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作曲 : Luis Resto/Scott Mescudi/Marshall Mathers/Julian Gramma/Oladipo Omishore

作词 : Luis Resto/Scott Mescudi/Marshall Mathers/Julian Gramma/Oladipo Omishore

Produced by：J Gramm/Eminem/Dot Da Genius

Yep (Aww)

Yep (Mmm-aww)

Uh-huh

Yeah

Yeah, it's been a minute, but I'm back in it (Uh)

Y'all ain't dealing with the same boy (No)

Got a little trippy, then I transitioned (Yeah)

New attitude mixed with that pure raw (Aw)

The night game, your girl called

She like "Do me baby, down to get busy, busy?" (Yes)

No dice, chill wooday (No)

In life, feeling dizzy

Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war

See me in the day through the late night (Night)

Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode

To the Gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (Flight)

I'm swimming in the light right, go and get you some

Go and show 'em something, this a new thang

Yeah, I let my nuts hang (Yeah)

Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade (Yeah)

Aww, lift off

Can't stunt a n**ga growth, better get gone, move along (Uh)

You don't wanna trip, wanna get it on? (Uh)

You don't wanna act, don't get me wrong (Nah)

They don't listen to the words in the song (Uh-huh)

We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (Yeah)

See 'em fronting, we ain't kidding

If you want it, you can get it

Members of the rage, come and get you some

Next step's out of the jet from the lean back

Running 'round the world and we ain't packed

Hit 'em vroom, vroom, leave 'em stuck, oh, you seen that?

I'm chilling, where the team at?

See a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need that

So crazy, can't believe it

No cams, d**n, no filming at all, real n**ga facts (Come on)

Years ago, rehab

All good, helped me figure out another plan

It got bad, so bad

Nah, I ain't ****ing love that man

Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag

True story, take you through the dark and the light (Yeah)

God son, got through new

Back up in the world, it's the day in the life (Cud)

Hit the blunt and get it (Dude)

Raised bars (Uh) same song, we did it (Yeah)

Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit

Carry on, smoke strong, got your momma down with it (Come on)

And the game ****ing needed something dirty raw

Tell them this the law and we weeded

So if it's God you believe in (Yeah)

Bob your head and just nod in agreement (Yeah)

They say time's undefeated

I'ma be the first one who can beat it (Yeah)

I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes (What?)

Got a lil' green (Yeah), but I don't do weed (Nope)

Purp nor lean (Nah), that's Tunechi (Yeah)

That's New Orleans (Yeah), **** Drew Brees (Yeah)

Snoop D-O-double (Uh), that's two G's

I probably spent on paper, oowee

Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees (Yeah)

But the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf

Not high, but I'm your highness (What?)

Secretly, you're my dick, but you haters are butt hurt (Ow)

Bunch of sore hind ends (Ow), I was just a poor white kid (Yeah)

Now if rap was b-ball, I be Jordan like "bitch" (What?)

You wish you could score like this

Yeah, not even at half court I'd miss (Nah)

I mouthwash, 'cause if I was on the floor, I'd swish (Right)

Flouride swish, but I cannot lie (Nah)

I got you in my top five worst rappers of all time

I lost my spot, y'all got Alzheim

King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine (Yeah)

King of swear words and not lying (Yeah)

You should never compare yours

A toll free number, only way you'll ever have a hot-line

****'s going on man? (Yeah)

Bunch of half wits up in office

Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse

Other half are just pissed off and don't wanna wear a mask

And they're just scoffing

And that's how you end catching the shit off 'em

I just used the same basket as you shopping

Now I'm in a ****ing casket from you coughing

Always stay ahead of haters, let 'em hate

But never let a traitor penetrate your circle

Seperate yourself from those who try to pull you down

The real ones never stray, it's sort of like Medusa (Yeah)

That's how you stay ahead of snakes

Emcees pull out gats, I don't give a **** how strapped

You're gonna out-rap me?

I doubt that, please bitch, I'm a house rat

These raps are 'bout that cheese like mousetraps

Earthlings, I adapt to 'em

Certain things, I don't want to do but have to

In order to just act human

Like using the bathroom and vacuuming (Yeah)

Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit

Bubble wrap and a mask too

And I don't think that's what they meant by trap music (Nah)

Running through ink like I'm tattooing (Yeah)

This is Music To Be Murdered By, you love

Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt

Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am d**gs

That's is probably why your opinion of me's high as ****

And it's nonstop fury

'Cause I ain't holding 'em up like an armed robbery

And God's my jury, so when I die, I'm not worried

Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery

How the **** is it that so many cops are dirty?

Stop man, please, officer, I'm sorry

But I can't breathe when I got you on top of me

Your godd**n knee's on my carotid artery

The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim (Ah)

Yes, who want it with them?

The trilogy continues, serving niggas, yes, what's on the menu?

Watch 'em panic, hot d**n it (Let's get it, baby)

Hope you ****ers understand it

The realer for you niggas

Come and get these scriptures (Yeah)

Rap God

Rager