Kamikaze de Eminem

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1. The Ringer5:37

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   Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (blllt) Full magazine could take staples out Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a sub-par bar Even have an opinion if you, you mention me Millions of views, attention the news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get What the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probably no Get this fuckin' audio out my audio, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled) Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence Bang it like a pipe bench While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch Like vice-president Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip This are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man How many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You will never see M icy, but as cold as I get on the MIC I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah) Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough Nah, turn the Valium up 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now When it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks you'll just turn around and just be like Man, how the fuck sourpuss gonna get mad Just 'cause his album sucks and now he wants to take it out on us? (ooh) But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy of the Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy ‘zae Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with being humble And rumor is I'm hungry I'm sure you heard bumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that I'm from will pummel you That's what it's comin' to What the fuck are you gonna do, where you runnin' to? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two And dump on you if you ain't Joyner If you ain't Kendrick or Cole Or Sean then you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it 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 acting like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it 'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be, regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself from the jaws of defeat And rise to my feet I don't see why y'all even started with me I get impeached My enemies die I don't ceasefire till at least all are deceased I'm eastside, never be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't sleep Not even a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't even orange Oh my God, that's a reach Shout to all my colorblind people Each and every one of y'all If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine Or you think water is pink Dawg, that's a date Looks like an olive to me Look, there's an apple No it's not, it's a peach! So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, Dookie Dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway Doesn't matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in like a one a day I'm not done (preach) 'Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people turnin' Is makin' it seem worthless It's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to That he's deserted But I think it's workin' These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too scared to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person To see if I really think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists I said: Only when it comes to ink and lyricists But my beef is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist They can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis 'Cause they been panning my album to death So I been giving the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh But they been puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleaners
2. Greatest3:46

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   Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (yeah), sayin' I should quit (yeah) I fuckin' tell them make me (bitch), eat a fuckin' dick (yeah) I'm feelin' like the greatest (woo), wanna be whoever did it Mike Will the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics I'm so outlandish they say You say that we're cut from the same cloth but I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the latter day saints Manic states, even padded with automatic stay pray Gat anything that may stay in their way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a tray eh, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my cat-scan that day I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan tasks cam and ashtray I'm turning back to a madman can't take anymore But I try to get away from the anger and rage my basic alias is an A to the K Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs ain't givin' ways ankle The ways you chumps don't even know how to do somethin' To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin' you won't give someone a lump in their throat If you had them choked up you'd be yankin' my chain Feelin' like I'm headed for a padded cell the- Bar for me what I rap, is it there? But, guess that's the standard I'm held to But if somethin' like that doesn't tell you You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure But you better take it back to the shelter and Hamburger Helper 'Cause dammit I'm still the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest joker to honkey sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?) Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha) Wait, what was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know there's people that are pissed about the way I misprounouced a name Die Antwoord! Fuck! I still can't say the shit But how quickly they forget who the fuck I was Now ninja try to duck my slugs to let ya girl get fucked by monks I'd like to give a shout to Cypress This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to give you a shout Now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time tokin' rappers I hear you talkin' shit, I'm just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window, somebody better child-proof it 'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers I'll do shit You don't got the tools, I got my toolkit, I bullshit you not Ya'll fools just forgot that I'm so fuckin' awful with the thoughts And when I'm hostile and impossible to stop So you call it an Austral 'cause it's not-gonna-ever I'll never let up on the pedal might as well get the mop 'Cause I'm wiping everyone up in this genre 'Cause on the mic I fee like I'm the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest joker to honkey sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest Oh yeah and one more thing I want to mention Is you're one dimension I'm a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention I love contentions so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin', gotta strut like I flunked suspension And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah) Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like a raft I just [?] with a ISIS flag, bet you I come back twice as bad (uh) Revival didn't go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that I'm finna hip back 'til I run out of gun powder and split the scene Hold the mic like similar to pistol squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips and the clips got the cig lit like it's nicotine drinking, [?] gets mean Bars on these boys when I split them schemes That's why I call the motherfuckers M-16's Float like a butterfly, I'ma sting like a bee you ain't harming a thing I get a day hard as I'm gonna swing, I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling But like a wedding band you gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring An anomaly, I'm Muhammad Ali 'cause I know one day I'm gonna be the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest joker to honkey sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest
3. Lucky You4:04
4. Paul (Skit)0:35

   Letra

   Yo Em, what's going on Dre gave me a copy of the new album and i just..........fuck it.(Hangs up)
5. Normal3:42

   Letra

   Yo, how do I keep (I don't know what's up with these hoes) Getting in relationships like this (I'm just sayin') Maybe it says something about me Should I look in the mirror? I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why you always need a lecture? My ex hates to talk, she's a texter Even when I'm in bed layin' right next to her Wants to get back together Said not till she gets her act together She thinks I'm bein' mean And now she starts to scream and shout She's about to let the demons out She don't want to see me with other females out I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house in her evening gown with her cleavage out We've been down this road too many times for me to count And all I can think about is how I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Like a fuckin' terrestrial Guess it comes with the territory My ex girl, she just declared war Therefore, I better prepare for it I guess bein' weird's normal And I don't know what's got a hold of me Most notably I've been zone [?] I'm totally open, hoplessly devoted So much so that I bet you she don't know That she's the first thing I think of when I wake up And the last thing I think of before I go to sleep Sike Hope she don't notice me goin' through her purse I know she cheats [?] She's heartless No wonder we're partners Both got hundreds of charges Domestic disputes but we've always Swept it under the carpet Even when 911 gets the call that I slipped up and busted her jaw with A Louisville Slugger 'cause alls it Really does is make our love For each other grow stronger She won me over the second she tried to run me over Told her I'd keep a hun We all but kicked her out, called her back now she's coming over But why is she so wicked? And how the fuck did I get so twisted I wish I won someone like a [?] We're like nitrogen and hydrogen mixed with Ignitable liquids But I'm finally seeing She's only mine for the time being That's why I keep bringing up that one time she Tried to two time me And throw it up in her face till I dry heave How could I be so naive? Should I leave or turn this entire evening Into a fucking crime scene Maybe I'm just too ugly to compete with him You weren't supposed to agree you fucking bitch Especially when you're the one cheated first Now the argument immediately becomes heated You don't want me flip little conceded cunt Eat a monkey dick wrapped in a stuffed pita Fajita slut treat just like a drum Beat it, complete it, and once you've succeeded, repeat it! I love you but I hope you fucking die though In our business your friends like to pry so You've got 'em all under cover just like a most Hoppin' they'll come back with intel But I'm the one who's thrown into the spiral 'Cause now the roles are reversed so here I go Thinkin' I'm sly as I scroll through you're iPhone Who the fuck's Milo? The guy at work who drives a hi-lo I put a tracking device on your Crystler And follow you while you drive home But like a cyclone, I just got my disguise blown You recognize me and had Milo flip me off right out the passenger side window I hit a light pole, you skirt off and then pull up at 5am in the drive in a stretch white limo Stumble in the side door and hit me head with Milo's demo But like a drunk bum what do I know? Let's sleep on it like they did Revival I told you you're the apple of my eye so shut your pie hole Just wanna be normal Why can't you be normal? Yeah, I just wanna be normal Why can't you be normal?
6. Em Calls Paul (Skit)0:49

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   [Aye yo Paul, It's Em I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing And I know that he's not 'thrilled' about the video What does he 'wanna be startin' somethin'?' Well I'll show him who's really 'bad' Paul, 'the way you make me feel' with these calls You should really take a look at the 'man in the mirror' And tell him to 'beat it' because I 'won't stop till I get enough' Do you 'remember the time' we were watching the 'Billy Jean' video? Well he'll always be that Michael to me And it doesn't matter if he's 'black or white' Because I 'can't stop loving him' and I hate plastic surgeons And I hope they all fucking die! How do you like that? And I like him, I like him a lot I want to touch him but I can't Excuse me, I'm taking a shit Sorry Anyways, call me back I have this idea about how I want to end the show So, hit me when you get this message fucker Oh, and by the way No I don't have a new gun *click* (goddamn it)
7. Stepping Stone5:09

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   Its 2002, everything was totally new We were globally huge Watching sales go through the roof We wrote and we viewed it Runyon Avenue soldiers included A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse We were so bulletproof wrote, souped and soaked in our youth Thought we was running shit till we lost the sole of our shoe The death of Doody broke us in two We were thrown for a loop, ain't none of us know what to do And at the time I was going through my own struggles too So I wasn't in no condition to be coaching us through Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew I was hoping they do so I ain't have to shoulder the group The plan was put everyone in position so that they knew How to stand on they own and I don't want to open up wounds I just noticed the oomf was gone when we go in the booth Cause the truth is the moment that proof died, so did the group If I could leave this world behind I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line Turn to the river with you Help me leave this all behind I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may May end up running back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones It was never the same, and it's bothered me since And the farther we drift apart the more awkward it gets The more time goes by, the more life happens And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got us in The debacle we're in, been with you guys thick and thin But it's almost as if sometimes we're not even friends Which reminded me Biz, Rockstar was the shit Y'all could've got you a hit without me on the shit If you've put D12 on it, wish I could've did More than try talking you into coming up off of it I know it wasn't my fault, but part of it probably is I think of all of the trips to BET and the rappers I wish that we would've politicked with Maybe y'all coulda clicked and got you some features But that's water under the bridge But I'm washing my sins in it till my concious is clear If I could leave this world behind I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line Turn to the river with you Help me leave this all behind I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may May end up running back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones Bacardi in hand Never thought the party would end One minute you're bodyin' shit but then your audience splits You can already sense the climate is starting to shift To these kids you no longer exist Went from rainin' cats and dogs in this bitch To tiny drops full of drips And by the time your reign is over, you'll hardly be missed You start thinkin' of all the artists you gift All the carnage you left Is this the kinda karma you get? For turning your fuckin' back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift A Freudian slip Subconsciously, I honestly wished I ain't feel so much guilt and y'all didn't harbor resentment But it's hard to pretend that y'all ain't got none of this Wish I had words But I guess they're just ownin' for this Still, my point is I just can't say how sorry I am This is not how I planned for our story to end I love all of you, men But I just can't be the guy Everybody depends on for entire careers 'Cause that's not even fair I will always be here But that spark isn't there And I don't know how to recapture that time and that air I've tried hearkening back to But I'm fighting for air I'm barely charting myself Feels like I'm under the sink But it was not my intent To treat y'all like a stepping stone Though I ain't left no one behind But we been down every road Done all we possibly can I know we kept up our hopes But the longer we spend livin' this lie that we live The less is left for closure, so let's let this go It's not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may May end up running back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones Ask us a question
8. Not Alike4:48
9. Kamikaze3:36

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   Okay, how do I say this? (Fack, fack, fack) Last year didn't work out so well for me (Fack, fack, fack) (fack last year) 2018, well (fack, fack) Yeah, I'm a fuckin' kamikaze crashin' into everything You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bed sheet and the comforter Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass I'll ride through your cul-de-sac Window cracked, bumpin' your reference tracks You collaborative effort rap, I have never said his raps Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap And ruined your welcome mat So spit that shit from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it While I teabag the microphone 'cause I go nuts on it Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment Headed right at opponents and I'm the fuckin' pilot that flown it I'm 'bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and I've just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, y'all shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna I turned to rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't (wasn't) From the moment I heard rap was cussin', I was in (was in) Which is why I identify with the guy Who I was invented by, Dre's Frankenstein Energized like a nine volt, ice cold Like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll But if the only reason I blowed is 'cause I'm white though Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (ooh) Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note Here come the guys in white coats tryin' to stop me 'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes 'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone I don't think this typhoon's lettin' up any time soon, here I go Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and I've just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, y'all should've let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Smash (Kamikaze, kamikaze Kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze Take a look at what I've done) I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee That way that shit was so ass it's somethin' we wouldn't dare re-air The shit's embarrassing as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher Each nut is the chair width of an acorn, stairlift beware of me Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin' every beat there is Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin' Somethin' evil is lurkin', I'm no conspiracy theorist But somethin' here is afoot—oh yeah, it's my dick Get the measurin' stick (what?), twelve inches of wood Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert And I've come to pay respects 'Cause if you sleep you're fucked—other words You get laid to rest and I hope your butt is hurt Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book You got some views, but you're still below me Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth And you know I've always spoke the truth You lyin' through your teeth so much you broke a tooth And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
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