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Untitled Freestyle - текст песни



Untitled Freestyle


Faded voice - Fuck yeah...

Eminem: YEAHH!

Loyd Banks: Oh shit, its the Evil Genius

Eminem: Green Lantern

Loyd Banks: Yea... Hey yo Em, what do we call this shit right here?

Eminem: The Invasion

Loyd Banks: You had part 1, we got part 2, now its part 3, the final chapter mother fucker

Eminem: armeggedon; lets go

I got a riddle, what’s little and talks big

with midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle

that’ll do anything to throw dirt on my name

if it means walking the whole Mediterranean

is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tazmanian,

No he’s name’s Raymond and oh, oh sorry yo

So sorry wow, but that was a long time ago

When I was just Joe Shmo, rapping in Joe Blow’s basement

I apologized fo’ it before, so

Either accept it or you don’t

And let’s move on, if I aint shown that I’ve grown

Then get the bone, keep licking these nuts,

You industry mutts, keep walking around sniffing each other’s butts

Or should I say asses?

What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses?



Loyd Banks: Hold up, hold up, hold up

New York City man, its the kid Loyd Banks

if you hearin' what I'm hearin right now, you know this ain't no regular shit homie,

this something special and we gota bring this shit back, Green comon!



I got a riddle, what’s little and talks big

with midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle

that’ll do anything to throw dirt on my name

if it means walking the whole Mediterranean

is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tazmanian,

No he’s name’s Raymond and oh, oh sorry yo

So sorry wow, but that was a long time ago

When I was just Joe Shmo, rapping in Joe Blow’s basement

I apologized fo’ it before, so

Either accept it or you don’t

And let’s move on, if I aint shown that I’ve grown

Then get the bone, keep licking these nuts,

You industry mutts, keep walking around sniffing each other’s butts

Or should I say asses?

What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses?

The question I ask is..

How can I explain this?

How can I swing this, in English language?

If I switch to slang and turn mayn to mayn

do I do it in vein, or simply to entertain?

Am I being real or am I being fake

Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine

Or am I caught up in this hot water

Woady on my daughter I told you I love this culture

don’t let em insult ya, I’ma tell you one more ‘gain

this is the environment I was brought up ‘in

but every now and ‘then, I use my ‘pen

to get rid of some frustration, or should I say shon

this is just another one of my subliminal ways to racism

you’re face is numb, you’re stunned you look as cold

like that of a man who’s 70 some years old

and it only gets colder, which is why I understand

it can’t be mad at a forty four fan

with a chip on his shoulder

who only owns half of a magazine, and the only way to have it seen

is to put me on the front of it again

only think that makes him grin, is to see me frown

papa can’t stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down

in his new chair that goes round and round

that he bought from new money of his bank account

that I get him every issue when the thang comes out

sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out

and let his black side arm wrestle his white side

yell apartheid loud enough that he might slide

he might find someone dumb enough who might ride

but aint nobody over here buying two white guys

disguised as pro-black there’s no slack for a Hartford college grad.

In a fitted hat and a hunch bag, standing by the clearance coat rack

And some RSO throwbacks, yeah



Shady in the place to be seen and I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT

Still knockin' a K to these punks, fuckin' cocksuckin' pussy lips hatin' mixed cunts!



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