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kertosäe:
N- n- now th- that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man I've been waitin' all night now
That's how long I've been on ya

kertosäe2:
I need you right now
I need you right now

Lets get lost tonight
You could be my black kate moss tonight
Play secretary I'm the boss tonight
And you don't give a fuck what they all say right?
Awesome, the christian and and kristen dior
Damn they don't make 'em like this anymore
I ask, cause I'm not sure
Do anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
Cause right now thou has forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I would even show up to this fake shit
So go ahead go nuts go ape shit
Specially on the pastel on my bape shit
Act like you can't tell who made this
New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters

kertosäe

kertosäe2

Me likey

I don't know if you got a man or not,
If you made plans or not
God put me in the plans or not
I'm trippin' this drink got me sayin' a lot
But I know that god put you in front of me

So how the hell could you front on me
There's a thousand you's there's only one of me
I'm trippin' I'm caught up in the moment right?
This is louis vuitton dime night
So we gon' do everything that kan like
Heard they'd do anything for a klondike
Well I'd do anything for a blonde-dike
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Ugh, baby you're makin' it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

kertosäe3:
N- n- now th- that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man I've been waitin all night now
That's how long I've been on ya

kertosäe2

You know how long I've been on ya?
Since prince was on apollonia
Since oj had isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya (6x)
Baby you're making it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

kertosäe3

I need you right now (4x)

You know how long I've been on ya?
Since prince was on apollonia
Since oj had isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya
Never told ya (4x)

Never over (8x)

How come... we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to hide it. you're cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
I can sense it and I dont like it.

How come... we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player
the one thats changing is you.

How come... we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.

How come... we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit
cause I'm like...
the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's
got a fuckin problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me
after the show...
Because...

These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady"
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirt
and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like siblin' rivalry
Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me B

These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band (9x)

You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back

Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
(No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say somethin
Hey yo Em
(You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man

These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)

***dammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loop
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who's D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
and it just tares my ass apart to know that you dont know my band...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My Band (9x)

The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance
My salsa, look out for my next single,
it's called My Salsa...
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)

kertosäe:
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid

[Kon Artis]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!

[Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh)
Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs

kertosäe

[Proof]
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music

[Swifty McVay]
I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!

[Kuniva]
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!

[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..

kertosäe

It's fight music!

Sun käsivarsilla liikaa on painoa
Lasittuneen katseen taakse piilottaa
Kun luotisateessa ilman suojia
Näin otat vastaan maailmasi painon

kertosäe:
Katsot kuinka kaunisti sodan jälkeen taas palaa
Niin sinä ompelet sulan kerrallaan
Pieniin siipiin että lentäisit taas
Ja niin annat kivun sun surun puuduttaa
Vaikka arvet se jättää
Sun mentävä on

Vaikka polvillaan rukouksen antaa
Vain yksi laukaus ja sanasi näin perille kantaa
Ja sinun arvokkuus väärin punnitaan
Liian monta askelta ja niin turhaan

kertosäe

Sun mentävä on

Niin sinä ompelet sulan kerrallaan
Pieniin siipiin että lentäisit taas
Ja niin annat kivun sun surun puuduttaa
Vaikka arvet se jättää
Sun mentävä on

kertosäe:
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit torn apart We never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter
I never drag 'em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to
I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader
My crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside 'em
That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line, you just don't cross it, and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth
And talking about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did
I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV
Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live, like fuck it
I understand, this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute

kertosäe

It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it
It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him
Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
Meanwhile my intentions pulley'd in other directions
Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it
That motha fucker can get it too, fuck 'em then
But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc
And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us
As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
Strictly to show they support us
Maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love 'em back
And to let 'em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in
our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further
Now don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coping
I'm just willing to be the bigger man
If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking
Cause frankly I'm sick of talking
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious

kertosäe

Kun me tavattiin, oli helppoo
Meni päiviä katsomatta kelloo
Mitään vastaava kokenu ennen
Oltiin ku luotuja toisillemme
Mitä kävi, en käsitä mitenkään
Riidellään, sovitaan ja sit taas riidellään
Pelkkää riitaa ja kummalkin kiirettä
Pinnat kireellä, ero vireillä

Musta tuntuu kuin kädenkäännös
Joist puuttuu kädenväännös
On sekasin pelisäännöt
Mitä sanot, yritetäänkö?
Voitko olla varma musta?
En petä sun luottamusta
Vaikka riitely tuottais tuskaa
En päästä irti susta

kertosäe:
Ei jaksa riidellä enää
Voitasko sopia tää jo tänää?
Ovet paukkuu ja taas kerran pyydän sua jäämään
Ei riidellä enää
Sovitaan tää tänää
Ovet paukkuu

Ei oo salaisuus et mullon ollu noita kertoja, vakioit, sääntöjä, kuvioit
Mun mielestä ne on vanhoja asioit
Enkä tajuu et miks ne taas esiin toit
Jos tuijotan, mut oon vaan mies hei, heti selaat mun tekstiviestei
Tein mielestäs liikaa töitä
Epäilet mun studioöitä
Näin suhteet ajautuu kriisiin
Jos toinen on salapoliisi
Ei järjen häivää touhus
Ei sukat vaan mustat sukkahousut
Sä huolehdit suotta musta
En petä sun luottamusta
Vaikka riitely tuottaa tuskaa
En päästä irti susta

kertosäe

En malta oottaa et taas tääkin riita ohi on
Koska sitten me voidaan rauhas tehä sovinto

kertosäe (3x)

"Moi, se on Ilkka Seiskast.
Kysysin vaan siit tosiseikast
Ku olit hakannu akkas niin et silt peruuntu mallikeikat
Onks tää sulle tuttuu? Onks sattunu ennenki?
Voit puhuu tai olla puhumat, juttuu tulee kuitenki."

Ihme spedet jaksaa ahdistella, soitella
Ku tuli vihjet, ja vähän tiedustella
Olinks mä siel? Minne mä menin?
Olinks mä bileissä Kemis?
Heiluin alasti hotellis? Olin damissa bordellis?
Ja skideille jotka tonne paskaa koodaa jaksaa
Soittakaa mulle nii voin viikkorahaa alkaa maksaa
Ja pikkuräppärit jaksaa vaan valittaa aina
"Ezkimo ei osaa rhaimaa" ja muuta shaibaa
Vaikka kaikki tajuu et oikeesti mieltäs painaa
Vaan se et kukaan ei tuu sua koskaan sainaa
Ei voi vakavasti ottaa, voi vaa nauraa
Jauhakaa vaa rauhas koska Eezau sanoo vaa et

Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
Kai sä tajuut että mä sanoon vaan et
Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
Kaikki ketkä tajuu sanoo vaa et

Ja oot varmaa kuullu kaupungilla juoruu
Kusi noussu päähän nii et korvist ulos kuohuu
Ku sillon kerran istuin nurkkapöydäs ihan naamat
Eikä kiinnostanu mitä joku tuntematon paasaa
Ai olinks mä niin sekasin ku tein sen etnisen?
Hetkinen, entisen.. vaahtoot ku epileptinen!
Ja oot vähän skeptinen suhteen mun tekstien
En oo tarpeeks tekninen, vähän liian hektinen
"Ehän vedä kamaa, ei, enkä jaksas nyt jutella.
Joo ihan sama ku en jaksas nyt kuunnella.
Levy tulee joskus joo, mut voisit sä ny siirtyy siitä?
Levyy tulee heti joo jos et lähe nyt jo kiitää!"

"No moi, se on Ile taas tässä
Olit ollu lauantaina vähän bilettämässä?
Ja oliks sellanen nyt sitte asian laita
Et olit uhkaillu siel syyttä muita asiakkaita?"

Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
Kai sä tajuut että mä sanoon vaan et
Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
Kaikki ketkä tajuu sanoo vaa et

Ihan sama mitä jauhat
E vaa nauraa maitopartaa
Sul ei oo taitoo dusaa musaa
Tai skabaa munkaa missää muuskaa
Sä tiput taas puusta ja tunget pääs puskaa
Kun mä alan bustaa mun ei tarvi ees rustaa
Nyt riittii, no ei, lisää settii sitteki
Ois ollu iisii jäädä jauhaa nettiin itekki
"Se on sitä, se on tätä, se on tota, joo" C'mon!
Ens kerran ku avaudut kaikki tietää mitä sanoo

Blaa, bla bla bla

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar