You know, everybody's been tellin' me | What they think about me for the last few months | Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
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You know, everybody's been tellin' me | What they think about me for the last few months | Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
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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 Freeze my crown all up in it Slow fire 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 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 And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for Charlemagne 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 mocking Jay Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then 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 it! Don't fall on my face (Yuh) Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (Bbrrr) Don't fall on my fate Look Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body baggage zipped The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches 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 in his last shit" Hoe, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow up, let up Call it traps '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 and cock it back on competition This is how I shot a head (Pew) Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a f-t, bitch It's not just 'cause you lack attention It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious 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 the feature when I stole the show Sorry if I took forever Don't fall on my face (Yuh) 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 Don't fall on my fate It's too easy Just remember, I was here before you And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine Increase the dose, from least to most 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 'em See the show, every parasite needs a host 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 of everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer A beacon of hope, for the B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere, some kid is bumping 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' a Oxford dictionary In my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists On the scale it turns to minus Mines is various as hardly and what's scary is You prolly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started And as 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 You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture I inspire 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, pissed and moaned But I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yuh) It's too loud (Ya) Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud Freeze my crown all up in it Slow fire
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