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Book of Rhymes (feat. DJ Premier)

アーティスト:Eminem  アルバム:Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition)  作詞:M. Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. Martin/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nasir Jones/P Rock  作曲:M. Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. Martin/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nasir Jones/P Rock  発売年:2020 

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I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah) I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah) Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator That shit doesn't count Shut your motherfuckin' 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 (Yeah), every thought that I had Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag) Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad) Unsuccessfully, I might add And I know it's best to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with reading 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 shit? (Comment on shit) Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like) Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit 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 yellin' at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved 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, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit) I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass) Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit) I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit'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, bitch, 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 cannot 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 shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way) My floor 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 fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha) Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome


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