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Fuck really?
What the fuck?
Yo man are we going to the studio or what?
Yeah lets go hold on
I keep getting fucking alerts on my phone
Alerts?
Ya like articles and shit
Eminem completely phones in his verse
Fuck this
What wrong with him?
He gotta stop looking at that shit god damn
Translated By Arman_yp
You know
Everybody′s been telling me what they think about me
For the last few months
Maybe it is time that I think about them
Gotta concentrate against the clock
I race got no time to waste
I am already late I got a marathoner′s pace
Went from addict to a workaholic word to dr. Dre
And that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain′t just blowin′ smoke
Less It is in your mama′s face
I know this time paul and dre they won′t tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You swear to god I forgot I am the guy who made not afraid
One last for charlamagne
If my response is late that′s just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin radar I am so far away
These rappers are like hunger games
One minute They are mocking jay
Next minute their get there style from migos
Or they copy drake
Maybe I just don′t know when to turn around and walk away
But all the hate I call it walk on water gate
I have had as much as I can tolerate
I am sick and tired of waitin′
I have lost my patients I can take all of you motherfuckers
On at once you wanted shady
You got him
Don′t fall on my face
Don′t fall on my faith‚ oh
Don′t fall on my fate
Don′t fall on my faith‚ oh
Don′t fall on my fate
Somebody tell budden before I snap he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped the closest thing
He is had to hit is is smackin′ bitches
And don′t make me have to give it back to academics
Say this shit is trash again I will have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin′
At the telly even when I am getting brain
You′ll never catch me with a thot (thought) lacking with it
He ain′t spittin′ like this on his last shit
Hoe you better go back and listen
You know me better thinkin′ I will slow
Or let up call it trap ′cause It is a
Total set up hopin′ that you rappers fall in that dre said
Hold your head up kathy griffin
Stackin′ ammunition slap the clip in cock it back on
Competition this is how I shot a head
Gabby gifford
My attack is vicious jack the ripper back in business
Tyler create nothin′ I see why you called yourself a
Bitch It is not just ′cause you lack attention
It is because you worship d 12′s balls You are sack religious
If You are gona critique me you better at least be as good or
Better get earl the hooded sweater
Whatever his name is to help you put together
Some words more than just two letters the fans
Waited for this moment like that feature when
I stole the show sorry if I took forever
Don′t fall on my face
Don′t fall on my faith‚ oh
Don′t fall on my fate
Don′t fall on my faith‚ oh
Don′t fall on my fate
Just remember I was here before you
And I will be here after you make your run and for you
Detractors I am have to fuck pitchfork with a cork screw
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose from least to most
And then tell the grammies to go
And fuck themselves they suck the blood from all the biggest
Artists like some leeches so
They nominate them get them there get a name to mc the show
Every parasite needs a host
Then give album of the year to somebody that no
Ones ever even heard of all I know is that I wrote
Every single word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the shep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers
I don′t believe in ghosts
But when rap needed it most I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope (beak & a hope) put a b i r d in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin′ this while he lip synchs in the mirror
That′s who I am doin′ it for the rest I don′t really even care
But you would think I am carrying a oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I am burying these artists on a scale of turnt
You are minus mine says very yours says hardly
And what′s scary is you probably can compare me to your car
′Cause I am just barely getting′ started
And far as lord jamar you better leave me the hell alone
Or I will show you an elvis clone walk up in this house you own
Thrust my pelvic bone
You should telephone then go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here clown don′t tell me ′bout the culture
I inspired the hopsin′s the logic′s the coles the
Sean the k dot′s the five nine′s and oh
Brought the world 50 cent
You did squat piss & moan but I am not gona fall
Bitch yeah
So yeah
You can′t hear it coming down the hallway
From the parking lot
It is to loud
He is from the crowd all up in it
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