Lyrics:
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
And zooted with a clique of well known
Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack trying to get chose
By another
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
to.(Strictly this game)
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
This rap game is what I'm talkin bout
I'm makin clout
and got G's in my bank accout
so what you thinkin bout?
New Jersey stand up!
[DJ scratching Eminem sample]
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon"
"Pacewon"
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
no tide, permanent stain
Tamed, flamed, we are not the same
Leave you in the dust with an ankle sprain
Wausau, Madison, different planes
Hit a one-two
Rip rip odb
Ok I'm always living like its a year ahead
And it takes two steps with two feet for one to get over it and ahead
And
I'm too laid back,
more in the cemetaries
And all ya fake mens is dead and buried
[Chorus- Eminem]
We just came to party
We aint comin here to start shit wit no body
Girl
[Intro: Royce]
Uhh-uhh uhh uhh, yeah homeboy
Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers?
My man Milo, yeah yeah yeah
Whattup Ruckus? We gangstas, yeah
of their casket
Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike
We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?
You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Hypebae, już taka z ciebie hypebae
Rozkładasz się na wejściu, widzę cię na backstage'u, już taka z ciebie hypebae
Hypebae, już taka z ciebie hypebae
years of lemonade
Heat of summer woke cicadas made to mark the decades
And it's boiled over, killing with CO2 like shaking baby with the soda
Coral reefs
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
It's like, funk
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
Eminem going dry on a Revival kick
Like many men driving by and popping nine on Fif
Hip hop giant, C-N-Ying, and like Dylan spit fire
And I don't need
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