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  • Title:Fall
  • Artist:Eminem
  • Album:Kamikaze
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    You know, everybody's been tellin' me
    What they think about me for the last few months
    It's too loud
    Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
    Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
    Freeze my crown all up in it
    Slow fire
    Don't fall on my face
    Don't fall on my faith
    Don't fall on my fate
    Don't fall on my faith, oh
    Don't fall on my–
    Gotta concentrate against the clock I race
    Got no time to waste,
    I'm already late, got a marathoner's pace
    From an addict to a workaholic,
    Word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape
    Guess I got a chronic case
    And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
    I know this time Paul and Dre,
    They won't tell me what not to say
    And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
    You swear to God I've forgot him, to God it made not afraid
    One last word to Charlemagne
    If my response its late, it's just how long it takes
    To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away
    These rappers are like Hunger Games
    One minute, they're mocking Jay
    Next minute, they get they style from Migos,
    Then they copy Drake
    Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away
    But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" gate
    I've had as much as I can tolerate
    I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience
    I could take all of you motherfuckers on at once
    You want it, Shady? You got it!
    Light him up!
    Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fascinate
    Or have his body baggaged if the closest thing
    He's had to hits is smacking bitches
    And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
    Say this shit is trash again,
    I'll have you twisted like you had it
    When you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
    Even when I'm gettin' brain,
    You'll never catch me with a thot
    "Lacking with it, he ain't spit like this in his last shit"
    Hoe, you better go back and listen
    You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow a let up
    Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup
    Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
    Dre said, "Hold your head up"
    Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition,
    Slap the clip and cock it back on competition,
    This is how I shot a head (pew)
    Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous,
    Jack the ripper, back in business
    Tyler create nothing,
    I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch
    It's not just 'cause you lack attention
    It's 'cause you worshipin' twelve balls,
    you're sacrilegious
    If you're gonna critique me,
    You better at least be as good or better
    Get all the hooters wetter,
    Whatever his name is to help you
    Put together some words, more than two letters
    The fans waited for this moment
    Like the feature when I stole this show
    Sorry if I took forever
    I won't
    It's too easy
    Just remember–I was here before you
    And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
    Detract this, I might have to fuck pitchfork with a corkscrew
    Just what the doctor ordered
    Revenge is the medicine
    Increase the dose, unleash the monster
    Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
    And suck the blood from all the biggest artists
    Like some leeches
    So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em
    See the show, every parasite needs a hose
    Then give Album of the Year to somebody
    That no one's ever even heard of
    All I know is I wrote every single word
    Of everything I ever muredered
    Time to separate the sheep from goats
    And I got no faith in your writers,
    I don't believe in ghosts
    When rap needed it most, I was that wing in that prayer
    A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
    Somewhere, some kid is bumping this
    While he lip-syncs in the mirror
    That's who I'm doin' it for,
    the I don't really even care
    But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary
    In my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists
    On the scale it turns to minus
    Mines is various as hardly and what's scary
    Is you can prolly compare me to your car
    'Cause I'm barely gettin' started
    And far as, you better leave me the hell alone
    Or I'll show you clone
    Walk up in this house you own
    Brush my pelvic bone
    You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote
    Put my feet up and just make myself at home
    I belong here, clown!
    Don't tell me 'bout the culture
    I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles,
    The Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
    Throughout the world, 50 Cent, you the squad,
    Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!