(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!) Tá a fhios agat, gach duine Tellin go raibh siad 'me
Cad a cheapann siad mar gheall orm ar feadh cúpla mí anuas
Tá sé ró-ard. B'fhéidir tá sé am mé ag insint 'em cad a cheapann mé mar gheall orthu
Ní féidir a chloisteáil ag teacht síos an staighre halla ón charrchlós
Tá sé ró-ard. Trí s ní slua go léir ar bun ann. tine mall
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo aghaidh
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint
Ná ní thagann siad ar my-
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta díriú, i gcoinne an rás chloig I
Fuair aon am le dramhaíl, tá mé cheana féin go déanach, fuair mé marathoner luas
Chuaigh ó addict go workaholic, focal leis an Dr Dre
Sa chéad marijuana téip-buille faoi thuairim Fuair mé cás ainsealach (Yeah)
Agus nach bhfuil mé ag Blowin díreach 'deatach,' níos lú tá sé i do momma ar aghaidh
Tá a fhios agam an uair Paul agus Dre
Ní bheidh siad insint dom cad nach bhfuil le rá (Nope!)
Agus cé mé féin agus mo laethanta páirtí
An bhfuil na bealaí go leor i bhfad parted
Gur mhaith leat swear le Dia mé dearmad mé an Guy a rinne "Níl sé Eagla"
Amháin uair dheireanach do Charlamagne
Má tá mo freagra déanach, tá sé ach cé chomh fada a thógann sé
A bhuail mo fuckin 'radar, tá mé chomh fada uaidh
Tá na Rappers cosúil Cluichí Ocrais
Nóiméad amháin, tá siad ag mockin 'JAY
nóiméad seo chugainn, a fhaigheann siad a stíl ó Migos nó cóip siad Drake
B'fhéidir nach hamháin bhfuil a fhios agam nuair a dul timpeall agus siúl amach
Ach go léir an fuath, glaoch mé é Siúlóid-ar-Uisce-Geata
Tá mé go raibh an oiread agus is féidir liom a fhulaingt
Tá mé tinn tuirseach de waitin ', chaill mé a rinneadh mo foighne
Is féidir liom a ghlacadh ar fad agat motherfuckers ar ag an am céanna
Raibh tú Shady? Fuair tú é!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo aghaidh (Yeah)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint (Líne 'em suas!)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH (RRR!)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint (Féach)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Somebody inis Budden sula Léim mé, iamh sé níos fearr é a
Nó tá a mhála comhlacht a fháil zipped
Is é an rud is gaire sé ag bhí acu go amas smackin 'bitches (Caidéal sé suas!)
Agus ná déan dom a thabhairt dó ar ais go dtí Akademiks
Abair go bhfuil an cac bruscar arís, beidh mé twisted agat
Cosúil go raibh tú é nuair a cheap tú go raibh tú dom slippin 'ag an teilifís
Fiú nuair atá mé gettin 'inchinn, ní fheicfidh tú ghabháil dom le thot
Ann leis, "Nach bhfuil sé Spittin 'mar seo ar a cac seo caite"
Ho, leat dul níos fearr ar ais agus éisteacht
Tá a fhios agat dom níos fearr, thinkin 'beidh mé mall nó a ligean ar bun
Call sé gaiste 'cúis tá sé ina thus iomlán
Hopin 'go dtagann tú Rappers sa mhéid is go
Dre dúirt sé, "Coinnigh do cheann suas!" - Kathy Griffin
lón lámhaigh Stackin ', slap an gearrthóg, coileach ar ais ar an iomaíocht
Seo é an chaoi a lámhaigh mé amach romhainn (Pew) -Gabby Gifford
Is é mo ionsaí fíochmhar, Jack an Ripper, ar ais i mbun gnó
nothin Tyler chruthú ', feicim cén fáth a dtugtar tú féin a ******, soith
nach bhfuil sé ach 'faoi deara nach bhfuil tú aird
Tá sé mar go adhradh tú D12 ar liathróidí, go bhfuil tú ag sac-reiligiúnach
Má tá tú ag dul a léirmheas me
Tá tú níos fearr ar a laghad a bheith maith nó níos fearr
Faigh Iarla an geansaí Hooded
Is Cuma cad é a ainm a chuir tú le chéile cúnamh
Roinnt focal, níos mó ná dhá litir
An lucht leanúna tar éis fanacht ar an láthair mar sin gné
Nuair a ghoid mé an seó (Ha), tá brón orainn má ghlac mé go deo (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo aghaidh (Yeah)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH (ní bheidh mé)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint (Líne 'em suas!)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chreideamh, OH (Ha)
Ná ní thagann siad ar mo chinniúint (Tá sé ró-éasca)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Just cuimhneamh, bhí mé anseo roimh tú
Agus beidh mé a bheith anseo tar éis duit do rith-i do shon
Detractors, d'fhéadfadh liom a bheith go fuck Pitchfork le corkscrew
Just a cad ordaigh an dochtúir
Revenge an leigheas is fearr (Yeah)
Méadú ar an dáileog, ó ar a laghad go dtí an chuid is mó
Agus inis ansin an Grammys chun dul agus fuck iad féin
Tarraing siad an fhuil ó na healaíontóirí is mó cosúil le roinnt leeches
Mar sin, a ainmniú siad 'em, a fháil' em ann, ainm fháil chun an seó MC
Riachtanais gach seadán a lán (Ha-ha)
Ansin a thabhairt Albam na Bliana le duine éigin go bhfuil aon duine riamh, fiú chuala
Tá gach a fhios I scríobh mé gach focal amháin le gach rud murdered mé riamh
Am a dheighilt ón caoirigh ó ghabhair (Yeah)
Agus fuair mé aon chreideamh i do scríbhneoirí, ní chreidim i taibhsí
Nuair is gá rap é an chuid is mó, bhí mé go sciathán agus paidir (Huh)
A beacon dóchais, a chur B-I-R-D san aer
Áit éigin tá roinnt kid bumpin 'seo fad a liopa-Sioncrónaíonn sé sa scáthán
Sin a bhfuil mé ag déanamh 'sé, an chuid eile ní féidir liom i ndáiríre, fiú cúram
Ach ba mhaith leat smaoineamh Tá mé ag carryin 'an foclóir Oxford i mo phóca
Cén chaoi a bhfuil mé ag buryin 'na healaíontóirí
Ar scála 'turnt' bhfuil tú ag 'lúide'
Deir Mine very, a deir mise 'éigean'
Agus cad atá scary é is féidir leat mé a chur i gcomparáid prob'ly le do charr 'faoi deara Tá mé díreach gettin barely' Thosaigh (Woo)
Agus fada agus is Thiarna Jamar, fhágann tú níos fearr dom an ifreann amháin
Nó beidh mé léiríonn tú Clón Elvis
Siúlóid suas sa teach tú féin, sá mo cnámh pelvic
Bain úsáid as do ghutháin agus téigh beir dom an iargúlta
Cuir mo chosa in airde agus díreach a dhéanamh mé féin sa bhaile (Yeah)
seo mé, fear grinn! Ná inis dom 'bout an gcultúr!
spreag mé an Hopsins, an Logics, an Coles, an
Seans, an K-ponc, an 5'9 "s, agus OH
Thug siad an domhan 50 Cent, rinne tú squat, piss agus moan
Ach tá mé ag dul a titim ... soith! (Yeah)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Tá sé ró-ard
Ní féidir a chloisteáil ag teacht síos an staighre halla ón charrchlós
Tá sé ró-ard
Trí s ní slua go léir ar bun ann
tine mall