Eminem - Shady XV Cypher lyrics

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Eminem - Shady XV Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] My name is King Crooked, I snap on you rappers often When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my pa**ion and point across Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he's talkin' Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention Don't come around here flossin', Big Willies, we really lynch 'em Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam Like got damn Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start k**in' everything in the vicinity The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam Bam, bam your body drop Van Damme, karate chop The Baretta's a better competitor Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top k**in' you and whoever in that drop top Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop Just shoot, shoot like doot doot And booku, booku, I'm cookoo I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku I'm worlds apart from you rappers Like I walk in the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapid Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets When I come back, that's it You see a flash in the sky, it's that n***a, I When I land, you wack n***as die And your casket is your last hit You wack b**h, f**in' ba*tard Back to the hand clappin' You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan Pa**in' n***as with pants saggin' With their hand on a black Magnum To clap him backwords so their last words is [?] That's backwards for "f** them damn n***as" Buck them damn triggers Charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive But I only like dead rappers Compare me to the best rappers who died And you rappers I used to look up to I gotta cancel you now Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex factors survive Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin' My mic can only be likened to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightin' strike And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking I'm a born titan and at-point k** 'em like swordfightin' I'm slicin' organs with songwritin' I dwarf giants, I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sorta like poor dykin' I smoke philosophy, I snort science That means I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes That's where the fire's burnin' Try to deny music's messiah returnin' You die and you fry in my iron furnace I am on my get rich and die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis cause I am murderous [Verse 2: Joe Budden] (Joe Budden, Jersey City, New Jersey) Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends Could give them cla**ic NY jeans over the Timbs Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the rims I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS But the bars there, put that on God, ask an atheist And if ain't a bomb at least I'm in the blast radius I'm beating these kids' indictment, sh**, I like the terror APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era Moment of truth, I give you facts right now f** the cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now So it's f** metaphors and punches, all the witty sh** Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip Face says I been stressed I got an aunt getting her a** kicked by MS n***a, why am I here? For the look, for the promo sh** that bothered from the start Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfathers heart Yeah, just not decided to be his own I'm supposed to put that to the side when the beat is on I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting the hearse ready These n***as only wanna ask me if the verse is ready Not the how do I feel, not the how do I deal If that's the life, n***a, then how is it real? These last couple of days I've been speaking to my peers Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears But wait, wildest part of all of that is They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the bridge But f** it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, n***a, my job is done [Verse 3: Yelawolf] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama Here's the back story I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills I don't know which one's which or what it's for Safe [?] I still smoke to the cigarette bu*t I still drink till I end up being that klutz Clumsy, self-destructive dummy Stumbling over my words, mumbling I'll probably do it tonight Leave the bar, leave the car And pa** out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars And dream about that light that leads up to the lord I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up in the yard Wake up feeling like half a human Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock and roll community For unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity Still I'm working, sawing, milling this tree Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne the god and Lord Jamar thought it would be Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me Jesus Christ, I am the white devil! Nah... I'm still working, sawing, milling this tree Building this house exactly the way I thought it should be Wanna take a tour? Let's see I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion Books, bears, trucks, boats, tyres, spares, four-wheelers Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall Lift gets low while there's chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy boots Ditsy flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican a** CEO I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is lit Guess who's coming to dinner? André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just a pet to feed of course Who rides a horse in an ash field? I might I've got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies And mateys, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat All the latest CDs and P3s and Beats by Dre Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check I've got my black woman fine as she can be [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] But these cyphers, I treat 'em like a war, don't want no mediators Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greasy neighbors People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at Now they deem me a savior But to be honest I ain't feelin' like that, I just really like rap I'm not lucky, trust me I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky With the sh** that my pen states, these rappers can't touch me Ugly? sh**, you serious? I'm hideous I was better than all you silly kids when I was tryna find out who I really is As a younger dude, life was somethin' rude I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move No rubber groove on my shoes had to fight, so suspensions I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter That's 3 to 1, I learned that in public school too Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece For this Heatmakerz beat and brothers keep it 1 Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap addicts I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow And subtract maggots Like a brand new craftmatic boy I'm back at it Smokin' these new boys like my last habit Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like the last dragon Hoes s**in' my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag I'm pushin' this big ole hearse, don't get body bagged [[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"] These new rappers be askin' me Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out I tell 'em, I say "Look, lil n***a listen here" If I don't got no business there, I don't got no business there See there's a difference here You hustlin' so you can be seen n***a I'm grindin' so I can disappear I don't do it like other rappers do When it's on time it's skull and bone signs at the stu We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen If you think I remind you of any of these n***as you wildin' out Like Chico Bean When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction I look at this gat like it's an actual accessory I'm anti-social so relax when you step to me n***a I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry Your lil' stare downs won't fare well I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey area Last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman Now imagine me hangin' with y'all and we rappin' on the same song n***a I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda sh** The only celebrity that give a f** less than me is Marshawn Lynch Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst Cripple your style, your first born child'll come out With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth I don't give a f** n***a I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin' to JoJo and KC Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blunts that it got me thinkin' that I can exchange sicknesses This ebola for rabies That's it, just livin' the rapper life Banana clip in the air, lookin' like it's 'bout to start singin' it's MAC tonight MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin' up I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner Cause sh** can turn into that song except I don't give a f** what day it is I'll have this club goin' up, f** with me Mack magnet, attractin' enormous green Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy Mack Cause this b**h is stacked, war machine Life of a giant, but who needs size when you're wack and your team's soft Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's jackin' the beanstalk We both got marketing plans Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross for Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever disrespect me And then go invest into a grocery store Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers Translation, get your sh** together and pipe down f** a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit I'll shoot you and your sis if you insist I got my eyes on the barrel Silence is so big it look like I got Bobby Schmurda tied to the barrel And he doin' this [Verse 6: Eminem] (My name is Marshall I'm repping that motherf**ing Motor City, b**h) I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet Began to trend set, murdered the friend's pet Made sh** as ill as it can get went in depth Like a f**ing vignette and two bars skins wet I'm already covered in sweat I wasn't even ready to come in yet AHH, let me set this drink down Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile And "Rap God" was a freestyle Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch And I'm freestyling now I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul Cause sh** I'm thinking about should be illegal I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohi- And went to South Beach with his talents Scream "f** you" on the way out and wink with a smile This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground But right now I'm back on that bullsh** and you I'm singling out Cause you're so f**ing outdated you should mingle a while What the f** is this clusterf** of busters Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherf**ers is one hit wonders One swing and you're crowned Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now You think you f**ing with me cause you sold like 300 thou b**h, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo Mardi Gras beads in a towel I just made that up I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual But I'll show you a Mexican stand off Between just these two amigos Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud But I sure as f** think I know how rebody English, no doubt] Cause we're trying to k** each other, but lyrically The f** is humility? What is a real emcee? Royce, he came up in the sh** with me Never spit that hustling sh**, it wasn't a fit for me Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me Just not giving a f** and plus with the history And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positony So what in the f** is a list to me? I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out But I could put a chain around my second album And wear it as a neck medallion Became a millionaire, went downhill from there Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career The f** am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in And a mood to k** till I apply my Coupe DeVille To some children at the food pavilion at Build A Bear Warrior's mind, I'm pro [?] on euphoria In the drum imperium line, I'm soaring I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs Full on untill I go four wheeler driving Going violent and who*e firing You surely won't find a more important With this glorious rhyme with But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp But look how you react to this trigger like When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan But f** it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed In his pooper with lubricant, wait, that's two, I can't Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds Then I'm like dollar signs But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke It's more of a knockout than [?] Rice Play nice, b**h, I punchline [?] In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance Til her head is banged on the railing Then celebrate with the Ravens Never dated an [?] that self-medicates with inhalers I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape The aggression, rage and the anger Cause them restraints on the ankles Heavyweights [?] with handcuffs in in chains This ain't enough to contain it But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on Stage in a f**ing [?] everyday and it's clayborn Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson Wait, s*ut your friends, what are they gonna say Cause makeup ain't gonna cover That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut Peppersprayed with your face cut Made my bank like a lay up Of these effing skanks on the way up Oh, b**h thinks she's heaven sent It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches Yes, I said seven, I measured it Seven inches from the floor While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony Get to sharing when I'm stretching it b**h, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get So if she's hesitant to get the hint I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use s** as a weapon When I step in and beat the wrenched wench with a crescent wrench Extrastential[?] detriments to a lesbian devil In the a presence stench of an estrogen level That separatists like a Chechnian rebel And pressavist[?] with a pencil A pessimist, with his lips pressed against The edge of this threshold[?] [?] Oh in the Shady 2.0 We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile 2 year old when I go to the studio It's only music but don't be foolish though You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though In my homie's Buick Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do And I murder you on a f**in' track like Tony Stewart In one take, if I f** up I don't redo it You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it The day I don't say f** you all, you can throw me through it Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip [?] With the women, I'm an enemy to them And the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia They tryna get rid of me [?] But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through And if I catch you doing anything Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that Tattoo of your lips on my a** I'mma be literally Pickin' up and deliberately rippin' the Statue of Liberty at you WOOOOH