(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!) Jūs zināt, visi ir bijuši Tellin 'mani
Ko viņi domā par mani, lai pēdējo mēnešu laikā
Tas ir pārāk skaļa. Varbūt ir pienācis laiks man pateikt 'em, ko es domāju par tiem
Nevar dzirdēt nokāpjam gaiteņa kāpnēm no autostāvvietas
Tas ir pārāk skaļa. Trīs ir ne pūlis viss ir atkarīgs no tajā. Lēna uguns
[Piedziedājums: Justin Vernon]
Neatbilst uz manas sejas
Neatbilst par manu ticību, ak
Neatbilst manā likteņa
Neatbilst par manu ticību, ak
Neatbilst manā likteņa
Neatbilst uz my-
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta koncentrāts, pret pulksteni I sacensībās
Got netērēsim laiku lieki, es jau esmu vēlu, es dabūju maratonskrējējs s tempu
Devās no atkarīgais uz darbaholiķis, vārdu uz Dr Dre
Šajā pirmajā marihuānas lentes uzminēt es saņēmu hronisku lietu (Jā)
Un es ne tikai Blowin "dūmu", mazāk tas ir jūsu Momma sejā
Es zinu šo laiku Paul un Dre
Tie nebūs man pateikt, ko nevar teikt (uz Nē!)
Un, lai gan mani un manu partiju dienām
Vai visi diezgan daudz šķīrās veidos
Jūs vēlaties zvēru Dievs es aizmirsu es esmu puisis, kas padarīja "Not Afraid"
Viens no pēdējā laika Charlamagne
Ja mana atbilde ir par vēlu, tas ir, cik ilgi tas aizņem
Lai sasniegtu savu fuckin 'radaru, es esmu tik tālu
Šie reperi ir kā Bada spēles
Vienu minūti, viņi mockin "JAY
Tālāk minūti, viņi saņem savu stilu no Migos vai tie kopēt Drake
Varbūt es vienkārši nezinu, kad apgriezties un iet prom
Bet visi naida, es aicinu to Walk-on-Water-Gate
Man bija tik daudz, cik es varu panest
Es esmu slims un noguris no Waitin ", es darīts pazaudējis savu pacietību
Es varētu veikt jums visiem motherfuckers par uzreiz
Tu gribēji Shady? Tu got viņam!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Neatbilst uz manas sejas (Jā)
Neatbilst par manu ticību, ak
Neatbilst par manu likteni (Line "em up!)
Neatbilst par manu ticību, ak (RRR!)
Neatbilst par manu likteni (Look)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Kāds pateikt Budden pirms es snap, viņš labāk nostipriniet
Vai ir viņa ķermenis soma nokļūt saspiests
Vistuvāk lieta viņš bija hits ir smackin "kuces (Pump it up!)
Un nav mani ir dot to atpakaļ uz Akademiks
Ka sūdi ir miskaste atkal, es ņemšu jūs vītā
Tāpat kā jums bija, kad jūs domāja, jums bija mani slippin "pie televīzija
Pat tad, kad es esmu gettin 'smadzenes, jūs nekad nozvejas mani ar Thot
Trūkst ar to, "Viņš nav Spittin 'kā šis viņa pēdējā sūdi"
Ho, jūs labāk iet atpakaļ un klausīties
Ziniet man labāk, thinkin "es palēnināt vai ļaujiet augšu
Call to lamatas "izraisīt tas ir pavisam iestatīšana
Hopin "ka jūs reperi krist, ka
Dre teica: "Turiet galvu augšā!" - Kathy Griffin
Stackin "munīcija, iepļaukāt klipu, gailis to atpakaļ uz konkurenci
Tas ir, kā es shot priekšu (Pew) -Gabby Gifford
Mans uzbrukums ir apburtais, Džeks Uzšķērdējs, atpakaļ biznesā
Tyler izveidot nothin ", es redzu, kāpēc jūs sauc sev ******, kuce
Tas ir ne tikai "izraisīt jums trūkst uzmanību
Tas ir tāpēc, ka jūs pielūdzat D12 ir bumbiņas, jūs maiss, reliģisko
Ja jūs gonna kritika mani
Jūs labāk vismaz tikpat labi vai labāk
Iegūt Earl kapuci džemperītis
Neatkarīgi no viņa vārds ir jums palīdzēt salikt kopā
Daži vārdi, vairāk nekā tikai divi burti
Fani gaidīja šo brīdi, piemēram, šo funkciju
Kad es nozaga parādīt (ha), sorry, ja man bija uz visiem laikiem (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Neatbilst uz manas sejas (Jā)
Neatbilst par manu ticību, ak (es ne)
Neatbilst par manu likteni (Line "em up!)
Neatbilst par manu ticību, oh (Ha)
Neatbilst par manu likteni (Tas ir pārāk viegli)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Tikai atceraties, es biju šeit pirms jums
Un es būšu šeit, pēc tam, kad jūs veicat palaist-in jums
Detractors, es varētu būt fuck dakšām ar spirālveidīgs
Tikai to, ko ārsts pasūtīts
Revenge ir labākās zāles (Jā)
Palieliniet devu, no vismaz uz lielāko daļu
Un tad pateikt Grammy balvas iet un izdrāzt sevi
Tās sūkāt asinis no visiem lielākajiem māksliniekiem, piemēram, dažos dēles
Tāpēc viņi nominēt 'em, get' em tur, iegūt vārdu MC parādīt
Katrs parazīts nepieciešams uzņēmēja (Ha-ha)
Tad dod albumu gadu kādam, ka neviens nav nekad pat dzirdējis
Viss, ko es zinu, es uzrakstīju katru vārdu viss, ko es jebkad noslepkavoti
Laiks, lai atdalītu aitas kazas (Jā)
Un es saņēmu nav ticības saviem rakstniekiem, es neticu spokiem
Kad rap ir visvairāk nepieciešams, man bija, ka spārnu un lūgšana (Huh)
Cerību stars, ielieciet B-I-R-D gaisā
Kaut kāds mazulis bumpin "Tas, kamēr viņš lūpu-sinhronizē spogulī
Tas ir, kas es esmu doin 'to, pārējais man nav īsti pat aprūpe
Bet jūs domājat, ka es esmu carryin "Oksfordas vārdnīcā manā kabatā
Kā es esmu buryin 'šos māksliniekus
Skalā no "turnt" jūs "mīnus"
Mine saka "ļoti", jums saka: "diez '
Un, kas ir biedējošu jūs prob'ly var salīdzināt mani ar savu auto, "izraisīt Es esmu tikko Gettin 'sākusies (Woo)
Un cik Lord JAMAR, jūs labāk atstāt mani ellē vienatnē
Vai es jums parādīs Elvis klons
Walk līdz šajā mājā jums pieder, vilces manu iegurņa kaulu
Izmantojiet savu telefonu un doties atnest man tālvadības
Put manas kājas uz augšu un tikai padara sevi mājās (Jā)
Man pieder šeit, klauns! Vai nav man pateikt "cīkstēšanās kultūru!
Es iedvesmoja Hopsins, loģiku, tad Coles, tad
Seans, K-Dots, ka 5'9 "s, un ak
Cēla pasaules 50 Cent, jūs tupēt, mīzt un vaidēt
Bet es neesmu gonna samazināties ... kuce! (Jā)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Tas ir pārāk skaļi
Nevar dzirdēt nokāpjam gaiteņa kāpnēm no autostāvvietas
Tas ir pārāk skaļi
Trīs ir ne pūlis viss ir atkarīgs no tajā
Lēna uguns