'Cause sometimes you feel tired,
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feel weak, and when you feel weak,
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you feel like you wanna just give up.
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But you gotta search within you,
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you gotta find that inner strength
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and just pull that shit out of you
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and get that motivation to not give up
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and not be a quitter,
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no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
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Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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Till I collapse I¡¯m spilling these raps long as you feel em
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Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them
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Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
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And I am not hip-hop and I¡¯m just not Eminem.
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Subliminal thoughts
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when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin
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and hauk venom
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Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.
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Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
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The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop
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millions of Pac listeners.
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Your coming with me,
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feel it or not you¡¯re gonna fear it like
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I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
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You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle
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or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
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For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
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you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.
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[Chorus]
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Music is like magic there¡¯s a certain feeling you get when your real
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and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
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This is your moment and every single minute
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you spend trying to hold onto it
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cause you may never get it again.
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So while you¡¯re in it try to get as much shit as you can
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and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
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Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
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I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in.
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It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie,
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Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
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But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy,
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so when I¡¯m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
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That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me.
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Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me.
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You hate it but you know respect you¡¯ve got to give me
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The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.
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[Chorus]
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC¡¯s heart
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what is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart.
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And its absurd how people hang on every word.
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I¡¯ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
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But I¡¯ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
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If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
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Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
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That¡¯s why I¡¯m clever when I put together every verse
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My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I¡¯m an addict
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I rap like I¡¯m addicted to smack like I¡¯m Kim Mathers.
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But I don¡¯t want to go forth and back in constant battles
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The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
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So this is like a full blown attack I¡¯m launching at them
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The track is on some battling raps who want some static
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Cause I don¡¯t really think that the fact that I¡¯m Slim matters
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A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest.
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[Chorus]
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
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Till my legs give out, can¡¯t shut my mouth.
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Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
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I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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Until the roof
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The roof comes off
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Until my legs
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give out from underneath me
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I will not fall,
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I will stand tall,
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Feels like no one could beat me
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'Till I Collapse
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| Eminem(¿¡¹Ì³Û) |
