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Description
Producer: Eminem
Composer Lyricist, Co Producer, Drumprogrammer: Denaun Porter
Recording Engineer: Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve Daniel Baughman
Recording Second Engineer: Francis Forde
Recording Second Engineer: Thomas Rounds
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Von Carlisle
Composer Lyricist: DeShaun Dupree Holton
Composer Lyricist: Rufus Johnson
Composer Lyricist: Ondre Moore
Composer Lyricist: Theron Feemster
Lyrics and translation
Original
Music, reality.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids.
-Syde.
-If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow, show love, or would it matter?
Could never be the lead or badder, everything's shit for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battlin', but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake.
There's too much on my plate, I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away and not say what I got to say. What the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that,
I beg Mariah to take me back.
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'fore I put some wack shit out.
I'm tryna smack this one out the park, five thousand mark.
Y'all steady tryna drown this shark, ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off. Lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me off.
See me leap out, pull a piece out. Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out.
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle.
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap. Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that. Man, I hate this crap, this ain't rap.
This is crazy the way we act when we confuse hip-hop with real life when the -music stops -No gettin' rid of Big Bay, if so, you woulda tried. The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide.
I have died clinically, I ride back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy.
Got drunk, then I finished him. I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef.
I spark willingly with a Dillinger in the dark diligently.
I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered. I can't stay away from a razor. I just want my face in the paper.
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres.
I murder you, I gauge it, have me turn into a madman. Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical.
I'm allergic to dyin'. You think not? You got balls?
We can see how large when the -music stops -I was happy havin' a deal at first.
Thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse.
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog, and you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls.
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends beggin' with they hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'.
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin, you think, "Damn!
" But you slam into the wall and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm.
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol.
If my funeral was tomorrow, wonder would they even call when -the music stops -Let's see how many of your men loyal when
I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Pennzoil.
I'm revved up, who said what when lead bust? Your head just explode with red stuff.
I'm handcuffed, tossed in a paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shot it like a coward. Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas.
If I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance. Understand I can enhance the spirit of man.
Death itself, it can't hurt me. Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me.
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk.
Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark, hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life.
Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife.
Deliver that shit that coroner's like. You hype, poppin' shit in broad daylight.
Nigga, you're a goner when -the music stops -Instigators turn pits in cages.
Let loose and bit the neighbors with the razors. Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk.
In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof! " Piss nigga, I'm a wolf.
Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves. Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose.
The more y'all breach, the more I move. This Hill Street, this is hardcore blues.
Put a gun to rap, checkin' all our dues. Or make the news, bet you all y'all move.
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stops
Music has changed my life in so many ways.
Brain's confused and fucked since the fifth grade. LL told me to rock the bells.
NWA said, "Fuck the police," now I'm in jail. '93 was strictly R&B. Fucked up haircut, listen to Jodeci. Michael
Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ash cheeks painted white, fuckin'
Priscilla tonight. Grind down Sunset smokin' crack. Transvestite in the front,
Eddie Murphy in the back. M. O. P. had me grimy and gritty.
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bows. Now
I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow.
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock. I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops
English translation
Music, reality.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids.
-Syde.
-If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow, show love, or would it matter?
Could never be the lead or badder, everything's shit for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battlin', but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake.
There's too much on my plate, I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away and not say what I got to say. What the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that,
I beg Mariah to take me back.
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'fore I put some wack shit out.
I'm tryna smack this one out the park, five thousand mark.
Y'all steady tryna drown this shark, ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off. Lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me off.
See me leap out, pull a piece out. Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out.
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle.
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap. Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that. Man, I hate this crap, this ain't rap.
This is crazy the way we act when we confuse hip-hop with real life when the -music stops -No gettin' rid of Big Bay, if so, you woulda tried. The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide.
I have died clinically, I ride back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy.
Got drunk, then I finished him. I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef.
I spark willingly with a Dillinger in the dark diligently.
I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered. I can't stay away from a razor. I just want my face in the paper.
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres.
I murder you, I gauge it, have me turn into a madman. Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical.
I'm allergic to dyin'. You think not? You got balls?
We can see how large when the -music stops -I was happy havin' a deal at first.
Thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse.
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog, and you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls.
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends beggin' with they hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'.
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin, you think, "Damn!
" But you slam into the wall and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm.
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol.
If my funeral was tomorrow, wonder would they even call when -the music stops -Let's see how many of your men loyal when
I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Pennzoil.
I'm revved up, who said what when lead bust? Your head just explode with red stuff.
I'm handcuffed, tossed in a paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shot it like a coward. Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas.
If I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance. Understand I can enhance the spirit of man.
Death itself, it can't hurt me. Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me.
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk.
Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark, hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life.
Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife.
Deliver that shit that coroner's like. You hype, poppin' shit in broad daylight.
Nigga, you're a goner when -the music stops -Instigators turn pits in cages.
Let loose and bit the neighbors with the razors. Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk.
In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof! " Piss nigga, I'm a wolf.
Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves. Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose.
The more y'all breach, the more I move. This Hill Street, this is hardcore blues.
Put a gun to rap, checkin' all our dues. Or make the news, bet you all y'all move.
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stops
Music has changed my life in so many ways.
Brain's confused and fucked since the fifth grade. LL told me to rock the bells.
NWA said, "Fuck the police," now I'm in jail. '93 was strictly R&B. Fucked up haircut, listen to Jodeci. Michael
Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ash cheeks painted white, fuckin'
Priscilla tonight. Grind down Sunset smokin' crack. Transvestite in the front,
Eddie Murphy in the back. M. O. P. had me grimy and gritty.
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bows. Now
I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow.
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock. I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops