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Realest (Explicit) - Ez Mil/Eminem
Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Ezekiel "Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers
Composed by：Luis Resto/Ezekiel "Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers
Produced by：Ezekiel "Slashmouth" Miller/Eminem
If I was in the Philippines
He'll be like my ********** Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King
Because he ain't a fightin' to go unnoticed
There's no way I was gonna cross 'em off
Like he's just some any rapper
Like a one-hit wonder
Yeah
I'm on whatever you on I ain't gon' talk on the phone
Haha
Keep that same energy ******* with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home
Who did that
Huh buddy I do it alone Cudi said word to my homes
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive
You focus on aimin' that blick at his dome no cap
You ************* be lucky as ****
That ain't nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head
But done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets back
Backed out again into a world where you double what he did
'Cause you learn you give it up
Or get ****** in turn homie
I'm the realest in the business
And everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies
So stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business
I done got hit on the head barely survived that ****
Okay
Minus a nine from ten Eminem's spot still sits
But **** a position I'm tunin' him in
Let all you rock out with it
I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it
Get to poppin' dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin'
While I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya' name on 'em
Wanna brag about **** that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em
When I rap they consider me a Gatling
Fillin' up mags I'm finna go clapping
Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit
I know they hate this flow
I'm in the mode to get to killin' again
With the best stick in your dome
You're never gettin' a penny or less stealin' the flows
And I'ma spread it again as a test sick of these h*es
They get to ******** the bigger the breasts nevertheless
I'ma get it enter with that trigger never better
Instead of settin' the bet up I let up with the Beretta
Make it "Duka-duka-doo" on you ******* in front of PETA
'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up of leavin' y'all wet up like
Guess I've really no right to complain much
Nah
Hip-hop has been good to me huh
Well
But when they say that I'm only top five
'Cause I'm white why would I be stunned
Huh
My skin color still workin' against me
What
'Cause second I should be to none
Ha
Being white ain't why they put me at five
Nope
It's why they can't put me at one
Woo
They come in with more venom
So the haters I'm aimin' it toward them
Brr
And all the envious rappers
I torch if I'm on a joint with 'em
And that is the only retort
Is I'm not played in the clubs
************ put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your **** in the club
Why
Is 'cause you still perform in 'em
Ha-ha
I am the guest in this house
But I turn this ***** to a mansion
That's an expansion made it gargantuan
Huh what
England Germany France and Japan's in this *****
Huh yeah
Even Dubai because my music they do buy
You died tryin' the scientist
Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off
The blue-eyed devil I never quit do I
Nah 'cause you know you'd get washed like a bar of soap
You p***y you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke
And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke
Because you know that's how likely you are to choke
Your heart is broke as I rip you apart
I go bananas proceed to spit every bar bro
Damn
I was speaking before my mother's water broke
It's not even close you *****
I'm by far the G.O.A.T
Gen Z is actin' like rap experts
Zip up your gaps and close your mouths
***** you ain't been on this planet long enough
To tell me how rap's supposed to sound
Y'all need to stick to what you do best
Shootin' schools up gat' go load up rounds
In your parents' gats and go to class
And let off with the strap and go to town
Uh-huh
Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash but boy
Whaddup though
This someone who really is furious
Stay out his path his wrath avoid
And I'll be the last to toy with this juice-head
His brain is like half destroyed
Like a meteor hit it
Well there went Melle Mel we lost his a*s to 'roids
And God was like "I got 'em
But I'm gonna start 'em at the bottom of the barrel
Brought him in the world where the mother was on valium him
And his father was a coward
Taught him as a child when the ******* body was around
Had to get himself up and out of poverty and now
Not even a growl in his stomach gotta be a hound"
'Til they put your body in the ground
Prolly gonna sound like a cliche
But when haters try to beat you down say "**** 'em"
I'm just playin' Gen Z
You know I love you