(Photoshoot!) 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
(Photoshoot!) 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
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
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–
[Verse 1: Eminem]
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 (Yeah)
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 (Nope!)
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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckers on at once
You wanted Shady? You got him!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (Yeah)
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr!)
Don't fall on my fate (Look)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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 (Pump it up!)
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 spittin' like this on his last shit"
Ho, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin' 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 in, cock it back on competition
This is how I shot ahead (Pew)—Gabby Gifford
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 (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (Yeah)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't)
Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (Ha)
Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine (Yeah)
Increase the dose, from least to most
And 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 (Ha-ha)
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 to everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats (Yeah)
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 (Huh)
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' an 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 prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)
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
Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah)
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 oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall… bitch! (Yeah)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
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
(Photoshoot!) Veš, vsakogar bila govoriš me
Kaj si mislijo o meni v zadnjih nekaj mesecih
To je preveč glasen. Mogoče je čas, da povem, "jim, kaj si mislim o njih
Ne sliši se spušča po stopnicah v hodniku iz parkirišča
To je preveč glasen. Three ni množica vse v njej. počasen ogenj
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Ne sodijo na obrazu
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh
Ne sodi v mojo usodo
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh
Ne sodi v mojo usodo
Ne sodijo na my-
[Verz 1: Eminem]
Moram koncentrat proti dirki ura I
Nimam časa za odpadke, da sem že pozno, sem maratonec je tempo
Šel od odvisnika do deloholik, beseda na Dr Dre
V tem prvem marihuane trak, da sem dobil kronični primer (Ja)
In ne samo blowin "dim," manj je v obraz vašega Mama je
Vem, da ta čas Paul in Dre
Ti mi ne bo povedal, kar ne pomeni (nope!)
In čeprav mene in mojih strank dni
Vse precej razšla
Ti bi prisegajo na Boga sem pozabil, da sem človek, ki je "Ne bojte se"
Eden zadnji čas za Charlamagne
Če je moj odgovor z zamudo, to je samo, kako dolgo traja
Zadeti moje jebeno radar, da sem tako daleč
Ti raperji so kot Hunger Games
Eno minuto, oni mockin "JAY
Naslednjo minuto, so dobili svoj slog Migos ali pa kopirati Drake
Mogoče sem samo ne vem, če bi se obrnil in odšel
Toda vse sovraštvo, sem ga poklical Walk-on-Water-Gate
Imel sem toliko, kot sem lahko prenašajo
Sem bolan in utrujen od čakal, sem naredil izgubil potrpljenje
Lahko se vsi kreteni na naenkrat
Želeli ste senčnih? Imaš ga!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon in (Eminem)]
Ne sodijo na obrazu (Ja)
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh
Ne sodijo na moje usode (Line 'em up!)
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh (RRR!)
Ne sodi v mojo usodo (Poglej)
[Verz 2: Eminem]
Nekdo je povedal, Budden preden sem snap, je bolje, da ga pritrdite
Ali ima njegovo telo vrečko dobili z zadrgo
Najbližja stvar, on je moral zadetkov je smackin "psice (to Pump up!)
In ne da bi me morali dati nazaj Akademiks
Reci to sranje je smeti še enkrat, bom si zvit
Tako kot ga je imel, ko si mislil, da me je Slippin "na televiziji
Tudi ko sem gettin 'možgane, da me nikoli ne bomo ujeli z Thot
Pomanjkanje z njim, "On ni spittin", kot je ta na njegovi zadnji drek "
Ho, raje pojdi nazaj in poslušati
Si me bolje spoznali, mislila bom počasi, ali naj se
Razpis je past, ker je to skupno nastavitev
Hopin ", ki vam raperji sodijo, da
Dre je dejal, "Drži glavo gor!" - Kathy Griffin
Stackin "strelivo, klofuta posnetek v, ga tiča nazaj na konkurenco
To je, kako sem posnel pred (Pew) -Gabby Gifford
Moj napad je začaran, Jack Razparač, nazaj v poslu
Tyler ustvariti ničesar, vidim, zakaj si se imenuje ******, prasica
To ni samo zato, ker ste premalo pozornosti
To je zato, ker ste molili kroglice D12 je, da ste vreča-versko
Če boš kritika me
Bolje biti vsaj tako dobro ali bolje
Get Earl je kapuco pulover
Ne glede na njegovo ime je, da vam pomaga skupaj
Nekaj besed, več kot samo dveh črk
Navijači čakal na ta trenutek, kot je to funkcijo
Ko sem ukradel šov (ha), se opravičujem, če sem večno (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon in (Eminem)]
Ne sodijo na obrazu (Ja)
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh (ne bom)
Ne sodijo na moje usode (Line 'em up!)
Ne sodijo na moji veri, oh (Ha)
Ne sodi v mojo usodo (To je preveč enostavno)
[Verz 3: Eminem]
Zapomnite si, da sem tu pred vami
In bom tu, ko bo tek-v za vas
Nasprotniki, da imam za vraga Pitchfork s spiralno
Samo kakšen zdravnik odredil
Maščevanje je najboljše zdravilo (Ja)
Povečanje odmerka, od najmanj do najbolj
In potem povej grammyja iti in se jebi
Ti sesati kri iz vseh največjih umetnikov, kot so nekatere pijavke
Tako se imenuje 'em, dobili' em tam, dobil ime MC predstavo
Vsak parazit potrebuje gostitelja (Ha-ha)
Potem pa album leta za nekoga, ki je nihče ni niti slišal
Vse kar vem je, da sem napisal prav vsako besedo, da vse, kar sem kdaj umorjenega
Čas je, da se loči ovce od kozlov (Ja)
In nimam zaupanja v svoje pisatelje, ne verjamem v duhove
Ko rap to najbolj potrebno, sem bil, da je krilo in molitev (Ha)
Opozorilno znamenje upanja, čaka na B-I-R-D v zraku
Nekje nekaj otrok je bumpin "to pa je lip-sinhronizacijo v ogledalu
Da je kdo delam to za, ostalo mi ni res, tudi za nego
Ampak bi si mislil, da sem carryin "je slovar Oxford v žepu
Kako sem buryin "te umetnike
Na lestvici od "turnt" ste "minus"
Mine pravi "zelo", tvoj pravi "komaj"
In tisto, kar je strašljivo je, da prob'ly me lahko primerjate do avta, ker sem komaj gettin "začel (Woo)
In kolikor Lord Jamar, raje mi pusti pekel sam
Ali pa ti bom pokazal Elvis klon
Hodi v tej hiši ste lastnik, potiska moje medenice
Uporabite svoj telefon in šel prinesi mi daljinca
Dal moje noge gor in samo da sem doma (ja)
Jaz spadam sem, klovn! Ne reci mi, 'bout kulture!
navdih sem se Hopsins, logiko, The Coles, The
Seans, K-pike, da 5'9 "s, in oh
Prinesel svetovno 50 Cent, si čepenje, scat in Jaukanje
Ampak ne bom padla ... prasica! (Ja)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
To je preveč glasen
Ne sliši se spušča po stopnicah v hodniku iz parkirišča
To je preveč glasen
Three ni množica vse v njej
počasen ogenj