[Eminem] + (Obie Trice)
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KaySlay! (Yeah) Yo..
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Drama King! (Yeah!)
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Check it out, check it out - O. Trice!
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(Shady Records nigga, it's goin down once again boy)
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It's just a scratch man (Let's go Em)
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[Eminem]
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I +Murder+ this +Inc+ as soon as I touch the page
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You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage
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and charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight
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Cause you gon' have to, cause you ain't got the smarts to write
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somethin that good, to try to come back at me with
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What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit?
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You motherfuckers crack me up
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Talkin bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up
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Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard
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It's like fuckin Castor Claw tryna jack me off
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You think I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me?
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You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security? {*gun clicks*}
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I'm doin my best to try to show maturity
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But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me
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like it's supposed to be scarin me
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Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
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at anyone close or near me tryna approach me physically
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cause he don't spit lyrically
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And he knows that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick
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and he's so sick of hearin me, my posters is starin at him
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But I don't think he knows the severity
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of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously
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if I go hysterically; cause I guarantee
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there's no one in here that would resort like a childhood
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any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood
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Especially when I'm sippin on this liquor and tonic
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One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it
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the mark from it'll be so dark that it'll leave a scar so big
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you'll be able to read a label from the motherfuckin
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sticker that's on it; I'm sick of the nonsense
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Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point
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where I'ma let you sit on my conscience - I'm gone bitch, YEAH!
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[Obie Trice] + (Eminem)
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I'm gone bitch
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Shady Records motherfucker, we gone bitch
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I said we gone bitch, so long bitch
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Catch up if you can (whoo!) we movin on bitch (UHH!)
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[Obie Trice]
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Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo
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off of one debut, screamin, "I'm in Janai yo!"
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Obie Trice, sho' you right
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He done seen overseas, he's not a prototype (nah)
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Nobody's protégé, Em only showed O. the way
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Fuck what the media say
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If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice fused it
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in a matter where he speaks how the streets views it
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Choose, to translate it through the art of music
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and started usin it reachin the youth influenced by the truth in it (truth!)
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And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
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Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend
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Hand full of contraband
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A product of my environment, narcotics and violence
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Inspires the content, but my intent is
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to retire these tired-ass writers in si-lence (yeah!)
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Cause haters they hate us cause Shady became famous
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and claimed the rap game when they thought he'd be nameless (hah!)
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But racist accusations won't change us
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Let the truth be told, you think O. will be over here
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like, "Massa, show 'em you got soul" ? no!
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Anybody knows us know this not how we roll
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So, I still push the bucket
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If I ain't trust it I wouldn't fuck with it
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But fuck it, I'm gone bitch! {*two gunshots*}
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I'm Gone (featuring Eminem & Obie Trice)
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| DJ Kayslay |
