- DJ Premier Book of Rhymes 歌詞
- Eminem DJ Premier
- I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down
I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around Still here now stop me how Your opinion's like a broken calculator that s**t doesn't count Shut your motherf**king mouth I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes My book of rhymes Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes My book of rhymes Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had Haven't used all the tricks I have so like my balls I'm in my bag (my bag) I get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad) sick of wrestlin' this iPad (iPad) Unsuccessfully I might add (might add) and I know it's best to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with readin' everything And let it get the best of me 'til I snap (til I snap) But I need to get off the internet Get off the internet I need to get on the mic Get on the mic You need to get off the internet Internet You need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on s**t Comment on s**t 'Specially s**t you don't like S**t you don't like Don't like it don't listen but don't tell me about your favorite rapper rippin' some s**t he didn't write What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him? Can't use that excuse anymore He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war With a cloud he's yelling "At it again" I talk to your mother she told me she love me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me she showed me the Dougie Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach) She said kicks some fly s**t Fly s**t I said I got wings on my a*s Wings on my a*s Told her my d**k's a cockpit D**k's a cockpit I fly by the seat of my pants Seat of my pants Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded This Instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges When did it start I been cold hearted in this heart Since kindergarten mental sharpness Which makes Slim a walking Dentist office, b***h I invented flossin' Yeah I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from) Now I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from) I can not have no success (have no success) unless when I finally make it (finally make it) I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters) Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up My flow is y'all fool's ceilings If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of Bibles I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols I don't care it's Music To Be Murdered By So Bon Iver can swallow a ****in' Ja Rule bobblehead Then die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha) Ha ha Low sniper I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull is fire All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires smoke tires and Y'all are flow biters So I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes My book of rhymes Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes My book of rhymes Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had Illa Haven't used all the tricks I had So like my balls it's in my bag I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad But gift of gab and pen to pad Turn temper tantrums into anthems Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks Spit your d**nedest you're still gonna hit the canvas Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t, villainous wit with scant less Syllables rip the planet, biblical s**t's finna hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ingoramus To think of the most ridiculous s**t then spit Then pin it against these pitiful rappers Insidious these idiots witty as s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammers Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for Then put your helmet on strap your chin You're 'bout to get you a crash course in Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with Or to go against, f**k would you wanna do that for No offense, but are you retards slow or dense A f**kin' penny has more sense Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal But every thought is so ill and so methodical Thought I swallowed a pill I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame Choice I made swore someday The world would pay less to lose more to gain Daughters raised yesterday glory days adored and praised Ignore the hate address the fake Toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay Before it's gone away but the more you claim That you're gonna point and aim If it join a gang, your s**t isn't goin' to bang You're just boring, lame and more of the same You have an enormous chain but a storm-less brain The most you can form is rain Your s**t is pointless shame as a scoreless game So b***h quit lyin' your denyin' like Mr Porter's name (Ha-ha) Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter Fire motor (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth This is my note to self Sometimes you're gonna bomb So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Preemo take us out Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes my book of rhymes I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes my book of rhymes I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside
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