Lyrics:
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
V12 is roaring,
Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then,
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner,
Here goes nothing
If you want a legacy then go make something
When I say I work hard
Imma prove it I'm not bluffing
I'm not sweet don't call me
all the rage
And then I do that shit at church, then the Gospel pays
Cause they'd be all dismayed if I told the whole truth
Like the rich young ruler,
to the dome
So think before I pull chrome, out
Straight up out the South
We the ones that they don't know bout
By the the time this drops I'll check again
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
supposed to be on this planet earth
I take a deep breath, and then another follows
'cause hardship is kinda hard to swallow
See, it's rough bein a loner
Not
squares feat? cappin by the acre
Talk that, walk that, hold that
Already went off Im a hold back
Cap, cap, never lack im a own that
Snap, rap and then stack
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
at the pad if they asking
If you did me dirty then I tax em
Shit only lit when I’m active
4 Ain’t make it
It ain’t classic to me
I made album of travesty
Look
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
pics
Now the album's out better text your friends
Give me something I can feel, feel
Because the God I serve is real
Real (yes He Is)
Fight my battle if
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
The worlds knocking at my door, but they’ll never get me
Having fun with my music, make a little history
Said the albums coming soon, everybody’s
This song is green just like grass
Don't break CDs just like glass
If you do, then you're not class
Your mind is narrow just like a flask
You cannot
a bitch
And then I will be struck by lightning, poisoned to the death
Give me all the reasons you can say the past, all
What do you mean you just
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
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