(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!) Hûn dizanin, tellin been her kesî 'min
Çi ku ew li ser min ji bo van çend mehên dawî de
Ev jî pir bilind e. Dibe ku dema ew e ez em dibêjim 'tiştê ku ez li ser wan bifikirin
nabihîzin ew dihat xwarê pêlikan re depê ji gelek parkkirinê de
Ev jî pir bilind e. ne elaleteke sê ji hemû up di wê de. agir Slow
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Ma li ser rûyê min bikeve ne
Ma li ser baweriya min hilnaweşe, oh
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne
Ma li ser baweriya min hilnaweşe, oh
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne
Nekeve li diriim
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta dijîn, li dijî race saetê ez
Got tu dem ji bo wunda, ez jî îdî dereng im, ez pace a marathoner ya rabû
ji muptelayê çû workaholic, gotina Dr. Dre
In ku temanê yekem tape-qey ez doza kronîk rabû (Erê)
Û ez bi awayekî ne blowin 'dûman,' kêmtir ew li rûyê momma te ye
Ez dizanim ku di vê demê de Pawlos û Dre
Ew wê ji min re bêjin, ne ku çi bêje, ne (Nope!)
Û tevî ko min û rojan partiya min
Ma hemû riyên rind pir cuda bû
Hûn ê bo xatirê Xwedê, min ji bîr kir ku ez li guy ku hatine çêkirin "Not Afraid" im
Yek cara dawî ji bo Charlamagne
Eger bersiva min dereng e, ev tenê çawa dirêj ew digire
To xist fuckin min 'radar, ez pir im dûr
Ev rappers wek Hunger Games in
One minute, ew mockin nûçegîhaniya 'Jay
minute Next, ew dest style xwe ji Migos an ew kopî Drake
Dibe ku ez tenê nizanin dema ku ji bo vegerin û li rêve dûr
Lê belê hemû nefretê, ez jê re dibêjin Walk-li-Water-Gate
Ez bi qasî hebûn ku ez dereceyekê dikare
Ez nexweş û yên Waitin mandî me ', min kir, min sebir min dest
Ez nikarim hemû yên we motherfuckers li ser di cih de
Te dixwest tu Shady? Te ji wî re got!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Ma li ser rûyê min bikeve ne (bawo)
Ma li ser baweriya min hilnaweşe, oh
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne (Line 'em up!)
Ma li ser baweriya min, oh bikeve ne (RRR!)
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne (binêre)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Kesekî re dibêjim Budden berî ez biteqin, ew baştir ew çespandina
An jî bibin xwedî bag bedena xwe dest zipped
Ya herî nêz tiştê ew jî neçar hits e 'qehpê smackin (it Pump up!)
Û çi nakin, min bi xwe ew paş bidin Akademiks
Dibêjin ev shit trash dîsa e, ez ji we re badayî, dê
Weke hûn jî hebû, ku gava te guman hebû min slippin 'li dî
Çimkî gava ku ez gettin 'mejî im, hûn ê qet ji min re bi thot de negire
De kêmahiya we bi ev, "Ew spittin ne 'wekî vê li ser cara shit wî ye"
Ho, hûn baştir vegerim û guhdarî
Hûn ji min baştir dizanin ku, thinkin 'ez ê bi derengî an bila up
Banga ev xefik 'doza ku ev setup total e
Moon 'ku hûn rappers in ku bikevin
Dre got, "Hold serê we be!" - Kathy Griffin
cebilxane Stackin ', difikîne clip in, ku dîk bang dîsa li ser pêşbirkê
Ev e ku çawa ez bi guleyan li pêşiya (Pew) -Gabby Gifford
êrîşa min faşîzan e, Jack li Ripper, dîsa di biznisê de
Tyler ava Nothin ', ez dibînim, çima tu bi xwe a ******, bitch navê
Ev tenê ne 'bi doza we kêm bala
Ev ji ber ku hûn diperizinê gogan D12 da, hûn çewal-olî nûçegîhaniya
Eger tu gonna rexneya min
We çêtir qet nebe weke baş an jî çêtir be
Get Earl li Hooded Sweater
Her tiştê ku navê wî ji bo alîkariya we bi hev re danîn
Hinek gotinên, bêtir ji tenê du nameyên
The fans ji bo vê gavê de mîna ku taybetiya li benda
Dema ku min dizî li show (Ha), bibore, eger ez her û her girt (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Ma li ser rûyê min bikeve ne (bawo)
Ma li ser baweriya min hilnaweşe, oh (ez ne wê)
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne (Line 'em up!)
Ma li ser baweriya min hilnaweşe, oh (Ha)
Ma li ser çarenûsa min bikeve ne (Ev jî hêsan)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Just remember, ez li ber we di vir de bû
Û ez li vir bim, piştî hûn run-in ji bo te
Hêzîn, ez ji bo fuck Pitchfork bi depikkêş
Just çi bijîşk ferman
Tolhildan baştirîn derman e (Erê)
Zêdekirina dozî, ji herî kêm ji bo herî
Û paşê bi bînîtin bêjin, bila biçin û fuck xwe
Ew bizaro xwîn ji hemû mezintirîn hunermendên wekî hinek çilingdaran
Îcar ew namzed, 'em, dest' em li wir, dest bi navekî MC li show
Her parsek lazim a host (Ha-ha)
Hingê Album of the Year ji bo kesekî, ku tu kes heta her û her, heta yên bihîst bide
All ez dizanim ev e, ez her peyvekê ji bo tiştên ku min berê kuştin nivîsî
Time ji hev cuda miyan ji bizinan (Erê)
Û êdî ez bawerî li nivîskarên xwe rabû, ez li sawêrên bawer ne
Dema rap jê re pêwîst e herî, min ew bû ku baskê û dua (Huh)
A ronahiya hêviyê, ya B-ez-R-D li hewa xist
Li cihekî, hin kid bumpin ye 'vê dema ku ew qölixî-syncs di neynikê de
Ji ber ku ez dixwim 'ev ji bo, ji aliyê din ez rastî heta lênêrîna ne
Lê tu dê wisa difikirim ku ez carryin 'an ferhenga Oxford di berika xwe de
Çawa ez buryin 'van hunermendan
Li ser skalayek ji 'Abi' we 'minus' nûçegîhaniya
Mine dibêje, 'gelek', te dibêje, 'hema bêje'
Û çi nagera e hûn prob'ly dikarin min otomobîla te bişibînin dest 'ji ber ku ez tenê bi zorê gettin im' (Woo)
Û heta ku Xudan Jamar, hûn baştir ji min re li dojehê bi tenê bihêle
An jî ez ê ji te re an clone Elvis nîşan
Walk xwe li vê malê xwe, derxistin bone qorikê min
Bi kar telefona xwe û here min pûanên pędivî
Pişta lingên min hildan û tenê xwe li malê bide (Erê)
Ez xwe ji vir, xwese! Ma ji min re bêjin ne 'bout çanda!
Ez îlhama xwe ji Hopsins, radixîne, ji Coles, ji
Seans, ji K-Dots, li 5'9 "s, û oh
Anî dinyayê, 50 Cent, tu squat kir, ku mîz û hilmekê,
Lê ez keyfxweş hilnaweşe ... bitch! (Erê)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Ev pir bilind
nabihîzin ew dihat xwarê pêlikan re depê ji gelek parkkirinê de
Ev pir bilind
ne elaleteke sê ji hemû up di wê de
agir Slow