Hush little angel, don't say a word
Bottle full of pills, passed out on the curb
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go
You decide if you're ever gonna let me know
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more that meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside
You won't ever stop this
The chase is better than the catch
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it
Before we can even talk about it
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're Marshall Mathers
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino - die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
'Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
From the H to the P
On the mic you will see
The people's champ, that's me
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
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
Man wird von ihm erzählen, er war ein guter Junge
Mit Wut in seiner Lunge und dem Herzen auf der Zunge
Die Fehler die er machte, sind tief in ihm verankert
Für jeden Tag mit der Familie ist er dankbar
Und viele Jahre lief es - drehten sich die Rädchen
Bis zum ersten Februar, der Junge traf ein Mädchen
Sie würde vieles ändern und irgendwie geschah es
Dass sie an seiner Seite blieb, endlich etwas Wahres
Zwischen all den Lügen und finsteren Gestalten
Der Junge wurde Vater und nichts blieb mehr beim Alten
I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a fucking deal
Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed
I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls
Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice
Yeah, I been reading them signs
I been losin' my, I been losin' my, I been losin' my mind
Get the fuck out the way, must be this high to play
It must be nice up above the lights
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8' and I'm 6'4', seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope
Don't have a heart attack now
Somebody help your mans up
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
Now tell me, what do you stand for?
I know you can't stand yourself
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
'I think my dad's gone crazy,' yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I like my dick sucked, I'll buy you a sick truck
I'll buy you some new tits, I'll get you that nip-tuck
How you start a family? The condom slipped up
And my niggas gettin' ignorant
Like a lighter, bitch, we ignant
All this water on my neck
Look like I fell when I went fishin'
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom
Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, whats up?
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin', but reflections shows this kid's still got it
Let it be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
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
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
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
Ich kann nur nach oben fall'n, alles, was passierte, war mir vorbestimmt
Vom Sorgenkind zu 'Mama weiß nicht mehr, was Sorgen sind'
Ich stamm' aus Zeiten von Nintendo und Kassettendecks
Aus Zeiten, in den'n man sich fetzte ohne Battlerap
Folgte damals auf ein 'Hurensohn' ein 'Hurensohn'
Wurd' das geklärt, die ganze Schule wurd' zum Publikum
Der erste Kuss, das erste Mal gespürt, was Liebe ist
Anders, aber gleich, als wär' sie ich in Spiegelschrift
In der Nervenklinik Texte wie besessen schreiben
Ich wollt' vergessen und für immer unvergessen bleiben
Als würde mich das intressier'n, dass sie am labern sind
Seit wann erzeugen Schmetterlinge 'nen Tornado-Wind
Gestern hatt' ich nix
Ja, mein Kühlschrank war leer
Heute hab' ich alles
Heute bin ich Millionär
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
Tausend Gründe zu geh'n
Ein einziger reicht, dass ich bleib'
Ey, warum willst du nicht seh'n
Dass wir alles sind, was uns reicht?
Das unser Tag, das ist unsere Zeit
Und sie fliegen nicht mehr an uns vorbei
Denn das ist der Moment
An dem du einmal hängst wenn du irgendwann zurückdenkst
Sie lügen und verraten ihre Brüder für Geld
Doch verrätst du einen and'ern, dann verrätst du dich selbst
Sie denken nur ans Geld, aber haben Angst vor'm Knast
Doch was bringt dir dein Geld, wenn du kein Gesicht mehr hast?
Jeder Part ein Unikat, so wie Mona Lisa
Ich hol' die Schneidezähne aus dei'm Oberkiefer
Kein Rapperbeef, das wird Rufmord
Baller' dir vor die Füße, dass du moonwalkst
Will 'ne Kifferlizenz, so wie Snoop Dogg
Das ist Ruhrpott, fick New York
Kauf ein paar Kilos, sag, ballert mein Stoff?
Stürm' dein Konzert mit 'ner Kalaschnikow
War schon mit vierzehn der Baba im Block
Para im Kopf, ich hab' Para im Kopf
I should’ve let you know, that you’re my only one
I know you’re feeling numb, I'll fuck you 'til you cum
Said, 'I don’t understand, how you don’t got a man'
You want me in your bed, 'cause I've been in your head
I'm cut open, her fingers in all my stab wounds
And if she could she'd probably dance on my grave
Inside my head I see your face
I fuckin' hate that I love you still
Remember when I had that poker
Instead of looking over my shoulder
Forces with a nigga, no Yoda
That mean a young nigga got woo on me
Weit und breit kein Rap-MC
Der über mei'm Rhymelevel liegt
Styles, Lines, Texte, Beats
Recorddeals, Hypes, meine Lifetime-Legacy
Ich wollte mich verändern, zum ersten Mal im Leben
Ich hatte nix, doch wollte euch die Welt zu Füßen legen
Denn das, was ihr mir gabt, gab mir kein Mensch auf dieser Welt
Sowas kauft man nicht mit Geld
Ich schau' euch an und seh' mich selbst
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