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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Eminem
Eminem
Stimme und Gesang
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Tasteninstrumente
Black Thought
Black Thought
Stimme und Gesang
Denaun
Denaun
Stimme und Gesang
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Stimme und Gesang
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter:in
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter:in
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Songwriter:in
Galt MacDermot
Galt MacDermot
Songwriter:in
Andre Weston
Andre Weston
Songwriter:in
Charles Bobbit
Charles Bobbit
Songwriter:in
Denaun Porter
Denaun Porter
Songwriter:in
Fred Wesley
Fred Wesley
Songwriter:in
James Brown
James Brown
Songwriter:in
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter:in
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter:in
William Hines
William Hines
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mr. Porter
Mr. Porter
Produzent:in
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
I.V. Duncan
I.V. Duncan
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian “B-Jones” Jones
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (People) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Bitches) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Animals) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound My flow all over the place, .44 in the waist I'm so-so innovate, po-po went away, I roll over 'em, and make bacon And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick? Words in the way, I'm at loss by him I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down, nigga) I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin' down Inside 'em like caulk and tile (Q-Tip) Man, here we go I said that we'd live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect I'm in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from Hex Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex They be like, you put the Thought on? Yikes If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice I'm the king of the blood sport on mics I'm from an era, you had beef? You prolly fist fought on sight Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Ilitant Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't his dope, was it? I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it I break free like Chesimard Keep 'em guessin' hard, while broads say my bars is like ASMR All my dogs is out the reservoir Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin') Live at the edge of darkness and light One phone call my youngins takin' flight You a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight I stay heated, my people in the place needed If you ain't standin' up for yourself then stay seated And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo Vespucci I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone Thutmose the Third, seven inch, herringbones Man, here we go I said that we'd live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Better hope an ambulance is en route Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine All combine into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run 'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em Leave these pussies stretched out, like the Octomom Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird 'Cause you put it up in the sky And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you're like a vagina problem To a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball a fist I will Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019 I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing Me and this game, we got married already Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly She barely was three months pregnant Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly Now here's to LL, Big L and Del K-Solo, Treach and G Rap DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC Ed O.G., and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE and BDP YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy From B-I-G and Paris, Three Times Dope and some we'll never see, and P-R-T N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS Without him, I don't know where I'd be Man, here we go I said that we'd live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Writer(s): James Brown, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Ryan Daniel Montgomery, Willie James Iii Hines, Trevor Smith, Galt Macdermot, Andre G. Weston, Denaun M. Porter, Fred Wesley, Charles A. Bobbit, Tarik Trotter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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