Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)
Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)
Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Fuck you too, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you, all of you finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys (Woo!)
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
My 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (I)
Run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)
Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah)
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)
They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
Shit get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down
In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)
[Pre-Verse: Eminem]
I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference?
I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (Woo!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghostwriters
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said, "I don't have any answers."
Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually comin' from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"
We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!
But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?
Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat I'ma kill again
Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain to pour
In that drought, y'all been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem]
So y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
哇，依娜，依娜，是啊，是啊，是啊！是啊，我做了做了很多，我一天的事情，我承认这一点
我不收回我说，如果我说那我是认真的
我所有的生活中，我希望有一个格莱美奖，但我会prolly永远不会得到它
我从来没有过任何奖杯或没有娘丝带（耶我说的话）
他妈的系统，我是黑人，篡改法律，切规则
我要不顾一切，我没有得到太多的损失
你们都被eatin'足够长的时间，轮到我来切割食物
通板！凡我喝一杯吗？这是我的天，你真幸运
你他妈的太，呜！
[合唱：乔伊纳卢卡斯]
你们都得动，你们得动，你们得动
给我一些空间，给我一些空间，给我的果汁
跳了轿跑车，跳了轿跑车，跳将出来并拍摄
你们都得动，你们得动，给我的果汁
[诗歌1：乔伊纳卢卡斯]
回到我的废话，我背对着墙
把我的背你，你们完了
回这些子弹，又回到了工作
拉我的MAC出来，所有的你在天边
回到我的引擎盖狗屎，这回推着
这些包，我居然给水站
不能他妈的你说唱，实际上你吸
你可能走了白金销量，但是这并不意味着没什么
实际上，我沉醉这时候
直从厨房出来，我告诉“时间炉是我的
我不他妈的跟你们（呜！）
如果我不杀你，只知道你会去受苦这个时候
我不是黑社会老大，但我得到了一些香肠
一些连锁和一些刀片和一对夫妇刀
斩波器和睡衣，鹧鸪，一树梨花
我的圣诞节12天是没什么，但谎言（I）
像相扑很难在你运行（相扑）
他们说我说话像个诸罗（诸罗）
我住在火星上，我不是布鲁诺（胡）
母狗我是一只狗，叫我Cujo（RAH）
你打你的卡，我对你所有的反向
而且我可能只是画4像乌诺（丁丙诺啡）
Cállate博卡MEJOR，maricón，小普陀，和大家culo（依娜）
他们已经发明了一种水平了在贫民区变老
想追寻的事端我prolly不能现在发现
妈获取相关“直到”诺特尔牛肉平息
事实上，一个黑人真的不想我绑
我一直孤单，我从来不需要任何人
仅仅只有我和我的shotty，我会告诉这些黑鬼躺下
把所有的钱，我从来没有想过的生活方式
我只是祈祷上帝，我的son'll是正常的，现在
我说的是不是对对方没有爱
还是没有人要烟（乔伊纳）谁
当我死了我要去出来的谁从来没有失去希望弱旅（呀）
你在错误的出租车引入歧途
黑人，走错路，走错路（呜，呜）
在草丛中的蛇tryna快速滑行
我刚刚买了一个该死的割草机（弗鲁姆！）
[预诗歌：阿姆]
我做了说我一天洛塔东西，我承认这一点
这是一种方式回报，我就后悔了，我做到了
我做赢了几格莱美奖，但我卖了我的灵魂得到“时间
是不是在它的奖杯，只是该死的识别
他妈的的区别？
我就是黑客，篡改法律，他妈的规则
男人，我曾经不顾一切，现在我得到了太多的损失
我已经eatin'足够长的时间，男人，我的肚子一应具全
我刚吃了，舔着盘子，我的自助餐，我很幸运
他妈的你觉得呢？ （呜！）
[诗2：阿姆]
我有一对夫妇的豪宅
不过我没有任何方式
你有一对夫妇的代笔
但是，这些孩子就没有实际关系
他们阿斯金我说：‘什么他妈的发生嘻哈？’
我说，“我没有任何答案。”
因为我花了一个L时，我放弃了我的最后一张专辑
它伤害了我，就像地狱，但我回到了这些说唱歌手
而实际上，从卑微科曼
我有点不舒服连胜
我想我可以说，“多么美妙的感觉！”
我们在高涨就像我们punchin'天花板！
但没什么好比人的感觉有什么该死的能力
甚至坚持一个主题，它的吞噬着我
由于无法笔谦卑
HA-TA-TA BA-TA-TA，我们为什么不做出一堆
他妈的和喃喃“时间约没什么歌？
他妈的它，我要去为颈
妈是一个马戏团，小丑你是马上就要来了
不要给motherfuck一盎司
关于在这里你之前做说唱的那些
让我们回顾一下，回来的路上，MC对磁带机是肆虐
ADAT是，在G猛龙和凯恩在哪里？
我们需要三垛尽快带来马斯塔·斯回来
导致这些说唱歌手有一半的脑损伤
所有精益说唱，面部纹身，syruped出像树液
我不恨陷阱，我不想显得疯狂
但事实上，在以前的我在哪里？同样的猫
这将采取的反馈，旨在回来，我需要
但我认为这是不可避免的
他们知道什么按钮按下或什么杆拉
让我来捕捉，但（律”婊子）
如果我付它的注意力 - 我prob'ly金它更大
但是，你已经羚牛雅迪克斯在他妈的回来，豪（明白了吗？）
在悬崖的边缘，任何一分钟让我finishin的想着
对乙酰氨基酚和reapin'的好处一切
我开车时睡着了再
随着对邪恶的意图我为峰到想
另一个拍我要杀了再次
因为即使我要再次结束了eatin'药丸
即使氯胺酮或者甲基苯丙胺与minithin
它最好是至少70或300毫克
我不妨再“因为我是最后拜因”小人
各级这个狗屎，我得到了一个电梯
你永远不会对我说我不是一个他妈的纪录打破
我每次听起来像一个破纪录我打破记录
没有人能拿走，我所做的遗产，我永远不会满足
娘，现在我是这个样子的权利
我有我的，尽管里面的DNA
但我滚，直到车轮脱落，我日夜不停的孜孜不倦，AYY
这是你们一直等待着的时刻
像加州许愿雨倒
在干旱，你们都为一直祈祷
我从8英里的左撇子倒台
还是一样的马歇尔，取缔
他们说，作为一个作家的威力我 - 我掉下来了
我回来对公牛像牛仔
[合唱：乔伊纳卢卡斯＆阿姆]
所以你们得动（是的），你们得动（是的），你们得动
给我一些空间，给我一些空间，给我的果汁
跳了轿跑车，跳了轿跑车，跳将出来并拍摄
你们都得动，你们得动，给我的果汁