Cinderella Man

Album: Recovery (2010)
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  • Yeah
    You know, technically
    I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
    So fuck it
    Might as well make the most of it

    (Amen) yeah
    (Amen) feels good
    (Amen) woo
    (Amen) guess I'm lucky
    (Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
    (Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
    (Amen) nah, man
    (Amen) shit, I feel like I can do anything now

    Who can catch lightin' in a bottle, set fire to water
    Comin' out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swatters
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, takes his hands and cup 'em
    Spin a rhyme to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man

    There's a storm comin' that the weatherman couldn't predict
    I start to bug, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked
    It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
    I got up, I'm back to punch you to the ground, you trick
    It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in my trash
    I'll be God-damned if another rapper gets in my ass
    I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last
    You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes
    And keep winkin' and blowin' kisses 'cause you're flirtin' with death
    I'm destroyin' your livelihood, I ain't just hurtin' your rep
    I catch a flow and get goin', no remorse I'm showin', ain't slowin' for no one
    Knowin' there's nothin' you can do about it
    Zero in on the target like a marksman, the target is you
    I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it too
    Arsenic flow, lighter fluid saliva, what can you do?
    Go get your crew to hype you up, stand behind you like, "Woo"
    That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
    Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
    So you can hate him, he don't blame you, frankly, he would too
    This game could ill afford to lose him, 'how bout you?

    Now guess who (hey), here's a clue (hey)
    He came to the ball in his wife-beater, lost his Nike shoe
    It's in your ass (hey), he's in your ass
    He's all up in your psyche too (hey)
    Now, what's his name? (Hey)

    Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man
    Cinderella (hey, hey)
    Cinderella Man (hey)
    Cinderella Man
    Hey, hey (hey, hey)

    If I had a time machine
    I'd be
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Music is my time machine
    So call me
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man

    Fuck catchin' lightnin', he struck it, screamed, "Shut up" at thunder
    Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Rewound the future to the present, paused it, don't ask how
    Fuck the past, motherfucker, he's the shit right now
    He's Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man

    Cinderella Man, Cinderfella Shady Dane
    Came to wrap the game up in cellophane
    Raise hell, from Hell he came
    I didn't come to bore you with a Cinderella story
    Nor did he come to do the same-old, can't afford to be a lame-o
    In this day and age, and at this stage of the game
    Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly
    So say bye to the old, H-I to the new, que será
    Consider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâce
    Raise 'em high in the sky, keep 'em up
    Time to bring the place alive
    Thanks for bein' patient, I won't make no more mistakes, shit, my
    Potato's baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly
    My filet is smokin' weed, yeah, faggot, the stakes are high
    Shit, I ain't even supposed to be here by the grace of God
    The skin on my teeth and a hair on my nuts, I skated by
    Now y'all are on thin ice with ankle weights, I'd hate to lie
    How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
    And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit
    And I'm his spittin' image, I mirror it when I stand near it
    Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it
    Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists?

    Who? (hey), here's a clue (hey)
    He came to the ball in his wife-beater, lost his Nike shoe
    It's in your ass (hey), he's in your ass
    He's all up in your psyche too (hey)
    Now, what's his name? (Hey)

    Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man
    Cinderella (hey, hey)
    Cinderella Man (hey)
    Cinderella Man
    Hey, hey (hey, hey)

    If I had a time machine
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    (I'd be) Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Music is my time machine
    So call me
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
    Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Writer/s: Jemal A. Harris, Marshall B. III Mathers
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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