling your name
Turn around and look at me!
Oh shit, Candice, this is Sheneneh
Who is this bitch?
What the fuck! Security! Security!
Let me go!
Come on, maam
Tanisha, get my purse!
Get her outta here!
Get my purse!
Get her the fuck outta here!
Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch
Get that bitch outta here, man
Obie! Obie! You know Im having your babies
They twins, one look just like you, let me go!
And one of them look like your brother, ok, let me go!
My hoodrats fatal, they not stable
I could be at a dinner table
With Union, Gabrielle, fine as hell, pierce in the naval
Look at my rat like she act brand new
Hey boo, how are you?
Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room
You see me with Pocahontas
I aint tryin to be honorary but honestly I aint tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in college
Youd rather define how your knowledge in chronic
Im tryin step my game up a notch, bitch
Your aim to cock block on my plot, bitch
She hot and youre not, so stop bitch
Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit
How could you be here? Why dont you leave here
I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Youre playin me cheap here
Tonight I dont drink beer
I got a bottle, so its time for you to go
Yous the freak here, you dont know me here
Shes a model, you my late night ho
They chase me , when they see me in the club
With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then, they wanna brag and say already had em
He aint shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers
Plus 50 Cents like ten times badder
D12 shouldnt have had him on they album
Thats what I get just for stabbin them hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Yall knew O before for new hoes, but since its a new ho
Just act like you never knew O, boo
We still crew, we just the same
Just not tonight, you dont know my name
How could you be here? Why dont you leave here
I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Youre playin me cheap here
Tonight I dont drink beer
I got a bottle, so its time for you to go
Yous the freak here, you dont know me here
Shes a model, you my late night ho
Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chillin with a chick, who a ten
Let her know the situation at hand
And tell the bitch go play with her friends
This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful
My advice keep your mouth on muffle
Feistiness give em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle
This is for the rats, go on with that
Quit actin like you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you aint ownin on shit
Aint no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood aint triple teamed her
How could you be here? Why dont you leave here
I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Youre playin me cheap here
Tonight I dont drink beer
I got a bottle, so its time for you to go
Yous the freak here, you dont know me here
Shes a model, you my late night ho
Thats right, ha, you see me at the club
With a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker
Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys
Haha, you dont know me
Dont say shit, you know who Im talking to
All my hoodrat bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, all yall
Im straight, Obie TriceEmbed |
Cock Massage Lyrics
Groaning
Dial tone
Oh, answer the phone you fucking slut transvestite
With a cock, youre a man, arent you?
Youre a fucking man
Oh, hey
Um, is this, uh, Im looking for a sensual, I dont know
Body rub, or something
Listen, what type of body rubs, like
Im looking for like, um, I dont know, like
A cock massage... You know what I mean?
Like something like, Im kind of, like
I dont know, Im sure you do this everyday
Um... Im just- I dont know, Im looking for something like
My wife, my wi- Im married, um
My wife does not satisfy me the way that you could2Embed |
Break Them Wallz Lyrics
Nine Lives, Jeffree Star
Ive been stuck inside my head too long
Its time to get out and break them walls
I can almost hear them angels call
If Gods on my side, I wont fall
Its Jeffree, bitch, Im hiding razor blades in my clit
I used to have a big dick, now Im tighter than shit
I just sucked your dad off, thats how I paid for these tits
Suffocated him quick so I could play with his kids
Teddy bears and pigtails, Blow Pops and blood trails
The trannys in your house, chainsaw and pink nails
Hot pants and high heels, the Dahmer shemale
With Deuce and Truth, its fucking unreal
We keep the body parts for our next meal
Si señorita, we gon rape you in the rear
Now my makeups getting smeared, ooh, my hands are on the mirror
I fucked the whole Warped Tour, made all them bitches queer
Ive been stuck inside my head too long
Its time to get out and break them walls
I can almost hear them angels call
If Gods on my side, I wont fall
Its fucking crazy how easy it is for me to just make all them hits
It dont even take any wit and thats why Im dangerous
Dont think that we aint got them guns on our hips
My guns are stronger than his, shits like a bomb when it hits
Im the new Obama, its sick, the way I rhyme every syllable
Its like Im invincible, my pencils my witness too
Yeah, Im the Incredible Deuce, you know its inevitable
Shits about to get federal, blow the White House and president up
Bitch, shows how much I give a fuck, you know I got more than enough
Skills, when your daughters are rocking vibrators, cock up
In they vaginas and think that Im up inside em
But really Im just here writing with Jeffree and Truth beside us
And 99 percent of the time I got my mind set
On them millions and diamonds and with that comes some violence
Ever since me and Jimmy I. met, Ive been climbing, buck wiling
Thats how you know he signed me
Ive been stuck inside my head too long
Its time to get out and break them walls
I can almost hear them angels call
If Gods on my side, I wont fall
Its drama after drama, I pop to kill
Motherfuckers know that I keep it real
Im not a patient, but Im mad ill
Dont play with me, son, you might get killed
Same city, same whip, Im back in this thing, bitch
Not 50, not Em, were dropping the same hits
Damn kid, you know Im on it like Hendrix
I damage everybody thats average
They talk about me all the time, but I dont really give a fuck
Under pressure all the time, Im in the hood, pistol tucked
Im The Truth, I state the facts, fuck a snitch, I murder rats
My state of mind is hustle grind, make some moves and watch me shine
Pistols laying on my lap
Angels got my fucking back
This is hell, bitch, all red like velvet
Nine Lives, kid, let me see you rep this
Ive been stuck inside my head too long
Its time to get out and break them walls
I can almost hear them angels call
If Gods on my side, I wont fall
Coming in from outer space
Do you read me? Do you read me?
Deuce here, come in, come in
Mayday, mayday
Deuce, can you hear me?
Man down, man down2Embed |
Liquor Store Church Freestyle Lyrics
East Side, East Side, East Side, East Siders
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church
Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church
Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church
Hold up, hold up
They aint even know, this is that simultaneous flow
We finna bang, you niggas are lame in the game
Everything changed the minute we came in the door
We comin in gunnin in front of your son and your woman
Like cummin into some money, we came in the dough
He go, then I go then I go
Nut in your dear mama, I came in the doe
The deadliest villain is ready and willin to sever your melon
Thats how I really get ahead of you niggas
In my head I developed a lyrical weaponry nigga
And he said I just bred a pre-mental telepathy nigga
After he read what he said in his head and he fed it to me
And I fed it to you using these syllables, credit these niggas
Im deading these niggas, I telekinetically pick up a pencil
When I scribble the pencil, put lead in these niggas
Theres plenty of niggas who clamin they real but fictitious
Lookin for a killer in these streets, Im IT bitches
Youre over four, like the fifth digit, I sixth sense it
Might be dippin in something that hit switches
Pullin up, Im Pac, when I get around, clips hit em up, them choppers choppin em down
And then Imma back out like a hospital gown
And yall get the picture like the top of a mound
Put a op on the ground when I blast that uzi
Picture a sick motherfucker, hashtag looney
After my gunfire, open my armrest, thats where my firearm rests, Imma stash that tooley
Put a price on your head, I see dollar signs next to your name like a nigga send his Cash App to me
And then I finna take every motherfucker out like the edited version of a Sam Jack movie
Your handbag Louis hand that to me and that Gucci
We dont wanna be a hashtag, do we?
Ill happily kidnap your Papi and thatll be bag dad
Then Ill have a cat tattoo me
A tattoo tear on my cheek, call it murder ink, if I heard em blink then Imma clap that rudey
Its crucial, nigga, the shoesll get the Bobby Seale of approval cause our black match Huey
Truly Kenny is snow cold, really they dont know, twenty below froze, gimme some more dro
Then Imma blow smoke into the ozone, get in my zone on
Many idiots really finna get domes blown
Bet well cause your squad division, theres no one in our division They hopin to block the vision
My flow is apocalyptic, its over, your clock is tickin, Im colder than Cryogenics but roastin the competition
No one stop the mission, this is lyrical supremacy
Lyrical divinity an instrumental killing spree
Consider me the epitome of sinister villainy
There really aint no way you getting rid of me
Theres a heavy possibility that everyone in the vicinity might catch a bullet where your liver be
That mean your bullets from the nine millimetre riddled the middle of a man who didnt do diddly, simply because he witnessed me
Niggas from here to Italy finna see Im an oddity
Im sonically, and chronically, some kind of commodity
When you try to describe the kinda anomaly
Imma be when I rhymin it gotta be out of body astronomy
Then Im bombin atomically, Im a rhymer thats scholarly
Cause a lot of lobotomies and bodily harm
What kinda metal we use when a soldiers armed?
Wakanda metal we use, Winter Soldiers arm
We teaching you how to rap you people are outta whack we swinging the battle axe
You weak as a battle rapper that actually has to rap on a beat
We like Vorhees without a mask
These rappers are scared of the features
They dont wanna be embarrassed by teachers
Cause they know if they on a record with me
Then theyre either in hell or inhalin the ether
East Side, East Side, East Side, East Siders1Embed |
Violent Lyrics
loads gun
There he go, right there
Psh, I got this
Whats up, Obie?
gunshots start
Oh shit
Uh, uh, uh nigga
Yeah, nigga
car pulls away
Shit
gets in a car
Get these niggas
starts the car
You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you
Thisll be the day that ya dyin
Nigga Im violent
Ya hearing the sirens
Once that ass silence for fucking with me
Nigga Im violent
Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga Im violent
Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove
Glove match the Mac that send niggas above
All black when his faggot ass acts up
When the boys interrupted, haters cant wait to duck
Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face
They peep O. in the place then they get a bad taste
In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip
Commence to spit, Im too grown for this
But they tend to take you back to when youre known for riff raff
Thatll be his ass, fucking with this cat
You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you
Thisll be the day that ya dyin
Nigga Im violent
Ya hearing the sirens
Once that ass silence for fucking with me
Nigga Im violent
Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga Im violent
They say O. calm ya nerve, but some niggas need to be served
Cause its purpose is unheard of
Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death
Guess he feels it aint nothin left
Thats when the weapon is taking its last breath
If he think for a second he takin me outta my flesh
Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest
Natural cause is the only way they say he left
Not from no hater, I got too many guns
So, when it come to that shit, Im off one, nigga
You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you
Thisll be the day that ya dyin
Nigga Im violent
Ya hearing the sirens
Once that ass silence for fucking with me
Nigga Im violent
Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga Im violent
Incapacitating O., no, Im so
Observational, I recognize you hoes
Nocturnal motherfuckers knocking ya mans
Cause Im sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands
Plus every chance I get, Obie advance
From spitting to getting riches, Im so enhanced
On bitch ass niggas trying to slow my plans
Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans
Listen, Im taking kites in the pen
A nigga ever offend again, and thats on my kid
You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you
Thisll be the day that ya dyin
Nigga Im violent
Ya hearing the sirens
Once that ass silence for fucking with me
Nigga Im violent
Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga Im violent1Embed |
If I Had Lyrics
Life, by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think youve gotten past it
Its gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies with secret identities
In disguises to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil
Moneyll make them same friends come back around
Swearin that they was always down
What is life? Im tired of life
Im tired of backstabbin- snakes with friendly grins
Im tired of committin so many sins
Tired of always givin in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never havin any ends
Tired of havin skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins
Im tired of this DJ playin your when he spins
Tired of not havin a deal
Tired of havin to deal with the bull without grabbin the steel
Tired of drownin in my sorrow
Tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
Im tired of mother and dartin off
Im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50
An hour, then this boss wonders why Im smartin off
Tired of bein fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk, breathin down my neck, drivin me berserk
Im tired of usin plastic silverware
Tired of workin at Builders Square, tired of not bein a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand
Id make the world suck my without a condom on while Im on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough for the whole world to kiss
Im tired of bein white trash, broke, and always poor
Tired of takin pop bottles back to the party store
Tired of not havin a phone
Tired of not havin a home to have one in if I did have one on
Tired of not drivin a BM
Tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him
Tired of not sleepin without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performin in a packed coliseum
Tired of not bein on tour
Tired of the same blonde after work in the back of a Contour
Im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones
Havin a lack of funds and resortin back to
Tired of bein stared at
Tired of wearin the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of steppin in clubs, wearin the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people sayin theyre tired of hearin me rap about
Tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me
Sayin they wasnt feelin me on Nobodys As Ill As Me
And Im tired of radio stations tellin fibs
Tired of JLB sayin, Where hip-hop lives
But if I had a million dollars
Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand
Id make the world suck my without a condom on while Im on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough for the whole world to kiss
You know what Im sayin?
Im tired of all of this bull
Tellin me to be positive, how am I posed to be positive
When I dont see positive? You know what Im sayin?
I rap about around me, I see
You know what Im sayin? Right now, Im tired of everything
Tired of all this player-hatin thats goin on in my own city
Cant get no airplay, you know what Im sayin?
But hey, its cool though
you know what Im sayin? Im just fed up
Thats my word (I could set my troubles free
If I had a million dollars)1Embed |
Lord Have Mercy Lyrics
Dear lord
Hope you can look, deep into my heart
And know that I mean good, can you forgive me for all my sins
Gs up
Its a g thang
You motherfuckers know me man
Gs up
Its a g thang
B.M.E
Lord have mercy on me
Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g
If there is please save a spot for me
I dont wanna burn
I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me
Ridin around with my strap on me
Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dont wanna burn
No, no
Dear lord, this a letter to you
A young nigga hurt and I dont know what to do
I try to live life right but these cowards hatin
Its like everywere I go I run into satan
Im on this earth, with my blessing and my curse
Just thinking that how we live
The ridin hurts
Even though you know me
Ever since I was birth
Im innocent till you judge me and that comes first
And I aint trying to burn lord cause thats the worst
Forgive me for backsliding on the rock for the thirst
I knew it was wrong got to snatching the purse
But it was cold outside I couldnt afford a shirt
Yeah I wanna go to church
But I cant be faithful
Im always doing shows but you know that Im grateful
I turn weak for the fruit cause it be tasteful
I dunno how in the world I can ever repay you
Lord have mercy on me
Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g
If there is please save a spot for me
I dont wanna burn
I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me
Ridin around with my strap on me
Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dont wanna burn
No, no
Hey Chris can you sit your little ass down my nigga
Dammm, I cant even write to god, shit
Dear lord I thank you for looking out for my fam
Helping my little brother who dont give a damn
You see my little sister done got pregnant
And my moma acting crazy it aint changin
And I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cause if he aint around theres nobody teachin
And please keep my baby mama from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but its always friction
I wanna thank you for blessing me with my little girl
But please give me the power to fight the whole world
Cause I swear on you if they touch my kid
Ima be sittin down writing to you again
Lord have mercy on me
Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g
If there is please save a spot for me
I dont wanna burn
I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me
Ridin around with my strap on me
Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dont wanna burn
No, noEmbed |
We Can’t Stop/Achy Breaky Heart LyricsEminems Lose Yourself sample playing
Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere
Hands in the air like we don’t care
Cause we came to have so much fun now
Got somebody here, might get some now
If you’re not ready to go home
Can I get a hell no?
Cause we gonna go all night
Till we see the sunlight, alright
So la da di da di
We like to party
Dancing with molly
And doing whatever we want
This is our house
These are our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night?
Can’t you see it we who bout that life?
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, things don’t run we
Don’t take nothing from nobody, yeah yeah
To my homegirls here with the big butts
Shaking it like we at a strip club
Remember, only Dad can judge us
Forget the haters cause somebody loves ya
And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get a line in the bathroom
We all so turnt up here
Getting turnt up, yeah, yeah
So la da da di, we like to party
Dancing with molly
And doing whatever we want
This is our house
These are our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night?
Can’t you see it we who bout that life?
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, things don’t run we
Don’t take nothing from nobody
Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart
I just dont think hell understand
Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart
I just dont think hell understand, oh oh oh
Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart
I just dont think hell understand, oh oh oh
Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart
I just dont think hell understand
And she cant stop
And she wont stop
Cant you see its she who owns the night?
Cant you see its she whos bout that life?
And she cant stop
And she wont stop
She runs things, things dont run she
Dont take nothing from nobody, yeah yeah4Embed |
Constantly Armed Lyrics
In my mind Ima fighter, my hearts a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache Im sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, its gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and its not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not felling
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like Beyonces pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money Im of running
So get off of me, Im not slowing or softening
They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed
The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed
My firepower keep me warm Im Constantly armed
And fuck the world til Im gone, Constantly armed
They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed
The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed
My firepower keep me warm Im Constantly armed
And fuck the world til Im gone Bitches be warned
I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me
Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin to kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
Im tryin to be strong, my firepower keep me warm
Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone, Bitches be warned
Word is bonb, youll get torn
Im bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
And then its on, before I leave picture me
Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This Thug Life nigga, we dont cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo do, with fo
2Embed |
Role Model Lyrics
Im cancerous, so when I diss, you wouldnt want to answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
A hellspawn droppin a stealth bomb
Six mics in The Source, they borrowed one from LLs arm
You beef with me, Im a even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally
I get too funny off of twenty Nō-Dōz
Hop on a snowboard and hit a tree harder than Sonny Bono
So if I said I never get buzzed
That would mean I lie and get butt more than the president does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I took her freakin tonsils out and fed her sherbet
My nerves hurt and lately Im on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads
Every girl I ever went out wit has gone les
Follow me and do exactly what the song says
Talk back, fake sick, get out of school, steal from people
And dont think before you do somethin thats illegal
Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white? I dont even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Fry from an overload and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger wont go down, how do I wave?
And this is how Im posed to teach kids how to behave?
Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Dont you want to grow up to be just like me?
I slap women and eat shrooms, then O.D
Now dont you want to grow up to be just like me?
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold
Jumped behind the door, put the session on hold
Did em both and smeared blood on a white Bronco
My mind wont work if my spine dont jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt
Im not a player, just a ill rhyme-sayer
Thatll spray a Aerosol can up at the ozone layer
My rap styles warped, Im runnin out the morgue
With your dead grandmothers corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn
Im about as normal as Norman Bates with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother, are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone please explain to my brain
That I just severed a main vein
With a chainsaw and Im in pain?
I take a breather and sigh, either Im fried or Im nuts
Cause if you aint tiltin this room, neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo hit, its over with
I bought Cages tape, opened it and dubbed over it
I came to the club drunk with a fake I.D
Dont you want to grow up to be just like me?
Ive been with ten women who got HIV
Now dont you want to grow up to be just like me?
Ive got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Dont you want to grow up to be just like me?
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably want to grow up to be just like meEmbed |
C’mon Everybody Lyrics
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
My favorite color is red, like the blood shed
From Kurt Cobains head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin at my shish kabob
Bought Lauryn Hills tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was ill and now Im even more so
Shit, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe
Im in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show
I just remembered that Im absent-minded
No, I mean Ive lost my mind, I cant find it
Im freestylin every verse that I spit
‘Cause I dont even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a bitch herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my EP on your Christmas gift list
You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this!
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
I tried suicide once and Ill try it again
Thats why I write songs where I die at the end
‘Cause I dont give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was wavin it at everybody, screamin I suck!
I go on stage in front of a sell-out crowd
And yell out loud: All yall get the hell out now!
Fuck rap, Im givin it up, yall, Im sorry
But Eminem, this is your record release party!
Im bored out of my gourd, so I took a hammer
And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford
Guess Im just a sick, sick bastard
Whos one sandwich short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for this shit
Ill probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cause they think that Im a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told em I was Mike D
They was like, Gee, I dont know, he might be!
I told em, Meet me at the Rockfest concert
Ill be standin by the Loch Ness Monster
Peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out
Til I started bustin freestyles, broke out
Then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
I want to make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that Im jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody Embed |
Like Dat Lyrics
AYE CHECK IT OUT
THIS YA BOY STAT QUO REPRESENTIN
THA A-TOWN..
THIS MY NEW JOINT LIKE DAT
BANG THIS..TURN THIS UP..
YA UNDASTAND ME..YEAAH!
I love when you do it like that girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just dont know how to act girl
Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl
Its like this and like that and like this an ah
Hit a spot then leave you wit ya bitch an ah
White tee, two Glocks, no bandanna
This aint what you used to its Statlanta
I so ran low, slide down the strip slow
Everywhere ya folk go they yellin out Stat Quo
Right up the strip that the street niggas fiend for
The a bambino, GMN nino never been faded
You hate it I made it the hoods the ladies
Your rims I dated so get some new ones
My dues I payed it Im rated number one bitch
All throughout the world girls lovin my shit
Baby slow down I know you lovin that dick
But Stats a bachelor cant be with one chick
Yeah you gettin bread but you aint stackin like this
I go to the bank they know me by my first name biatch
I love when you do it like that girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just dont know how to act girl
Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl
Yeah Break it down gon now do it now break it down
Gon now do it now break-it-down gon now break-it-down
Gon now
You bout to bare witness to the sickest mufucka there is
Lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how I live
Fuck a mill, time is rough I needs a billion
Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin
I spit for the had not crooks and chillins
Wont quit till my cash flows through the ceilin
Your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin
Money on my mind I got no time for chillin
I be at where the gees at big bread lotta head
Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
Blast ya off the map but it bam bam
Im born is on three lil homeboy be to mean
On this shit and yall agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me
While you waitin out front we gettin in for free
I love when you do it like that girl
You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just dont know how to act girl
Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl
Yeah ..Break it down gon now do it now.. break it down
Gon now do it now break-it-down gon now break-it-down
Gon now1Embed |
Without My Glock Lyrics
I guess Im supposed to be scared
Cause you got toast up in here
Well nigga lets get one thing clear
I dont leave the block without my Glock
Is it because Im standin with your bitch?
Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Dont think youre leavin here with this
I dont leave the block without my Glock
Im on another level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed
Strapped under this
Raps hungriest, top soloist, hopped over this
Cheap imitations try, couldnt find an ice pop colder bitch
Wires get tap, your rep cant control the snitch
Which, means Im in the BINGE if I throw em bricks
I dump karats in the RING overflow the wrists
Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss
Look, money aint a THING thought I told them this
Your boy big as Yao MING Im a soldier miss
Only problem in hip hop is waitin
Known when that butter, I make the strip pop like bacon
Hatin, so look sloppy so I stop get the Rollie fitted
Got a fan base in the towns that think Kobe did it
Them dick riders on the block and they starvin
Give me a year Ill be rockin the Garden
Theyll still be in the bricks
Same bitch, same sloppy apartment
Bubble gum on the top of your carpet, food stains in your clothes
They cant catch him
Dudes changin his flows more than his hoes
Just got a Range and a Rolls
And these hoes didnt always love me
I was pissin them off
Cause you got to fuck banks before you get to the boss
Now Ive moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross
To see me blow, is like vice grips on your balls
I guess Im supposed to be scared
Cause you got toast up in here
Well nigga lets get one thing clear
I dont leave the block without my Glock
Is it because Im standin with your bitch?
Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Dont think youre leavin here with this
I dont leave the block without my Glock
I was destined to swim backwards in cash
Since the day I was smacked in the ass
Give me that blue kush in the booth and Ill be back in a flash
First week Ill be platinum and half
Going hard in the yard
Still hungry like Im back in the draft
Same shitty attitude Cadillac in the stash
Its the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclined
And Im easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes
Nowadays niggas tell, your own boss set you up
Like Avon and Stringer Bell
Im from the ghetto like Akon so bring a L
Youre worthless, like a weddin ring in a cell
Hell all day Im blowin dope
See the aroma on my coat?
Its stronger then second hand smoke
When I toke, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter
For every mother and daughter that died in that water
For that little girl playin outside when they caught her
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps
Cause every bar hit ya, hard as a Muhammad Ali punch
My bitch got an ass about as wide as a tree trunk
She hit once, I think about her for 3 months
Dont you know my nigga L pop off wigs?
Leave em in the grass and say hi to their kids
I guess Im supposed to be scared
Cause you got toast up in here
Well nigga lets get one thing clear
I dont leave the block without my Glock
Is it because Im standin with your bitch?
Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Dont think youre leavin here with this
I dont leave the block without my Glock
Yeah!
Your boy Banks nigga
Gangrene nigga
You know the team nigga
G-UNITTT!!!
Shady
Its over
Nothin else wins!1Embed |
Radio Freestyle Lyrics
Yo, yo
Aight, aight
Slim Shady
Yo, yo, yo
Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford
But Im more towards droppin an acappella thatll chop a fella
To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin
Developin anorexia while Im standin next to ya
Eatin a full course meal watchin you starve to death
With an IV in your veins feedin you liquid darvocet
Pumpin you full of drugs, pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receivin with the asses ripped out of they pants and given
A less than 20 percent chance of livin
Have a possible placement, its a hospital patient
Storin the dead bodies in grandmas little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, Im still alive!
Drivin a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pullin your Adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arson
To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment
Im a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with
Motherfucker
Slim Shady, bitch
Recognize
For the 99
Im on February 23rd1Embed |
Berzerk Explained LyricsMusic.
I had met Paul, Ems manager, a few years ago and we always talked about the possibility of getting together to work on something at some point down the road. We just worked out it was meant to be at this time. I think its unlike any current hip hop songs. If you listen to whats going on in hip hop, this is not what this is. Em wanted to do something kind of throwback to some of the early records that we were making in the old days. And it more reflects that energy of the early days of hip hop.
We were in the studio working on a bunch of different ideas and this was one of the later ones to come up. It started with a sample and the sample that we started with ended up not being in the record. The song sort of evolves. It started one way, it kind of got programmed and written to and then it changed into a whole different song.
And I felt the track was really strong and didnt really know what direction Em was gonna go in vocally. And then when I heard the vocals, that was pretty, exciting because it was not at all what I was expecting. And just the energy in it and the lyrics and the style of it. Its so well done and so smart and so funny. Its just great. In this song, we ended up using a wired guitar and hook and everything else pretty much is programmed.
It reminds me of old hip hop videos and I think its really entertaining and I look forward to see it all put together and done. But in the shooting stages, the pieces Ive seen look really entertaining.4Embed |
Take 87 & A Half Lyrics
Mc Double M and DJ Butter Fingers, Take 87 & A Half
Man, wheres my papers?
New Jacks, meaning new dont mean jack
Not concerned about a sucka, and senseless crap
No time to waste time, in this profession
Too busy advancing, moving forward, progressin
Agility, ability, got to stay nimble
My rhymes are not basic, as basics too simple
Making corrections to fit perfection
Breaking rhymes and lines into different sections
New style intact, in fact rhymes are jam-packed
Back to back, lines are being stacked
Every show that I go, suckas look at me mean
Im kicking ass fast, and Im splittin the scene
Provin Im not joking, fingers keep smokin
Talk shit to me and your jaw gets broken
Step away from me man, dont try to play the role
Of a hero, cause that shits gettin old
Wanna battle me, thatll be an ignorant choice
Cause Ill pick up the mic, and take you out with my voice
If you act like a punk, then youre bound to get hurt
Cause Ima grab you by your shirt and knock your dick in the dirt
Jumpin on the bandwagon, you missed your ride
But dont you know you just committed suicide?
Ill mess you up like a champ, but we not in the ring
We on the stage so its a whole different thing
If youre bigger than me and youre twice my size
Then its time for my .9 to be recognized
Consider yourself dead if my face turns red
Cause Imma fill your ass with twenty pounds of lead
Im not lookin for trouble but if it comes my way
Thatll be the funnest part of my day
You aint never gonna make it cause youre just too soft
Youre fadin like jeans after every wash
Youre seekin a beat that could move your feet
And at the same time rhymes of the street
Well shit, this is it, though it may be slow
Know its got a lotta crack, its a sellout show
Standing room only, no place to sit
But you wont want to once the punchlines kick
They call me a klepto cause I stole the show
You said I wasnt no good, but youre in the front row
Difference between us is Im first and youre last
So take your wack rhymes stick em up your ass
Yall wanna bite? Ill give you something to chew
Ill stick my dick down your throat, and Imma say Fuck you!
You wanna battle me? Man, you best forget it
Keep running your mouth, Imma put my fist in it
Ill make you eat those words you just spoke
Shove em down your throat until you fuckin choke
And when youre gagging, and gasping for breath
Imma hit you with a right and follow up with a left
Heres another example, or better yet a sample
Of the way I fight, my style is ample
Riding down the block on my way to school
Saw a sucker motherfucker thinking he was cool
Sucker flipped me off, I said Stop the car!
Manix said Show em how bad you are
Jumped outta the ride, like a bat outta hell
The boy was terrified, I could just tell
He kinda figured that death was near
So he started swinging because of fear
Sucka kept swinging while I just ducked
Came up with a right and the boy was fucked
He fell straight to the ground, he was probably dead
But I aint stick around to see how bad the boy bled2Embed |
No Way Out Lyrics
Ha ha
Im back, bastards!
When the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots!
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you cant convince me the Lord dont love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why cant it just be Im blessed
Im a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream
Best deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam
I zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny, shes more than a girl
Dont much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so Ima use it
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it, know youll be okay
A old G told me Gods favorites have a hard time
You out the hood, thats good now stay on the grind
Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being
So they start smoking weed, well never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly, some bodies elses child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So Im told, but I havent seen the change unfold
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise
My ghetto queen, rise
Dont be afraid to try
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
My friends cant understand this new me
Thats understandable, man, but think how bananas youd be
Youd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
And everybodys looking at you, what you want me to do?
Im starting to live like a recluse and the truth is
Fames starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low
I sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD
Of the first tour, the last tour he was still alive
And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright
And if Im still awake in the middle of the night
Ill just take a couple more, yeah youre motherfucking right
I aint slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole em out
Daddy, dont you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground
Fuck, dont I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down
Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for meEmbed |
Freestyle #2 Lyrics
Im with you, Im with you
Aight, yo-yo
Beat em in the head
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
Ima sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e
Im more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me
Cause Ima still be The Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as Im on pills and I got plenty of pot
Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just еnd up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?
Evеrybodys pissin me off, even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No shit, Im a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?
Aight, yo
Who the fuck are ready to go?1Embed |
When We Ride On Our Enemies Lyrics
Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I aint prejudiced, I dont give a fuck
This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies
BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies
HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggas on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, hes a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggas?
Used to love niggas now I plug niggas, and slug niggas
Am I wrong? Niggas makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride til the sun come
Shinin back to brighten up the sky, HOW many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!
I cut yo face, this aint no motherfuckin movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo, time to exterminate my foes
I cant stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE - on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it
Shit, basically theyre just playing sick
They aint shit, they aint saying shit, spray em 50
A to the K, get in the way Ill bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?
Dont let me lose you, Im not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know whats coming, you motherfuckers dont even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
Theres nothing spookier
You now about to witness the power
When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
Come take a journey through my minds eye
You crossed the game, dont explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo eyes
You was HEARTLESS on yo hits
Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention
Heres a word to those that robbed me
I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Dont fuck with me
Nigga youre barely livin, dont you got sickle cell?
See me have a seizure on stage, you aint feelin well, hell
How many niggas wanna be involved?
See I was only talkin to Biggie, but Ill kill allayall, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD
Know I meant, every mother fuckin word!
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies, hehe
I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies1Embed |
Wake Up Lyrics
They say he was a monster from birth, so
Fuck it, Ill just a lean warn-os them hoes
I suppose O took on the street life
Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise
Wasnt the school type, I was too cool
My agenda wasnt general education, nigga
Generalizing Obies expectations
It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos
Bad news my nigga, pass the brew
Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you
So rapidly homies become causualties
We was just playing Madden
Now a nigga sad for his family, thats how it happens
Dudes get blasted, another casket
Another child becomes a fatherless bastard
Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet
Its so tragic, and Obie cant get past it
And you wonder why a niggall flash it
Just to show these demons that I aint having it
Put em beneath the grass in a flash
Homie Im from the craft
And to make it where Im at, thats called Soldierism
Real niggas notice em, they wanna flow with em
Wanna do major shows with em
Get the fuck out the ghetto with em
Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, dont fret
This is the set we live in
But I aint crying or whining about my environment
Even though black folk is dying constant
Niggasll shoot you unconscious
With no conscience, until you lose conscience
Conscious, and pompous white folk think Im just rhyming
Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining
Like I just speak violent applying to the business Im in
Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
Moving on up was just The Jeffersons
Rest of us watching the tube got less then them
So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out?
He got the weapon all because his whereabouts
Born and raised, mental slaves
And I dont see change before Im seeing the grave
All I see is my homies corpse decay
Crying at his wake, cant recognize his face
Face it, you not identifying with me
My identity distorts ya visibility
So you cant see me, peep what hes achieving
You recieve information from TV
Im in the hood, I live it you read about it
Rest in peace Peezy
Please believe Obie eyesve seen The Wire
Prior to what you seeing on the screen
I done been in and out of the bing
Lost niggas to unfortunate things
Thats why, praise the Lord Im still on the scene
Praise the Creator who made human beings
Just for creating a nigga like me
A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah
I try to reach out but you wont
My brothers and sisters, we got to
Fore you stuck in the system, and then you
Reality hits you, before you can
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Go To Sleep LyricsI aint gonna eat, I aint gonna sleep
Aint gonna breathe, til I see what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt
Permanently, you just bein hurt, this aint gonna work
For me, it just wouldnt be, sufficient enough
Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I dont ever see, either of us
Comin to terms, where we can agree
There aint gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
Youre gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and youre gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that youve never seen
And youre gonna see, this gangster pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely
I dont need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, Im seein you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When Im this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, thats what I thought, youre pitiful
Im rid of you, all of you, Ja, youll get it too!
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch!
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch!
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!
We got you niggas, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, youse not MCs, youse worthless
Youse not them Gs, youse a circus, youse no appeal, please
Youse curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
Youse purpin, youse no threat, whos ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trices birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
Youse not the streets, youse the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before twos choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, thats the debt
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch!
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch!
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!
Hey dog, Ima walk like a beast, talk like the streets
Ima stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain aint sleet
Peep how Im moving, peep where Im going
Shit dont seep, then sleep not knowin
But Ima keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, its dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz its all good, its all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldnt holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, whyd you have to do them niggas like that?
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch!
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch!
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!
All you motherfuckers, take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
Were killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, lets go, hahaEmbed |
King Mathers Lyrics
Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication
Well have more on this story as it develops
Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting
Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated--
On again/off again relationship with...
This just in, a tour bus involving Eminems bus...
Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, wеve learned that thе rapper Proof has been fatally shot
Shady/Aftermath recording artist...
Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12
D12, back in the news again today...
Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem
He insists hes just taking a break, but doubters believe hes retiring, leaving us all to ask, Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?Embed |
Spread Yo Shit Lyrics
Hah! This is DJ Seven Deuce
Fresh up out your mommas mouth
So when she spits you know how I cum
You know what I mean, haha
We release the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroits in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
Obie Trice baby, check it out...
I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
Im the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottled up in that Gerber glass
For what its worth, I aint told to have
Im just rambling, yall dick handling
Telling my past and you dont know me
Niggas the names Obie, Im bout to expose these motherfuckas
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit round town
I aint really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggas need money and I do too
Thats why I aint fucking with you
I wonder would he pass for a passive
If a massive ass kicks inflicted
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a bitch
All I know is something it gotta give
Niggas I gotta live, its not a prerogative
Dont speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
Its so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, its not hospital
Operating poppin them hot slugs outta your abdominal
Now your momma got a funeral attending
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
All I wanna do is make music and bench man
Get my weight up the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AKs is sprayin
Motherfuckers aint playin!
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit round town
I aint really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggas need money and I do too
Thats why I aint fucking with you
Thats why I dont fuck with you cats
Cause this all wrap with yall
But this is not an act at all
Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
Dont confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches wont cover the bruise
Channel Two anchors wont cover the news
They never give a fuck when its beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggas hate the truth
They rather see me laid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
Thats why I dont fuck with yall
Youll run and get yalls, and that really sucks for yall
Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
Wouldnt that irritate ya boss?!
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit round town
I aint really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggas need money and I do too
Thats why I aint fucking with you
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit round town
I aint really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggas need money and I do too
Thats why I aint fucking with you
Fuckers, Obie Trice1Embed |
Cancerous Lyrics
Im cancerous
So when I diss, you wouldnt wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
Ill strangle you to death, then Ill choke you again
And break your freakin legs til your bones poke through your skin
You beef with me, Ima even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally
I get too blunted off of funny home grown
‘Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono
So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie and get laid
More than the President does
Hilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her freakin tonsils out and fed her sherbet
My nerves hurt, and lately Im on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads
Every girl I ever went out with has gone les
Follow me and do exactly what the song says
Smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people
And drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill
‘Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist
How the hell can I be white? I dont even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger wont go down, how do I wave?
And this is how Im supposed to teach kids how to behave?Embed |
Second Chance LyricsEminem:]
Yeah
Its my life
My own words I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much, youd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know theyre your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites 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, Dads gotta go catch a plane
Daddy wheres Mommy? I cant find Mommy where is she?
I dont know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddys busy
Daddys writing a song, this song aint gonna write itself
Ill give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, whos a spitting image of her
Thats Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shadys crazy
Shady made me, but tonight Shadys rocka-by-baby
You look like youre in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
Things aint always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin ass rappers in this industry
Talkin bout what they got, and they aint got a damn thang
How you own three cars, but you dont own ya own name?
Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up ya own company, trademark the name
Thats gon run ya bout a grand so start savin ya change
Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need
Whatever gets ya juices flowin could be speed or weed
Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years you could be rich like me
But I cant hold my tongue
You look like youre in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch a 10 gs tell a bitch to go shopping
She buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it, but no I dont play sucka
Im all about my cake Im tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points
We ova here hustlin, we ova here grindin
You rap about money and nigga might sign ya
You rap about me and a nigga might find ya
Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya
DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him
You can holla at me for a fee
You look like youre in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my sideEmbed |
Renegade Lyrics
Mufucka say that Im foolish, all I talk about is shooting
But niggas know I was shooting when JoJo was making music
Got 50 clips in the Uzi, wet niggas just like jacuzzi
Just top me, dont want no coochie
Ride foreign, used to drive hoopty
Im ballin just like a Laker
Keep heat like a radiator
Get my Gucci suit tailored while I vacate in Jamaica
And baby not tryna save ya
I pass her like hot potato
My mistress bitch from Barbados
Im a nigga like cable
Power the table
Versace draws on my balls
I used to wear Black Label
Im young, black, and Im able
Im crazy, mentally unstable
Been like this since the womb
Was cussing up in the cradle
Ill smack the lil bitch that made you
And rob the nigga that paid you
Buffy Vampire, slay you
Mortal Kombat, annihilate em
Fuck the world, Im penetrating
Listen to my presentation
The crowd standing ovation
Patiently running out of patience
Drinking lean like Im a patient
Turn you to a doctor patient
A lucrative operation
Molly with the codeine chaser
Number 2 pencil eraser
Yo favorite rapper, I chased him
Have lil folks come and face him
SRTs, we like to race em
Where police, they like to chase us
But they never catch us
Cause we strapped up with Berettas
Free la beretta
Like Biggie, wearing Coogi sweaters
Like Memphis Bleek, Roc-A-Fella
Me and money got together
Now, a nigga can do whatever
Tell a preacher, dont want no lecture
When you cleaning, dont scratch my leather
Black whip with the red interior
Lil boy, Im your superior
Masked up like Rey Mysterio
Hulk Hogan up on a hater
I flex but I still hear em
Now, go to the other side of the ring
Show em you still hearin em
Last niggas went this hard, Jay-Z and Eminem
And all them niggas trying to play hard, they really feminine
Finessed a cluck, he thought it was tar
Was really cinnamon
In Paris, eating crepes with a broad
Pass me the cinnamon
And nigga, only call my phone if its about dividends
And if you wanna hear me roar, come to the lions den
Boy, you know you dont want war, so stop that lying then
Bullets come right through your door
Hot like a frying pan
Niggas know who up on the score
Somebody died again
Now the police all on the block
A homicide again
No handshakes, head nods
Cause you is not my friend
They say I aint got no respect
Then, blame my mama then
Bitch, Im Rico Recklezz
Up the pole and rob my mamas friend
And all I want for Christmas is a .50 and some Timberlands
Recklezz Renegade, never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time a day
Im Recklezz Renegade
Never been afraid to say whats on my mind
Renegade
Im Recklezz Rengade
Never been afraid to say whats on my mind
Renegade
Im Recklezz Rengade1Embed |
Don’t Chew With Your Mouth Full Lyrics
Livin like a truant
with this
voraciously acuity
Soon as soon as
trigger emotion
Try to combine a with a quick
You gotta better
Im stepping up to expand my fist
Quicker than expected
And knock you out while Im doing it
Yo better
You a man or a , you should call yourself
The way you be blowing the mic and throwing your shit at me
Old and crusty, dusty as chalk
I should put your ears in your mouth and make you listen to yourself talk
Have you heard you yet? Obviously not
Otherwise youd realize what a fag you sound like and stop
But dont chew with your mouth full
Dont chew with your mouth full
Cause if you chew with your mouth full
Youll end up biting your toes
9-2-3 dash 3-6-9-4, ding-dong, wrong number
Now what you wanna die for ?
and
sooner or later Ill find you
Track you down, smack you down
So youre melted before you even felt it
Welted from being belted
Tossin curves that are nerve-wrackin
slackin Im throwin pitches switches
Which is trickery, victorys repetitious
Though weaker ones and overeager ones that just get ate up
Though many will often try to duplicate the style I made up
If my weight up it wouldnt matter, youre slow as a paraplegic
Whoops you missed, heres my fist, eat it
But dont chew with your mouth full
Dont chew with your mouth full
Cause if you chew with your mouth full
Youll end up biting your toes
With the mentality of a gerbil
You probably
Your lips are becoming
Im
breaks north
And when it takes off
Question, should I break your face and take your place
and knockin you back
your forehead
Then Ima turn you out! Burn you out!
You face defeat
Beat down , I grab your jugular vein and double the pain
strain, but its useless
Collapsed in a lost fight
So hot you smolder, but call it a frostbite
You take out crews by yourself take out this one
Im a soloist, Chaos is a soloist pick one
Hes about to put more tracks in your soul
And put your crew in a pile and jack em up like a totem pole
I give you a dance and make you change direction or
Have a spot reserved in a handicapped parking section
How the hell can you leave when your train-less?
Your smooth sailing hit a storm and looks likes your failing
Left a band stranded empty handed
Put so much as a toe in my way and get branded
Im standing colossal drag you out like a fossil
With a rap so hot it will cause a snot in your nostril
Take you out take you out with simplicity
Im shocking so bad, Ill make you shit electricity
Try flip me or whip me you fucking fed bon appetite, eat the concrete, dickhead
But dont chew with your mouth full
Dont chew with your mouth full
Cause if you chew with your mouth full
Youll end up biting your toes
Ah, foolish one, do not step to one to whom you cannot step to
When will he ever learn?
I guess never4Embed |
1999 Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics
Tim Westwood, Marley Marl and Slim Shady and MC Proof
Proof on my side, my sidekick
Yall can suck my wide -ick
Said the ick without the D in front of it
None of you rappers want none of it
I’ll put you on punishment like Big Pun
Wanna suck my ick-ick? Heres a big one
Ill do it with the fluid that I’m spillin
Im illin, plus Im chillin, Im not a villain
Forget the controversy surroundin me
And all these fake-ass press people surroundin’ me, houndin’ me
But I dont give a damn ’cause I smoked a pound of weed
Yall dont want none of me
So get from in front of me like Chuck D
All the these bitches wanna walk up and fuck me
Whoops! Did I say that or did I think it?
I dont know but my brain starts shrinkin’
My spine starts shrivelin, givin em adrenaline
When Im killin em and no DNR for Benylin
And this is right off the top
Take a bottle of pop and bit off the top
Tim, I said that last time when I was on your show
But it really doesnt matter cause I kick this slowest flow
With a flow thats slow, really doesnt matter
Said it backwards, but all you fake-ass rappers are actors
And Ima bring it to ya
You got a life and you got a song
But dont know how to sing it, do ya?
No you dont, so Ima kill it
Ima cook a cracked egg in a skillet and eat it
And smoke it and whatever, take my dick and poke it
Blastin off right now!
Aight! Ha-ha-ha
No doubt
No doubt, baby
Proof!
MC Proof, here on the mic raise the roof
Kill em like 180-Proof
D12, D12, D12
Too many white and black people I been gnarly
Rockin with Tim Westwood and Mr. Marley
Its time for us to do yall, who yall?
We break balls like cue balls, while yall switch up like RuPaul
Its true yall dont wanna mess around with us
A lotta people I been with is dangerous
Whys this beat so fast?
I know
Wow, this beats are a little bit too fast for my headache
But I dont give a damn, someone call a paramedic
Cause Im pathetic, I need a little bit of Excedrin to make my damn head spin
Ill do a head spin, a windmill and then chill, and then kill
Whatever, Im clever with these beat that I kick over these techniques
Like technique 12 inches, I get blunted
And any rapper that wants it, dont want it
They kick in front it, right to their face
I give, Ima smackin it and I dont give a damn
Cause I got Proof backin it
Yall dont wanna step to me
You put your life in jeopardy
Yall better choose your mother— weaponry
Ayo Proof, get on the mic
Show these mother— what its like
All you motherf— goin get f— up now
Aw man
No cussin, no potions, slow motion, jack off with no lotion
Im slower than the flow in the ocean
I can cause an explosion, to knock water out of an ocean
When Im coastin, jumpin the rowboat and start flowin in it
I brought the microphone, my -ick Im totin it
Like a Glock that cock
I rock the microphone and rock the spot
And rappers jock a lot, Proof come in whether youre wack or not
Or dope or not
Yo, yo, yo, Ima give you this hot beat
Marley Marl style
Go ahead, Proof
Slim Shady, Marley Marl joint exclusive freestyle
Yo, exclusive
For all our supporters
Roll your tape recorders
This is goin overseas to many different borders
Here it is, Paul Bunyan, he speaks Yiddish
Niggas and Slim Shady run for the English to the British
Time for them to get down, stood up, listen to us
We can rock the microphone and never got to cuss
Us, trust, nuts, of course we dangerous
derange the bus is danger
Well I flip it and I kick and I rip it and I flip
I figgity back the microphone and figgity-figgity-wheepsy
Yo, check it out, yo, my hair aint nappy
But, yo, can this beat please get a little more happy?
I diggity what for biggity what
I biggity bust a savage
I biggity down, flip them down, flip them like a
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on
This beat a little bit too happy for my stinkin self
Nah, this is nice, this is nice
This is some explicit shit that yall cant get with
Get my wrists slit, I aint a nit wit
But Ill smoke weed and pass out like a sampling snippet
Yall dont wanna hear me rip it
Yall dont wanna hear me flip it
I biggity-biggity-biggity-whoopsie
Like Das EFX, you get a broken neck
My textbook, take a next look
Yall dont wanna understand the way that I just come off at the top
And I can always drop everything that I stop
Or everything that I keep goin and keep flowin
Like the Energizer bunny, thats why its funny
When rappers try to step to me and try to step to me
And battle me for money, cause youre a dummy
Cause anything that you could say I could use against you
And I can slice your ass like a chem suit
Let me continue, put the shit on the menu
Rappers dont wanna step to me
Because
Then I continue to bust, never ever trust
Any MC cause I turn em all to friggin dust
Yeah, we turn em to dust
Ayo, Dirty Dozen gon battle with anything
You better off hop in a plane with JFK
Display lyrical styles, we get it dirty
Its Dirty Dozen, D12
No need to write this, cause when we write this
Yall hear Shady, Proof, Bizarre and
Its time to hype this, get it with this
Its Tim Westwood, get on your best foot
Your chest could take a slug from us
Do drug with us, you bug with us? Nah
Dont even try that, you hear this stuff?
Well, next time, the LP buy that
No time to hide that
Ayo, the hi-hat, go buy that
You die flat for talkin that
You get bust up, whos that?
Paul Rosenberg, yo, frozen turds
Get stepped over, its time to get it
Paul Rosenberg
Id like to thank yall for comin by, man
Yall just ripped that
Did you rip my damn microphone?
Paul Rosenberg is a small frozen turd
Why yall just ripped my damn microphone?
Aye, peace London
Ma-Ma-Ma-Marley
Peace
Marley, Tim, I love yall, peace
Thank you very much for havin us1Embed |
Just Don’t Give a Fuck Lyrics
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Im a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
Im buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo style from
You aint gon sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
Im doin acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, Im an alcoholic
I have a disease and they dont know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause Im comin up quick to strip yo cash
Bought a ticket to yo concert just to come and whip yo ass
Bitch, Im comin out swingin so fast itll make yo eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin, just ask DeShaun Holton
Ill slit yo motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks
Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that Im on crack
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Im nicer than Pete, but Im on a search to crush a milkbone
Im everlastin, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
Im ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
Im colder than snow season when its 20 below freezin
Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview
Ill diss yo magazine and still wont get a weak review
Ill make yo freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit outta proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin yo dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an afghan
So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks
Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that Im on crack
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Somebody let me out this limousine
Im a caged demon
On stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
Im convinced Im a fiend
Shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain-dead, I dont need a second opinion
Fuck droppin a jewel, Im flippin a sacred treasure
Ill bite yo motherfuckin style just to make it fresher
I cant take the pressure, Im sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while Im washin dishes
In school, I never said much, too busy havin a head rush
Doin too much rush, had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, thats when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the womens swim team
Dont take me for a joke, Im no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
Im goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home but I dont got the key to get in
So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks
Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that Im on crack
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
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Vaping in the Hood Lyrics
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
Im just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets naythin
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Renll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
9 1 1 emergency
Its my son hes hurtin me
On parole for robbery
Aint no coppin a plеa, aint no stoppin a G
Im in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga Im a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick aint edible
Nigga aint federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
Villain blows up yo spot
Take yo notebook yo bitch and yo Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass thats alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks
Makin niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel dont change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
Did I fall off?, Got you in your room
Rippin every Chronic poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dres credibility
Wondering if its still in me to produce hits;
Yall be killin me
As if I need to make mo I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo suck my dick!
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still dont give a motherfuck
Motherfucker Im Dre - I dont need your respect
I dont need to make another album bitch I dont gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, Im still stayin the same, lil bitch!
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
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All of My Life Lyrics + Nate Dogg
Trell
Say niggas in Detroit dont make beats
Straight out the hood nigga
My nigga Trell, Obie Trice, Shady Records
From hard times
Got this lady on my mind
To good times
Wanna hit it all the time
Shes mine
I was down and locked away
Shes mine
From hard times
You know a nigga wanna touch your body
We can keep in touch have an after party
Know you wanna fuck cause your acting naughty
You see us in the matress probably, ha
Wanna be involved cause the entourage Im endulged in
You say you love my dirty drawers youre all in
Wanna sleep with the star, be baby mom
Eat lobster, see where youre coming from
Cause hey that nigga got dick for days
There aint too many niggas blessing Os ways
I guess I just get better with old age
Cause in my hey, puss made me say May day
Anyway, today Im a different human being
I crush em, make em scream
Its nothing, aint a thing
Fronting like the dick aint off the chain
Slicing niggas tires and things
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At the after party, we can get naughty watchin your body
Get the shit started, coke and bacardi
Get juice and gin, and up off that ready to roll
At the after party, its a private party
What happens at the party stays at the party
Girl go and party, back up that body
Into my body, girl lets go
You know Im somewhere where I can ease my mind be
On some island, dime piece beside me
No paparazzi, eyeing at hiney
But I am right behind she
Wanna bump and grind, crying saying Im all up in her side
Bringin down her menustration cycle
Girl I lay pipe the the right, pipe to the left
Pipe all night, a pipe dream right
O Trice advice your type
If it aint him its a nigga in my clique you like
If the misses insists on the dick tonite
We throw assists like Scott Pip and Mike
You blow a kiss on my tip you just might
Get a whiff off the kid up in your windpipe
Now see that insight, it excites
Cause shes undressing for that sex right?
Take time out my hectic schedule
Just to give you the pleasure your request fo
When I hit your spine thats how you measure O
Tell your girlfriends you aint had it like this before
Now your girlfriends all up in the mits of O
Wanna be mistress, all cause a few extra inches
Blew back your entrance, you lack experience
New jack, my crew ran through that for instance
We can fuck from dusk til dawn
Its no discussion whos nuts your on
Shes such in a rush to cum
Wanna choke on a dong, like its a bong
And what is he doin, he making her moan
Make her wanna leave that mothafucka she got back home
All O knowing is to keep hoes going
Enjoying O Trices groin
Got this lady on my mind
Wanna hit it all the time
I was down and locked away
Thought about it everday
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Eminem, Paul Rosenberg Intro Lyrics
Paul, youre obviously not going to help me with this. I can see that. So...
Nah its cool, dont worry about it
Im Sorry, Im just trying to organize it
Okay, well Im just trying to do some fucking drops that got fucked up that... Sorry
Really?
Yeah
Alright, well, maybe... maybe... uh... you wanna start over? What do you wanna do?
I dont know. Are. You probably havent been listening. I think that this one is okay
Good Morning! Welcome to the Shady Classics Mixtape with DJ Whoo Kid1Embed |
The Slaughter LyricsWho the fuck wanna get it on?
Get shitted on, ten minutes long
Oh fuck!
Get shitted on, ten minutes long
A few minutes featured, then they gone
Fuck rap, Im not dealin with it
I carve kindness on a bullet, and kill you with it
Your moms a slut
What is an emcee?
An emcee, is a soldier
Who never backs down from any challenge
From any cypher
Well this is the title that was given to us
Slaughterhouse - no fake emcees allowedEmbed |
Pray for me Lyrics
DJ Salam Wreck!
This is me, this is you
This is us, this is Proof
This is you, this is me
This is us, this is Proof
I don’t need forgiveness
I don’t need no religion
I ain’t living my life behind bars or sign Prison
Aint no job for me
Damn if God only put some love in my house insteada leavin’ mah heart lonely
Trapped inside poverty
Strapped up so properly
Actin outta hunger
Now I’m wrapped up in robberies
My yearn is to brawl
Got me learnin the law
Came to school
But a fool
I ain’t turning my jaw
Hit me? I’m hitting back
Damn sho I’m getting back
Tough behind the streets
Never eat where you shittin’ at
Life as a diplomat
True family and friends
Sittin back confused, insanity begins
As we travel to the end
And battle not the sick
Being broke, Harry had his Gat up to his skin
Used to live to fight
Now I’m fightin’ to live
Please believe my own needs
Feed mah wife and mah kids
It’s my life
-We do what we gotta do
Can only do me
-That’s all I know how to do
I gotta get away
-To swallow this Malibu
So pray for me
-‘Cos my life aint valuable
It’s my life
-We do what we gotta do
Can only do me
-That’s all I know how to do
I gotta get away
-To swallow this Malibu
Straight from the bottle
-Do, shit, I do what I gotta do1Embed |
Verse 1 Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh, alright, alright
Uh, Slim Shady, yo, yo, yo
Its only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4-door Ford
But Im more toward droppin an acapella
To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showing
Developin anorexia, while Im standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your vein feeding you liquid Darvocet
Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants
And given a less than 20-percent chance of livin
Have a possible placement as a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandmas little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an autopsy on you while you scream Im still alive!
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your Adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
Ive hired a arson to set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
Im a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick so tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart with
Motherfucker! Slim Shady, bitch!
Recognize, for the 99! Album February 23rd!
Dial toneEmbed |
Thank You Lord For My Life LyricsMagic
My Lord, our father
Theres so many things I need to say
And alot of people dont wanna hear it
But ya know what?
Im a say it anyway
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
Im twenty three, I done seen the whole world rot
Every type of crime, loud cheers from the audience
They was jocking my style
Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling my dream
Shit, I remember thinking about back when I was a teen
I know Im blessed, just having this tank around my chest
Cause every city that I been to homeless people facing death
I shed a tear, could never understand thier pain
Cant even shelter thier own families in the pouring rain
What did they do to deserve this life
Was it so horrible to make them serve a homeless night
Shit aint right
Cause we eating, sleeping in good health
What we dont want we throw away, thinking only yourself
People need help, this generation we lost
Crying for what we want, not just crying for what we need
Men have to hunt just to feed
And we complaining bout bullshit
When we should thank him for the smaller things we did get
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
Father I thank you for granting me another day to open my eyes
So I can see my little boy and girl play
Pray for so many worldly things I lust and greed
Got us calling on you mostly when we think that we need something
And we be running to the Bible when we locked up
But when we free we tryin a tear the block up
Negativitys embedded in our brains along with the mental chains
That we wear thanks to the slave masters game
I came to humble myself, cause through your mercy and grace
I got my freedom, my health and my spiritual wealth
My faiths been tested many times, the devils so busy
But you gave me strength to conquer evil, Lord I feel you in me
Please forgive me for the times I havent been right
And God, I thank you for this precious gift, my life
I love you Lord
Lord
Me and Mia
We do this all for you
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
See, Im trying to teach the whole world
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
Cause its you that understands my pain
I hear people complain they fat but you blessed, people hungry
What you dont see those children on TV, starving and bony
You phony, would they complain if they could eat half that you eat
Or maybe sleep some of the places you sleep
I hear people complain they broke but you blessed cause you living
Better start thanking the Lord for the life that you was giving
Not a preacher but Im preaching to the people I can reach
Tell em you say your prayers fore you fall asleep
If you aint saying your prayers then you aint getting no blessings
If you aint getting no blessings, thats why your ass is stressing
Im trying to teach a lesson, if you listen to the words I speak
You can see my Lord is the quickest way to get back on your feet
Parents should be teaching this just as soon as your born
Wouldnt matter its out the Bible or the Holy Ahran
Everything is everything and my God is the beginning
With him, no losers, just winners
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
You see Im trying to teach the whole world
I thank you Lord for my life
Forgive me Lord for complaining so much
I thank you Lord for my life
You can truly understand my pain
I thank you Lord for my life
I mean, just think about it
Everybody in this world are sinners
It never matters to him
Because we all his children, you know what Im saying?
Everybody here is capable
Hes coming back someday yall for us
So you gotta straighten out your life, know what Im saying?
Stop complaining about all the small things
Start waking up in the morning and thanking for things that you have
You know people thats blind
Will give up everything they have just to have sight
People with no fingers
Will give up everything they have just to have a hand
And you get up and you complain about small things
You cant pay a light bill
You cant put gas in your car
But your walking, your breathingEmbed |
Eminem Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics
Its like that
Alright bust it
Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord
Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a two by four board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford
But Im more toward droppin an acapella
To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller
Gotcha locked in a cellar with your skeleton showin
Developin anorexia- while Im standing next to ya
Eatin a four-course meal watching you starve to death
Put a IV in ya vein feeding you liquid Darvaset
Pumpin you full of drugs
Pull the plugs on a gunshot victim full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up by an ambulance and driven to receiving
With they asses ripped out of they pants
And given a less than twenty percent chance of living
Havin a possible placement as a hospital patient
Storin the dead bodies in grandmas lil basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an autopsy
On you while you scream Im still alive!
Drivin a rusty scalpel through the top of ya scalp
Im pullin ya Adams apple out through ya mouth
Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arsonist
To set fire to carpet and burn up your entire apartment
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Pale Moonlight Lyrics
If you want me, baby
All you gotta do is let me know you can have me
All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me
Hold me tight like you gon never let me go
If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow
If you want me, Ima fuck you in the Pale Moonlight
Tonight im gonna fuck you to the morning light
I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right
I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna...
If you want me, baby
All you gotta do is let me know you can have me
All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me
Hold me tight like you gon never let me go
If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow
If you want me, Ima fuck you in the Pale Moonlight
Tonight im gonna fuck you to the morning light
I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right
I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna...
You know I like them nice hips
And them shiny lips
When you blew a kiss
You got me neuterized and
You know just what I wanna hit
I see you at the club every week
Hanging at the bar
You see me up in the VIP hanging with them stars
Hoping out the wip
My own ? riding on them things
Lets cut the small talk out
Come here girl, whats your name?
You know you sexy in that Louis Vuitton
Hair and nails matching your skirt
Looking like Little Kim in that thong
Your tounge ring got me curious
And when I say curious
Im seriously curious
To know just how you use it
We can listen to some slow music
Some shit like this in the background
While we get undressed to it and I aint trying to wife you
Im just trying to strike you
And go back out and find somebody thats just like you
And then you go calling my phone, leaving ill messages
Showing up at any time at my home
Shes like a rockstar and magazines bitches
Way for, way from the video vixens
Everything she wear, it seems so exquisite
And I aint gotta talk how she go down and kiss it
She make her own money so you know how she livin
Ballin and anything I say, yo she get it
In the ? driving, she craving to hit it
Riding, switching speeds up on asphyxia
With them high heels with the straps, make that ass poke out
So when she bend over on the hood you better look out
And I dont like to eat out but if we at the cookout
If the grill is clean then girl you better look out
Its gangsta, everywhere I go I got pimps out
So slide me the info when I pull a black book out
And then you go, calling my phone
Leaving me messages, showing up at any time at my home
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Radio Freestyle Lyrics
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fuckin head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40
Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab, Ill strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said, case closed, end of discussion
Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leavin you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombers? We blowin up your house killin your parents
And comin back to get your foster mommas
And Im as good at keepin a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint makin no more threats
Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
Im more or less sick in the head, maybe more
Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before
Saboteur, walk the block with a labrador
Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore, verbal cow manure
Comin together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!
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Shady Baby LyricsHey, what’s a demon?
A demon is fun, a lot more fun…
Guess who’s back from Shady’s faction?
You gotta know that cause you made him Platinum
‘case you look past ‘em and ask him
Is OT alright? I say, Easy, bastards
Thought I wouldn’t come back? Nigga, you backwards?
He came from crack to obtaining his classics
Knowin’ all that, get your ass in action
Cause now, you have access to what’s happenin’
The flows eccentric
O is back with a mouth full of inventions
To hold my fans
‘Til the next album comes, like my second one has
Cheers was slept on, it’s a thing of the past
I guess got some teeth, made ‘em all laugh
When I shoulda been strapped up with gats
But I’m from the Ave, so what’s up with that?
Cause on previous tracks, Obie’s clutchin’ mags
Look at him kickin’ with fat chicks, why would he brag?
What possesses him to do a song like that?
Shut the fuck up! My nigga, what’s up?
Cats with no humor, in the club mugged up
You gon’ get a facial tumor
Assuming that that looks persuasive or invasive to him
This is neither the time or place to pursue him
Baby, party it up with Shady, Under the Influence
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy!
Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady!
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Were not dead, come on, party it up with us!
Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up!
Okey-dokey, Obie’s back in the lab runnin’ the track
On my second lap, ahead of these fags
Marshall Mathers laced the track
So I ride that as if he would have
Havin’ a blast with a half a glass of Cognac
Next to my pen and pad
If I wanna get my abs intact, call Curtis Jack for that
Make chicks have asthma attacks
The reaction is massive on the
Shut the fuck up! My bitches, what’s up?
Cats that perfuming in the club hugged up
You should get a different human
Assumin’ the dude you’re in tune with is wearing PINK
Instincts to tell you he’s a freak
He ain’t interested in you, he’s lookin’ at G
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy!
Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady!
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Were not dead, come on, party it up with us!
Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up!
No rehearsals the flow is cursed
I spit it in cursive, you know it’s curtains
Return with a banger that’s so assertive
DJ spinnin’ ‘em in circles certainly
Hence, the urgency, servin’ them since the birth of me
Get an intense verse from Obie–Wan Kenobi
One and only, nothing like a phony
Coordinate and macaroni
Plus I clap your homie
Actin’ like he ain’t have access to madness
??
Fuck that, let’s relax a moment
Before we fuck around, overreact and blow it
Do it for the folks, those who know how to act enjoyment
Actually this is Shady gatherin’, spoil it
It’ll beat that ass like a Prince performance
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy!
Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady!
You can’t stop us, Shady baby
So come party with my crazy group
Were not dead, come on, party it up with us!
Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up!2Embed |
I C Dead People Lyrics
Word is bond, Redman makes the kids run
Im seeing dead people creepin on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got little miniature Redmans, crawlin into it, cause my
Back against the wall get to actin like a fool
Thats what happens to students, when you keep em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like Raow! Raow!
My guns go boom, boom, and your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body
The spirits of other MCs records in the party
Cause, me being, the man that I am
Im awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, Im a get my laugh on
You fuck around and woke up, with the stash gone
How I spaz on niggas is ugly
You got the game fucked up on makin the money
See I dont say Im thugged out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice
Thats why Im Brick City, cant wait to put my niggas on
To see us perform, we sellin out at Ticket Tron
What Im doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the niggas that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life with a grip
Cause when its gone, thats it, thats it, thats it!
Im seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run
Redman its the war head; BOOM!
Nigga I dont die, I was born dead
Top of the mornin to ya, I wake up like a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and Im lost in it
Im hearin voices saying Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic
I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga
And I dont stop, until I squirt
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task
Smoke the greenest grass I live by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns wont leave a scar
You niggas too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin damn well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, Im my own dirty clique
With 35 KOs nigga Ill make it 36!
Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docta
Takin ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you cause cats, try to test me
You a waiteress set of an MC, check please
Been waited way too long, now its time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggas want it back, Triggas on the map
Wont stop me, Im not a quitter thats a rap
If I was just broke you wouldnt notice me
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man
Nobody really planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand
My musics killa, yours girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same place as my fans
Let em touch me, feel how far that I swam
Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep
It aint a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat
Thats why..
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Ariel Lyrics
Ends off Brain Damage snippet and instrumental plays through
Dial tone
Hi, this is Ariel?
This is Marshall
Dont hang up!
God... Are you gonna leave me too?
Ariel... Hi
Im sorry, Im s-
Im sorry, uh-Im a-Im a white male
Single now, sorry, what should I do, Ariel?
Are you gonna leave me too?
Everybodys left me
Yes
Im sorry, I-I, you know?
She comes in, from work late
She comes in at late last night, okay?
I dont know where shes at
All I know is that shes got these little, like
Red marks on her neck
Im like Are those hickeys?
No, these arent hickeys Im like
Youve been fooling around, I cant have it you
Shes done this to me before
I wish you could just, help me, like
I dont know, Im-Im kinda horny
Ive got candles lit
Candles, Ive got candles, and got
The music playing, like a-- Can you hear it?
The music?
The mu-the music... oh, sorry
I dont know, Im just horny
I need it-I dont know
I dont know if I need to just, like, jack off
Or like have sex with my girlfriend when she comes
I dont know anymore, you know? Im just
What?
A bomb?
You want me to swallow a bomb, Ariel?
You want me to kill myself, right here, on national TV?!
I-Im what? I dont understand, is that Spanish or something?
I dont understand, what are you-
You know, Im just an English regular guy, Im a white kid, okay?
I grow up, you know
I dont know, oh my god... You know what?
If youre not gonna jack me off, you fucking slut
You can suck my dick, you fucking whoreEmbed |
The Watcher LyricsThings just aint the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming OGs in the game and changing
To make way for these new names and faces
But the strangest things can happen from rapping
When niggas get wrapped up in image and acting
Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic
Zipped up in bags: when it happens, thats it
Ive seen em come, Ive watched em go
Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched em blow
Watched em all blossom and watched em grow
Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough
Best friends and money: I lost them both
Went visited niggas in the hospital
Its all the same shit all across the globe
I just sit back and watch the show
Everywhere that I go
Aint the same as befo
People I used to know
Just dont know me no mo
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low
Im still on top of the game
Still dropping flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had to rock for the fame
Over setbacks, theres been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
The streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs itll drive them insane
The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher
Everywhere that I go
Aint the same as befo
People I used to know
Just dont know me no mo
But everywhere that I go
And uh, I started out dumb, sprung off a hood-rats
Listenin to the radio, wishin that I could rap
But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fuckin me, mayne
Listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang
Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas aint wanna see me rise
97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me
Got a player in the court room, please dont let em frame me
Ive been dealt a lot of bad cards livin as a thug
Count my blessings and throw my stressings in this land with no love
Maybe they seen me rollin, look at all this green Im holdin
I get this why they envious and get they eyes swollen
Hopin the heavenly father love a hustler
Meet the hardest nigga on the Earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me, Have a heart — fuck they feelings
Ive been tryin to make a million since we started, we cold hearted
Niggas in masks thatll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it
Me, Makaveli, Im a motherfucker
We break bread, now we thug brothers, haha
Niggas talk a lot of non-shit I choose to ignore it
A war? They aint ready for it haha
I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me
But it aint hard to see that you cant see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Aint what you thought you saw
You better off not looking at all
(Everywhere that I go aint the same as before
People I used to know just dont know me no more
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)
Im still on top of the game
Still dropping flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had to rock for the fame
Over setbacks, theres been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
The streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs itll drive them insane
The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher
I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me
But it aint hard to see that you cant see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Aint what you thought you saw
You better off not looking at all
(Everywhere that I go aint the same as before
People I used to know just dont know me no more
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Cuz yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows
Climped out of a nice house
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
Hey thats my couch, bitch!
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While Im rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin vertical
Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down
Youre tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
Id rather just hump a sluts leg wit my nuts shaved
And Sway & Tech, two disk jokeys
Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject
I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me
But it aint hard to see that you cant see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Aint what you thought you saw
You better off not looking at all
(Everywhere that I go aint the same as before
People I used to know just dont know me no more
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)
Haha, watch me clown, give me lovin when Im high
Im a outlaw baby, Ill be thuggin til I die
In my drop-top, double-R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend til they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watchin niggas out of sight, in my night scope
Cookin white dope, got my nigga 25-to-life stressed out
Tryin to have all the better things in life
While Makaveli — a born leader, 10 millimeter
Change a niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the Bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the Earth and the strong will lead
Hittin weed like its alright
Im in the studio makin music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated til the death
Tryin to beat me out my last breath
Whatcha gonna do?
I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me
But it aint hard to see that you cant see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Aint what you thought you saw
You better off not looking at all
(Everywhere that I go aint the same as before
People I used to know just dont know me no more
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)Embed |
Till I Die 2 Lyrics
It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast
This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death!
The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology!
And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home!
Fuck em all!
Techs in the place, everybody get mainy
Punks better cuff your lady, cant nobody tame me
Blame me, for keepin her runny eyed rainy
Ladies used to hate mе, now they comin out they panties
Girls on thе jock , pocket full of socks
Got a fat knot , somethin gone squat
Down, puttin it down, down for the block?
Tryin to be hot, but you flop
Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN!!!
I aint never seen so much green
Than when I seen when my team hit the scene
It must be a dream
Hit the stage, everybody holler
Gettin throwed, rippin shows for a bigger dollar
Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody toothless
Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best
You finna to see me in the TV with a few guest
We bout to bubble baby, get you waterproof vest
Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies
I went from trustin these tricks
Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all!
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know its me
You can bet your last dollar, Ill dick em and holla
Ridin these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit pick my Glock up
Im bustin with self-defense, you see
Poppin nobody got em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, Im…
‘Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin niggas for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil nigga, and watch the game
The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology!
And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home!
Move, when I be thuggin til I die
Never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin
Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies
I went from trustin these tricks
Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all!
I spit it slow so these kids know that Im talkin to em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
Im like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it
You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it
Dont even try it, youll look stupid, do not pursue it
Dont ever in your life try to knock the truest
I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch
So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen
Motherfuckers know that Ill never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity
Move, when I be thuggin til I die
Never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin
Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies
I went from trustin these tricks
Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all!Embed |
Love The Way You Lie Lyrics
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I cant tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now its a steel knife in my windpipe
I cant breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right its like Im in flight
High off of love, drunk from my hate
Its like Im huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before Im about to drown, she resuscitates me
She hates me and I love it
Wait! Where you going?
Im leaving you No you aint!
Come back, were running right back
Here we go again
Its so insane cause when its going good, its going great
Im Superman with the wind at his back, shes Lois Lane
But when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Whos that dude? I dont even know his name
I laid hands on her, Ill never stoop so low again
I guess that I dont know my own strength
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when youre with em?
You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them chills you used to get em
Now youre getting sick of looking at em
You swore youd never hit em; never do nothing to hurt em
Now youre in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit em
Throw em down, pin em
So lost in the moments when youre in them
Its the rage that took over it controls you both
So they say youre best to go your separate ways
Guess if they dont know you cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, its a different day
Sound like broken records playing over
But you promised her, ext time you show restraint
You dont get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess thats why they call it window pane
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Dont you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time Im pissed, Ill lay my fist at the drywall
Next time? There wont be no next time!
I apologize even though I know its lies
Im tired of the games I just want her back
I know Im a liar
If she ever tries to leave again
Ima tie her to the bed and set this house on fire!
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lieEmbed |
Lose Yourself / Smile LyricsYo
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already: Moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out
Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now
The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow!
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smileEmbed |
Artificial Flavor Lyrics
Who started the mimic? Wack
The gimmick, wack
Jimmy cracked corn wraps, give ‘em smacks
Perhaps the copycat had no better turns
When it came to racial slurs, he lost his sense of balance
The lame brain put more into the game
With this other side of fame
And I’ll drop something proper
By slammin’ the hammer down like Judge Wapner
And after this face me
Throwin’ the blows heavy, so if you’re Chevy, don’t chase me
Where’s your motivation, taking up your spare time
Tell everyone, Air time. don’t you think you know the station?
So why take it upon myself to
Grab your boots to amplify your parachute
To rock bottom, let the real rappers step off you
Slide to stay inside, here comes the main course
Hurrah, hurrah, ha, haha, ha
Good God, here’s the top of the blah, blah, blah
Hey, Im bout to go with the tag,
Its automatic, its some of that stuff that makes you stop and drop and tort
‘Cause you haven’t heard it bop before
It’s probably because I have a different kind of outlook
That creates a totally different type of output
So stay put your crook, and state the book
Are we going become
And so many rappers are giving credit when they sound pathetic
But there’ll be none of that repetition here
uncle, thus makes the business clear
At the dinner did you wanna order a
You better seek a savior
Alert to run fast, yeah
Basement Productions is definitely in the house
Now my fellow figures
Let’s go to the question
Where, oh, where has our hip-hop gone?
I pass the time we got a yellow-ish-brown lawn?
We got to work together to end the trouble
To send the rain down and bring the sun back out
Im not a happy camper
‘Cause someone has put a damper
On my spirit, tamper
Now I’m hampered with interference
We fell asleep and let the drawbridge unguarded
Now we’re being bombarded by garbage
So I seriously think your ego boost really needs a good boost
‘Cause you got me so bored I feel like a piece of wood
So I’ma break it to you gently
It doesn’t make you a rapper ‘cause
Oh no
This kind of stuff takes practice
You can’t lift weights for the first time in your life and expect to be Atlas
So I really recommend you find yourself a new outlet
‘Cause you’re wearing out your welcome like an outfit
So the real ones I keep a close relationship
I no longer have to be in association with
The rappers that have been rappin’ offbeat and rhyming like a princible
‘Cause this is the type of stuff that’s been bumpin’ us off the schedule
Spoke up like a tempo,
Blocks in front of the door to prevent the flacks
Waiting for his bar to end, make affiliates
No more charging the door we charge the margin for
No tellin’ em makin’ my eardrums numb
While they’re making a career from
Judy has a big booty
Stutterin’ like Porky Pig
Rapping the tunes booty
You can’t blame it on one man and say he did it
‘Cause the pop was flat before you put the ice in it
And now it’s time to break out the mustard gas and throw it up in your face until you shut your cussword ass
So stop getting dumb and play smart
Grow a hundred legs like a centipede
And make tracks like K-Mart
turn you into the art
Before you go take a piece of my heartEmbed |
Going No Where Lyrics
You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy
You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy
Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me
I aint going nowhere right now...
Its the fo pound bandit
The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded
Goddanmit O Trices back
And Oh, they so adamant Im still at it
You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill
But O is so accurate over this Mathers track
Its never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill
Its SO automatic that he is above average
Jesus of Nazareths reached his soul and so
He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the alphabet to get ahead
Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread
Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head
Im back, fully loaded Im ready to let off lead
Metal is heavy and Im ready to let it all rip
The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit
You dig? The kids back you biatch
You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy
You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy
Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me
I aint going nowhere right now...
I dont suffer the whispers of these envious niggas
Mad cuz his nuts not in my denim
Wanna be him so much they send slugs to kill him
And keep it on the hush not to become a victim
Vicious, niggas I rid them
I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit
I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here
Imma thug, Imma clap him till he fail and he fall
Imma ball, Im a beast, Im the streets
Im the reason you a broad, Imma boss, Im me
Obie bout that change, get rich fast
The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass
Trapped until a nigg get out of Caine
And bounce back like whiplashes
And dump my cigar ashes on you asses
Its still Trice and Mathers all that matters
Call that other madness, past us
This is passion
You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy
You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy
Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me
I aint going nowhere right now...
My feet up, I read up
Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever
My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita
Gd up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up
Planted the seed and then it beamed up
The bean stalk being tall
Now Im balling on these motherfucking peanuts
Huh, the demons wanna deliver me
Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery
But back on you faggots nigga aint no sympathy
I dont fuck with you actors I do mine differently
Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me
Couldnt wait till I break in this with my entity
It dont even interest me, Imma keep my energy spitting
Obie is in this to win this and thats the ending
You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy
You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy
Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me
I aint going nowhere right now...Embed |
Rap Gods and Pilots Lyrics
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings.
But Im only going to get this one chance.
Somethings wrong, I can feel it.
Six minutes. Six Minutes. Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on!
Just a feeling Ive got. Like something is about to happen, but I dont know what. If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble; and if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances.
You are just what the doc ordered.
I wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old mans hair receding
Im pleading, Please, oh please!
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why its got to be like this
Is this living free?
I dont wanna be the one
Be the one to have the suns blood on my hands
Ill tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You dont really wanna get into a pissin match
With this rappity-brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that
Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table
Over the back of a couple of faggots, and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad
Its actually disastrously bad for the wack
While Im masterfully constructing this master piece
Im beginning 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 maintaining this shit aint that hard, that hard
There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop
Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
Nah, I didn’t understand a thing you said
If I didn’t know better, Id guess you’re all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch
Saying stuff like, “you only live once
Youve got one time to figure it out
One time to twist and one time to shout
One time to think and I say we start now
Sing it with me if you know what I’m talking about
Hall of Fame
Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin?
Little gay-looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
Youre witnessing a massacre
Like youre watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
Oy vey, that boys gay!, thats all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a hell yeah from Dre, looking boy
Ima work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy!
Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable
Of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, cause—
Im beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way Im racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planets Krypton – no, Asgard, Asgard
On the eve of a day thats forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays that we dont need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes, cause were told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
Desperately yelling, Theres something we need!
Im not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVPd this crime
Im afraid to tell you who I adore
Wont tell you who Im singing towards
Metaphorically, Im a whore, and thats denial number four
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 looking at me like its lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin
To censor you, like that one line
I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine
Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
Id die for you, thats easy to say
We have a list of people that we would take
A bullet for them, a bullet for you
A bullet for everybody in this room
But I dont seem to see many bullets coming through
See many bullets coming through
Metaphorically Im the man
But literally I dont know what Id do
Id live for you, and thats hard to do
Even harder to say when you know its not true
Even harder to write when you know that tonight
There were people back home who tried talking to you
But then you ignore them still
All these questions they’re for real
Like who would you live for? Who would you die for?
And would you ever kill?
Ima kill you!
Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? Im superhuman
Innovative and Im made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and itll glue to you and
Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, hes too mainstream.
Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
Its not hip-hop, its pop, because I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it
Im evil to the core
What I shouldnt do I will
They say Im emotional
What I want to save Ill kill
Is that who I truly am?
I truly dont have a chance
Tomorrow Ill keep a beat
And repeat yesterdays dance
Yo, this song will never be on the radio
Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote
Its the few, the proud, and the emotional
Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral
The world around us is burning but were so cold
Its the few, the proud, and the emotional
Weve turned our hands to guns
Traded our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition
Cause when the sun sets
It upsets whats left of my invested interest
Interested in putting my fingers to my head
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
Fused at the wrist
I simply tell them they should shoot at this
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, its
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist
Make lemonade then!
But if I cant batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Dont be a retard; be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?1Embed |
Hot Sauce Lyrics
Nod your head like this
Nod your head like this
Nod your head like this
Nod your head like this
Nod your head like this
Nod your head like this
All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas got a scholarship
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Everybody got hot sauce
Old schools with the tops off
Her head hard but the box soft
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, wе gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Drip
Yo, they thought I was crazy, crazy
Thought I was crazy, crazy aye
But I got the gravy, gravy
Im Doctor Sebi aye,
Got the secret to life, nigga, thats why Im wavy
Im like Jesus Christ, cause when they try to slay me, Im strapped to a tee
Dont try to play me
Flyest niggas is the crudest with me
Fuck Burberry, Gucci, Fendi
Et cetera, trendsetter, bruh
Never needed name brands to be trendy
Im drippin swag when I perspire
I get the bag, you a purse buyer
My bitch is bad like BeBes kids
I mean, Holy Smokes, church fire
All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas got a scholarship
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Everybody got hot sauce
Old schools with the tops off
Her head hard but the box soft
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
You dont understand? Thats squad talk
Im in the strip club with the bartender
I dont need to drink to get topped off
We hold it down for the Golden State
We move around like we own the place
Outshine us? They know they cant
We clean just like a fresh coat of paint
Ima repeat this cause I should
No matter where I go, Im good
Even South Park knows Kenny always in the hood
Live the life without havin a thing
Aint that a bitch?
Ill battle you for the Cake Hammy cream
Ill be cake batter rich
808s make the speakers hum
A better future, I just think of one
They manifest it til my kingdom come
Melanin, my skin drinks the sun
Ghetto dope, Im like Master-P, ho
Im ghetto though, hot bag of Cheetos
Red Rooster, thats the key though
Half the world want my Tapatío
All my niggas got guns and shit
All my niggas sell drugs and shit
All my niggas got a scholarship
Get a good career and still love this shit
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce,
Everybody got hot sauce
Old schools with the tops off
Her head hard but the box soft
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Born poor, we gon die rich
Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce
Drip2Embed |
Mariah Carey Voicemail Lyrics
Mariah Carey, was so so scary
I dont wanna see an ass like that
Everytime I see her video on MTV she’s so an-no-noying
Yo, Al-Albert
Fuck are you doing
Man what the fuck are you doing
I heard you were getting back with your ex-wife. Why wont you see me? Why wont you call me?
Pretends to puke
You don’t know how sick you make me...Embed |
The Real Slim Shady - Clean Lyrics
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
Were gonna have a problem here
Yall 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 butt worse than before
They first were divorced, suin her over furniture
Its the return of the Oh, wait, no way, youre kidding
He didnt just say what I think he did, did he?
And Dr. Dre said… nothing, you idiots!
Dr. Dres dead, hes locked in my basement
Feminist women love Eminem
Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, Im sick of him
Look at him, walkin around, grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but hes so cute though
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than whats goin on in your parents bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But cant, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if Im lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And thats the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a womans clitoris is
Of course, theyre gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
Theyve got the Discovery Channel, dont they?
We aint 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 theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes—
We aint nothing but mammals -- well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other rappers open like antelopes
But if we can kill animals and antelopes
Then theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
Im Slim Shady, yes Im the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
Will Smith dont gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do; so he sucks and so do you
You think I give a damn about a Grammy
Half of you critics cant even stomach me, let alone stand me
But Slim, what if you win, wouldnt it be weird
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
This woman put me on blast on MTV
Yeah hes cute, but I think hes married to Kim, hee-hee
I should download an audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you made the whole world garbage to me
Im sick of you little girl and boy groups,]all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you
And theres a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just dont 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
Im Slim Shady, yes Im the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
Im like a head trip to listen to, cause Im only giving you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of yall and I dont gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than 90% of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums
Its funny; cause at the rate Im going, when Im 30
Every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling
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
Ha ha, I guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us
Damn it, let’s all stand up1Embed |
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