Album: Kamikaze (2018)
Charted: 8 12
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  • You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months
    It's too loud
    Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
    Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
    It's too loud
    Freeze my crown all up in it
    Slow fire
    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
    Don't fall on my

    Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race
    Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace
    Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape
    Guess I got a chronic case
    And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's 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'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
    One last time for Charlemagne
    If my response is late, it's just how long it takes
    To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away
    These rappers are like Hunger Games
    One minute, they're mocking Jay
    Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then 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've had as much as I can tolerate
    I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience
    I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
    You wanted, Shady? You got it!

    Don't fall on my face
    Don't fall on my faith, oh
    Don't fall on my fate
    Line 'em up!
    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's had to hits is smacking bitches
    And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
    Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted
    Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
    Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
    Lacking with it, "He ain't spit like this in his last shit"
    Hoe, you better go back and listen
    You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up
    Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup
    Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
    Dre said, "Hold your head up"
    Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition
    Slap the clip and cock it back on competition
    This is how I shot a head (pew)
    Gabby Gifford, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business
    Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch
    It's not just 'cause you lack attention
    It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious
    If you're gonna 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 the feature when I stole this show
    Sorry if I took forever

    Don't fall on my face
    Don't fall on my faith, oh
    I won't
    Don't fall on my fate
    Light him up!
    Don't fall on my faith, oh
    Don't fall on my fate
    It's too easy

    Just remember, I was here before you
    And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
    Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
    Just what the doctor ordered
    Revenge is the best medicine
    Increase the dose, unleash the monster
    Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
    They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
    So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show
    Every parasite needs a host
    Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
    All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
    Time to separate the sheep from goats
    And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
    When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer
    A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
    Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
    That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care
    But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary
    In my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists
    On a scale of turnt you're minus
    Mine says very, yours says hardly
    And what's scary is you prolly can compare me to your car
    'Cause I'm barely gettin' started
    And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
    Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
    Walk up in this house you own
    Thrust my pelvic bone
    You should tell a phone and 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 inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles
    The Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
    Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat
    Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch!

    It's too loud
    Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
    It's too loud
    Freeze my crown all up in it
    Slow fire Writer/s: BJ Burton, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall Mathers, Michael Len Williams
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ME GUSTA MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Shad Arn from Austin,tx Watching your career as I was growing up...go straight up and talent unmatched do nothing but increase exponentially was no simple act that an average Joe or human repeat...the facts seam clear to me, that you sold your soul for a life of fame ...for whatever length the contract was for, your contract has clearly expired and you are without the demons or Jinn's gifts of writing and musical talent ..Now seeing you here, and now... You are "a Shell" it seems. I pray for you lost soul for it is clearly no longer with you. THE PRICE OF FAME AND FORTUNE ...IS COSTLY ( YOUR LYRICS NOW are completely not you and you content is completely irritating ..yes sir you fell on your face ..."It's Sad, I really actually like your songs bro.")
  • Sam Durkee from Austin,texasHe's a god on the mic
  • Linus John from AbujaYou always remain a king Eminem
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