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Really?
The
You
know,
man,
we
going
to
the
studio
or what?
Yeah,
let's
go,
let,
hold on
I
keep getting
alerts
on
my
phone
Alerts?
Yeah,
like
articles
and
shit,
like:
'Eminem
completely
phones in
his
verse
This
What's wrong with
him?
He's gotta
stop
looking at
that
shit
bro.
Like damn
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
Three's
not
a
crowd
all up in it
slow
fire
Don't fall
on
my
face
Don't fall
on
my
faith
Don't fall
on
my
fate
Don't fall
on
my
faith
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
momma'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
forgot
I'm
the
guy
that
made
'Not
Afraid'
One last time
for
Charlamagne
If
my
response
is
late
it's
just
how long
it takes
To
hit my radar
I'm
so far away
These
rappers
are like
Hunger Games
One
minute
they're
mockin' Jay
Next minute
they
get
their
style
from
Migos
or
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
on
at once
You
wanted
Shady?
You
got
him!
Don't fall
on
my
face
Don't fall
on
my
faith
Don't fall
on
my
fate
Don't fall
on
my
faith
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
smackin'
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
Lackin'
with
it,
'he
ain't spittin'
like
this
on
his
last
shit'
Ho,
you better
go back
and
listen
You know
me
better
thinking
I'll
slow
or
let up
Call it
trap
'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
ahead—
—Gabby
Giffords
My
attack
is
vicious
Jack the Ripper
back in business
Tyler
create
nothin',
I see
why
you
called yourself
a
bitch
It's not just
'cause
you
lack
attention
It's
because
you
worship D12's balls
You're
sack-religious
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
that
feature
when
I
stole the show
Sorry
if
I
took forever
Don't fall
on
my
face
Don't fall
on
my
faith
Don't fall
on
my
fate
Don't fall
on
my
faith
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
Detractors
I
might
have to
Pitchfork
with
a
corkscrew
Just
what the doctor ordered
Revenge
is
the
best
medicine
Increase
the
dose
from least to most
And
then
tell
the
Grammys
to
go and 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 and a prayer
A
beacon
of
hope
put
a
B-I-R-D
in the air
Somewhere
some
kid
is bumpin'
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
probably
Can
compare
me
to
your
car
'cause
I'm
just barely
gettin' started
And
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
telephone
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
inspired
the
Hopsins
the
Logics
the
Coles
the
Seans
the
K-Dots
the
5'9's
and
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
Three's
not
a
crowd
all up in it
Slow
fire