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the good parts 0:09 2:04 3:26

Theres three different types of Eminem tracks, slim shady, Eminem, and Marshal Mathers, this is def a Marshal Mathers track

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How do you get this beats with the hooks? I’ve been trying to do it myself so I can remix beats, and just in case you don’t have it, I can do it…can you give me some tips on how to do it?

Nate Dogg Forever. Still Nobody Does It Better in 2025

WHAT IS IT THE BRAIDS???

Rip nate dogg you'll be missed😢😢😢😢😅😅

Tiddies😂

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Play this at my funeral

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much and that's an issue, but I'm okay Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them again I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older

My favorite new song - mesmerizing!

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - The People - Rashid Lonnie Lynn Jr. Common Feat Andwele Gardner [Produced By Kanye West] [Year: 2007] [Album: Finding Forever] [Official Music Video]

4:36 - 4:53

ts fire fr😭😭😭🙌

Come ' on Tudidu

Wow... the nostalgia...

❤My tema expectating❤

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round, come to my side of town Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way too much stress as a jit Death in this section was present, we preppin' for war, so we feel like we better equipped Brodie got demons he keep to his self, prolly won't ever know, 'cause he never gon' snitch Hella resentment from lettin' it sit, I say, "I got him", I'm never gon' miss I done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this bitch I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen, you know that I'm steppin' on shit I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper just show me that Heaven exist Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip, shootin' 'til I get respect in this bitch I might just go get a Tec in this bitch, I might just go at the ref in this bitch Guessin' you think this shit new to me, huh? Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me, huh? I just had enemy shoot at me, tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh? Helpin' the hood and the homies and plus the community think that it's two of me, huh? Know where I go when it's over, I run outta gas, they gon' say that they through with me, huh? Aw, shit, when all this shit gon' get better? Bitches just fuckin' whoever Nigga just sayin' whatever, niggas gon' fold under pressure, honestly I ain't no better I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder, I turned my emotion into sweater I had to garner the power to work on my soul, I ain't tryna be broken forever I see the smoke, and start runnin' into it, shawty you losin' is so therapeutic I kinda think that you want it to happen, got put in a corner, you forced me to do it You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers, and I ain't into it I'm with the shit, and I'm ready to prove it, waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it This shit goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- If I run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel) that scares the fuck outta you (look) I was slept on and left for dead, sweat, wept, and bled for a game that barely kept me fed Ain't want the fame, just a spec of cred, nowadays, I take a check instead The pen been steps ahead, if you mention him, them boys wet the bed Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo' daddy did Whatever Deebo said to Craig, we can go head-to-head Niggas play hard on the app, at they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap From nigga that still starve in the trap, clap back, and it's, "GRIP, you're takin' it too far, just relax" These words I discard on the wax, shit deeper than the cars and the racks The fashion and gas, so when a star interacts, got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back So pardon me if part of me feel an itch to click, pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits, flick the wrist, they wish he'd miss, he's six for six Go back through the discog', it's obvious I'm the godliest, yeah, I'm sonnin' y'all I took the summer off, just to let 'em get, they mumbles off about blocks that they ain't spun at all The uninvolved underdog Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all, but they don't wanna brawl This shit ain't even fun no mo', I mean, don't nobody wanna come outside They like, "You should do a song with so-and-so, or maybe such and such" this shit done, I tried They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal to pick the pen up and out-ink the man Hm, but then again I'm partial, it really took Marshall just for me to get a feature? Damn I know rap's what I started with, but when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit It's harder to put your heart in it, but come too far to quit, now I'm on to guitars and shit So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up, want the old GRIP? Go get the old album Any genre, same outcome, I'm on that bih with a stick like Malcolm Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah Run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, yeah) that scares the fuck outta you I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get, just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (yeah) I worked for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre and that gave me a little raise in net, now Nothin' is close to disgustin' as what I gross, so this must mean that what I wrote Makes me the illest rapper there is, was, or ever will be That's the real reason I still squeeze, and I fill these bars with so much vitriol (yeah), these Voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me 'Cause I serial-kill beats like Israel Keyes, my peripheral sees Everythin' through his POVs, the rap G-O-D From Little Caesars to fill arenas, I made it big, word to Lil' Cease (yeah) "Fuel" remix, so who'll be picked next, whose name's gonna be next up? Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of 2Pac's murder, like facial tissue, whose clock should I clean next? Puff's? 'Til he's in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up? (Yeah) Like G. Dep and turn himself in, who knows all the murders they'll pin on me next So prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible, I'll take a paraplegic And I'll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment Then laugh hysterically, these wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don't care in the least bit Kiss every square inch of my white rear end, I guarantee That my elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels, emcees won't ever see (yeah) I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat I'll never be runnin' outta steam or kerosene (down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-) If I run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, dow-dow-dow-dow-) that scares the fuck outta you

this beat's takin' me back to my D12 days When we hit the club to go and hell-raise Probably end up baggin' a cocktail waitress And takin' her straight back to the Motel 8 Yeah, Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo) Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn" She's like, "That's harassment" I'm like, "Yeah, and?" (Woo) Holy Toledo, it's Miss Ohio That's the best ass I've seen in a while We should be datin', she's from Cleveland But she's a Bengal, this chick is catty Is that a mini-skirt if it's a maxi? That's the shortest thing for a dress since an addy She said, "Fuck off", and threw her liquor at me (It's one of those kinda nights) (Then I said, I said) If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda nights This beat keeps takin' me back, like my ex does Only 'cause how good the sex was Hit up the next club, met Alexa But she was so extra, called her etcetera Had her like, "Oh my God, my whole iPod's filled with your songs, I mow my lawn to 'em" I said, "Oh my God, you know my songs? That's totally awesome, I'm Marshall, what's goin' on?" Ah (haha) Seriously though, jokes aside, how you doin'? You straight? She said, "No, I'm bi" She said, "Are you drunk?", I said, "No, I'm high" I'm checkin' out the chick, she said, "So am I" What's in the cup? Let me see that Girl, where the rest of that promethazine at She said, "Cool, gotta run out to my Cadillac though And I'll be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back" Then I said If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda O-M-G Like the gas in the tank, she's gettin' low on me Says she wants go with me I said, "Go with you where?" She said, "Out" I said, "I'm a candle, I'll go out if you blow on me" Walk her out to the parkin' lot Here comes the brigade Turnt like a flip page, Swifty look shitfaced Say peace to McVay, me and this chick take off like a sick day Drivin' around, I said, "Let's pull over" She said, "No problemo", windows are dark tint Roll up the car windows Monte Carlo in park, bumpin' Bizarre's demo Gettin' head in the bucket, Marshmello Yeah, I never in the club met a woman worth knowin' But if you're hoein' Opposites attract, I'm someone, you're a no-one I'm high and you're bi I'm comin', you're going If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda nights

Nostalgia 🥺💜

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People are sleeping on instrumentals that have hook, this is 🔥.

Out on Sunday. Push rare groove collective 1996

Tdawgthagod76 here for you

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Butterfly Effect - Jacques Webster Travis Scott [Produced By Felix Leone & Shane Lindstrom Murda Beatz] [Year: 2018] [Album: AstroWorld] [Official Music Video]

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Till I Collapse - EminemMusic Feat Dwayne Nathaniel Hale Nate Dogg [Produced By EminemMusic] [Year: 2002] [Album: The Eminem Show] [Explicit]

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - If I Can't - Curtis James Jackson III 50 Cent [Produced By Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo] [Year: 2003] [Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin] [Official Music Video]

Ye

Oh it’s just Me myself and I solo ride until I die cause I got me for life oh I don’t need a hand to hold even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Being honest with me and myself not rapper or a singer But still throw my hat in a ring hoping writing will make me a winner Don’t have to impress no one but myself hoping to find what I lost I stayed and your gone crashed and burned use what I know it’s my turn your here for me now seeing where I started to where I can go im in an artists role to not lead but inspire you tried keeping me down but I got a fire in my soul and now look at me isn’t it funny Your in the dirt wishing you well but that’s karma bitch now you’re in the nosebleeds and I’m on stage got the real ones first row cause they know we don’t back down even when it’s dark and low Oh it’s just Me myself and I solo ride until I die cause I got me for life oh I don’t need a hand to hold even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul I don’t need anything to get me through the night except the beat that’s in my heart it’s keeping me alive I don’t need anything to make me satisfied cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time I love you and hate you Wish you the worst but hope for the best Your loss is my gain I’m free now open range no holding back released all that pain You drained me and strained me but they… They got me straight fighting for what I know is right and making stuff to show the world I’m not just some guy with paint I got a dream a vision can’t see far but my mind goes high you know it Could’ve had it all you and I but now I just got my fam, my home skillets and most importantly me myself and I Oh it’s just Me myself and I solo ride until I die cause I got me for life oh I don’t need a hand to hold even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul I don’t need anything to get me through the night except the beat that’s in my heart it’s keeping me alive I don’t need anything to make me satisfied cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Broken heart It’s better than ever Inspiration From them I’d never sever Still lost? I found a new me that’ll never wither Miss you Yea sure But love you that eras over Oh it’s just Me myself and I solo ride until I die cause I got me for life oh I don’t need a hand to hold even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul I don’t need anything to get me through the night except the beat that’s in my heart it’s keeping me alive I don’t need anything to make me satisfied cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

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Oh shit and I have the fuel sk

Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar ... Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap n!gga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a n!gga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-as* n!ggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, f**k 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your as* and hide the Bible if God watching Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n!ggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort sh!t, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any b!tch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party, playing with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f**k 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trolling like a b!tch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gone let you disrespect Pac, n!gga? I think that Oakland show gone be your last stop, n!gga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretending What is the owl? Bird n!ggas and bird b!tches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that something? B-Rad stands for b!tch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or something Since 2009, I had this b!tch jumping You n!ggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pu**y N!gga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this with a doctrine, tell the pop star, "Quit hiding" F**k a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on, he f**k around, get polished F**ked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's conniving Then get his face tatted like a b!tch apologizing I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, n!gga better not speak on Serena And your home boy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you n!ggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-as* n!ggas need to stay they as* inside, ayy Roll they as* up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down calling us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, building railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was using town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real n!gga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a f**king colonizer The family matter, and the truth of the matter, it was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mmm Mmm-mmm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan

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This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Move Bitch - Christopher Ludacris Bridges Television Feat Michael Lawrence Tyler Mystikal & Bobby Sandamanie Wardell II Infamous 2-0 [Produced By DJ KLC The Drum Major] [Year: 2001] [Album: Word of Mouf] [Directed By Erik White & Chaka Zulu] [Official Music Video] [Explicit]

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Forever - Aubrey Graham Drake Feat Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. Lil Wayne Kanye West & EminemMusic [Produced By Matthew Samuels Boi-1da] [Year: 2009] [Album: Music Inspired By The Film: More Than A Game] [Official Music Video]

Tysm!!

Ring, do you hear me calling? (Purps on the beat...) Me no want no drama Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling Break away and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a blunt of OG Roll it up, I kissed it, and I smoke it Gots to be joking Where in the f- did you think you were going? Foldin' and packin' your clothes like you ain't know I was gon' unfold it Wine glass full of your emotions Oh, Pinot Grigio, sippin', beautiful, heaven-soul woman Me don't know, let me know Let me in your heart, don't you dare forget me I'm your fan, your posters on my walls inside my head, yeah, yeah I'm your fan, your posters on my walls inside my head, yeah Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling You drive me insane, no girl make me feel this way Wait, girl, you got your ways, girl, you are my getaway Wait, let me keep you safe In exchange, give me brain, brain You my main thing, turn around, bang-bang Hit the b- in LA like you a beach ball Me and you in the Lambo truck, you start it up and skrrt off We park after dark at the park by the mansion, take your skirt off Oh, me can't wait to get all up inside of it My heart is racing every time I'm tastin' it Wait until the drugs fade out Hate making love when I'm faded That's because I wanna feel it Girl, you give me the best feelin' Yes, girl, you're the best, take away stress Love me to death, even when I'm a mess Ring, do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling (darling) Ring, do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama

I'm always ready for a war again (a war again) Go down that road again (that road again) It's all the same (it's all the same) I'm always ready to take a life again (that life again) You know I'll ride again (I'll ride again) It's all the same (oh) Tell me who's gon' save me from myself When this life is all I know Tell me who's gon' save me from this hell Without you, I'm all alone Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?) Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?) Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?) 'Cause I'm alone, you see ('cause I'm alone, you see) If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you) If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you) Then I'll spill this blood for you Hey I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps Life a livin' hell, puddles of blood in the streets Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief Earthquake, the body dropped, the ground breaks The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface Who need a hero? (Hero) You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero Who on the front lines at ground zero? (Hero) My heart don't skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle Mass destruction and mass corruption, the souls of sufferin' men Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture is comin' It's all prophecy, and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good Then that's what it gotta be Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?) Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?) Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?) 'Cause I'm alone, you see ('cause I'm alone, you see) If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you) If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you) Then I'll spill this blood for you Hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?) Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?) Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?) 'Cause I'm alone, you see ('cause I'm alone, you see) If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you) If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you) Then I'll spill this blood for you Hey Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own

Exactly what I was looking for🔥🔥🔥

No they not in sync Were the type of rappers that are going extinct True talent is on a brink Take a look around and youll see what I mean They say will you get famous I say What do you think no promoting I ain't got to post the link There hating on me but they do it through tweets Tough online but in person your weak I study the great ig I'm a geek thinking about the vision 24/7 and 7 days a week Better strap up Cause i carry this heat I'm talking about the music I don't mean it literally It's about to get cold in the city better cop a mink No more being broke we don't shop at sheins He turned his haters to consumers I turned mine to feins like try this lean Call me ceelo cause I'm about the green thank my dad everyday for these genes One day I'm not going to be in the scene I'm gonna be the scene While other rappers remain as memes all of them act alike and sound the same there what committed team I cannot fail get rich or die trying by any means Get rich and give it away like mr deeds open up doors for the unfortunate cause now I got the keys I am a god I am not a king Fall to my feet then you can kiss the ring I want the life watch me achieve my goals I sold a dream

I’m making a song with the beat it’s gonna be a minute

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Gran trabajo hermano

(What's your name?) (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum 'Bout to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm Your music usually has them But waned for the game, your enthusiasm it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage, I need a seeing eye dog Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip hop ain't dying on my watch But sometimes, when I'm sleepin' She comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand to promise land And threaten everyone 'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing Now (what's your name?) Marshall (what's your name?) (Who's your daddy?) (Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me) Has he taken (has he taken), any time (any time) (To show) to show you what you need to live? No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancing, even if it is Charles Manson Who just happens to be rapping, blue lights flashing Laughing all the way to the bank, lampin' in my K-Mart mansion I'm in the style department with a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart but With great power comes absolutely no responsibility for content Completely despondent and condescending The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat-killing spree, your honor, I must plead guilty 'Cause I sparked a revolution, rebel without a cause Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip hop is the devil's music) Does that mean it belongs to me? 'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns That don't honk, but every time I speak you hear a beep But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, 'cause it's the- It's the time of the season When hate runs high And this time, I won't give it to you easy (When I take) when I take back what's mine with pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan My job here isn't done 'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing So (what's your name?) Shady (Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha Has he taken (has he taken), any time (any time) (To show) to show you what you need to live So, yeah, dad let's walk Let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas I appeal to all those walks of like, whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like 'Cause I related to the struggles of young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical I chuckle, 'cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, yeah, uh-oh Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my hustle says "Don't knock" The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold cocked You critics come pay me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house to kick rocks Then you wonder why I lash out Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out A completely brain-dead, Rain Man Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch, if you shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas I'm angrier than all eight of the reindeer Put together with Chief Keef 'cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme, bitch And quit tryin' look for a fucking reason for it that ain't there But I still am a (criminal) Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my (genitals) The last Mathers LP that went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go Emerald When will the madness end, how can it when There's no method to the pad and pen The only message that I have to sing Is "Dad, I'm back at it again"

Love sprung Said n done

Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you Shoo, shoo, shoo Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay I ain't thinkin' about no reaper Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away? Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case? Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city" He fakin' for likes and digital hugs His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky I'll park your son The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted What is it? The braids? I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh You know I got language barriers, huh It's no accent you can sell me, huh Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huh I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin' How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request You know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " but that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record? Hoe, what? You ain't like that record? "Back To Back, " I like that record I'ma get back to that, for the record Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale Osteen Funny, he was in a film called "AI" And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it Pick a nigga off one at a time with it We can be on a three-hour time difference Don't speak on the family, crodie It can get deep in the family, crodie Talk about me and my family, crodie? Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop