You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think me for the last few months It's too Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the lot too loud Freeze my all up in it Slow Don't fall on my fall on my faith, oh Don't on my fate Don't on my faith, oh fall on my fate Don't on my-
Gotta concentrate the clock I race Got no to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape I got a chronic case And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in mama's face I know 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 swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for If my response is late, it's just how long it To hit my radar, I'm so far away
These rappers are like Games One minute, they're Jay Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Maybe I just know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate I it "Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as I can I'm sick and of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you on at once You it, Shady? You got it!
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Somebody Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or his body baggage zipped The closest thing had to hits is smacking bitches And don't make me have to give it to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me at the telly Even I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
with it, "he ain't spit like this in his last shit" Hoe, you go back and listen You know me better, I'll slow up, let up Call it traps 'cause a total setup that you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold head up" Kathy Griffin ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot a head (pew)
Gabby Giffords, my is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business Tyler create nothing, I see why you yourself a faggot, bitch It's not just you lack attention It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're If you're gonna critique me, you better at be as good or better
Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters The waited for this moment Like the feature when I stole this Sorry if I forever
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Just was here before you And I'll be here you make your run-in for you Detract this, I have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best the dose, unleash the monster Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood from all the biggest artists like leeches So they 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em See the show, parasite needs a host
Then Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every word of everything I ever murdered Time to the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I don't in ghosts rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer A beacon of hope, the in the air Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in the That's who I'm doin' it for, the I don't really even care
But you would I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists On the scale it to minus Mines is various as hardly and what's scary is you prolly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the alone Or I'll show you an clone Walk up in house you own Brush my pelvic
You should a phone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just myself at home I here, clown! Don't me 'bout the culture I the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!
too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs the parking lot It's too my crown all up in it Slow