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Á¦¸ñ: The Backroom Freestyle
°¡¼ö: Eminem

(feat. Slaughterhouse)

Yo, T
What?
Get in the backroom
And speak the truth to the young youth!

Hey,' don't leave home without your cars
But this is hip hop, so don't leave home without your balls
And for some of these rap start, that's just too bad
You can't bring out the balls that you ain't never had!
It's Eminem, it's Slaughterhouse,
Yeah, you know we're the truth
And the game and all the audiences, we close the booth!
Yes, indeed, original, speak the replacement cause
The back room will never be what the basement was!

Yeah, I'm the realest mother** that I know
Wasn't always the case, guess you figured I had to grow
I do it for the love, I don't do it for the dough
But I know these sucker figures well, so they keep me on my toes.
What that is I couldn't tell you what I'm hated for
And the painkillers didn't murder pain, they gave me more!
These friends on my head, now they say they want to hold you
I grew up mature, you all could see that this an old joke!
Want to see me lose every battle with depression
No matter what it do to me, no matter my regression
They want to see me fall, want to ruin my regiment from the start
Want to cut the beat off soon as I let 'em in my heart!
I'd be the first to admit it, lost focus for a while
Sending unsolicited bitch.. to' shit
Was so high I lost track of my ways
Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age
The way she act and behave, was it an act or a phase?
How you trife when I gave you life, you was lacking in wage!
You don't want say hi or speak to me,
Bet you making 200 dollars by weekly
Try to help the world out, bring some reparation
And forget being humble in a state of desperation
Ain't gotta ask what to help with no hesitation
And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation!
I love you but its best we stay apart, segregation
And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication.
Trust me I don't never want to see that side of Joe
It would kill us all slow,
One reason I'm the realest mother-mother I know!

Hey, hey!
Ya, it's Nickle, riding round in that Maserati four seat
Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Stark's gold teeth
Best rapper alive and you know me
The most distinguished shooter
That's coming up out of the D since Joe D.
I take mines at lead point
At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove
In a razor inside a fed joint, uh
Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died
Only fear I have is hear world star being yelled from my blind side.
Don't get me wrong it ain't like I ain't never lost a fight
But these days I'm more like a lyrical artist.
I'm outlining everybody in chalk white
The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse
The same blueprint, your idolizing
You're trying to jump fast, that's foolish
If you're my drunk past and handing me my pilot's license.
That's plain stupid, your boys a star
Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar
Its ironic I remember when I couldn't afford a car
And now it's back and forth,
the black one or white one I call 'em Macklemore
And Lord Jamar, first we defying the odds
We not a group, we more like a circular firing squad!
This not a booth, this is our house and we won't stop
We killed the ' two times already
What you gonna give us an award?
But we won't stop for shutting down the internet
Now tell your momma how I tell Rihanna, 'we ain't finished yet!'

Yo, yo
When we step in that booth, that's when the flame enters
Best spit, make any set trip, yeah its the gang members
Waving that shady flag, navy jag, matching the' fit,
With the polo brief showing due to the lazy sag.
I'm in a crazy kind of place
I got this thing right on my waist
That'll leave tears on your baby momma's face, so chill!
I'm in a crazy kind of place, I got this thing below my waist
That'll leave kids on your baby momma's face for real!
The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules
Your cap just started snapping
My starter caps was snapping when cross color was cracking
And my cane was half full.
With the half moon park,

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