Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go Will not let you go - let me go (never) Never let you go - let me go Never let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh baby - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
[Verse 1] Your man on the road, he doin' promo You said, "Keep our business on the low-low" I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone Cause you look even better than the photos I can't find your house, send me the info Drivin' through the gated residential Found out I was comin', sent your friends home Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
[Chorus] I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe
[Verse 2] I'ma let you know and keep it simple Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you And you gon' have to do it at my tempo Always tryna send me off to rehab Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf I'm just tryna live life for the moment And all these motherfuckers wanna relapse
[Chorus] I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe
[Bridge] Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes Who are you to judge, who are you to judge? Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies Only you to trust, only you
[Chorus] I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe
[Outro] Ewedihalehu Yene konjo, ewedihalehu Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's someβ whoresβ in this houseβ (Hold up) I said certified freak, sevenβ days a week Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy)
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yuh) Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yuh) I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh) I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow) Talk your shit, bite your lip (Yuh) Ask for a car while you ride that dick (While you ride that dick) You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thing (Yuh) He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah) Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (Ah, ah, ah) He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (Click, click, click) Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (Mwah, mwah, mwah) Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (Yuh, yuh)
Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker Need a Henny drinker, need a weed smoker Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1 just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yuh, ah) I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin' Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh
There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house
[Intro] "Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings." "But I'm only going to get this one chance." "Something's wrong, I can feel it." Six minutes. Six minutes. Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on! "Just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what. If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble; and if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances." "You are just what the doc ordered."
[Chorus] I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
[Verse 1] But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
[Chorus] 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
[Verse 2] Everybody wants the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ξ have got. Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet RunβD.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? Little gay-lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy You're witnessin' a massacre Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" β that's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause β
[Chorus] I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton β no, Asgard, Asgard
[Verse 3] So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop," β 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it "I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use." Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you! I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils, and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard! Be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God?
[Intro] Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
[Verse 1] Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over β blaow! Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and
[Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You betterβ¦
[Verse 2] His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
[Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You betterβ¦
[Verse 3] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option β failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot: feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got
[Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You betterβ¦
[Outro] You can do anything you set your mind to, man
There's nothing colder than your shoulder when you're dragging me along like you do Like you do And then you switch up with no warning and you kiss me like you want it, how rude How rude
But I kinda like it anyways I don't mind if this is gonna take a million days I know you'll come around To me eventually If you sit back, relax, enjoy my company My company
Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right You can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies 'Cause it feels so
Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know Once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know Once you know
My little hard-to-get baby I wanna give you the world Not saying you gotta chase me But I wouldn't mind it If you gave me just a little bit Of something we can work it with But all you do is push me out (Ha)
But I like it anyways 'Cause I think I'm getting closer to you every day I know you'll come around To me eventually Just sit back, relax, enjoy my company Oh, baby, trust me
Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right You can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies 'Cause it feels so
Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know Once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know Once you know
(Once you know what my love's gonna feel like) (Moonbeam ice cream, nothing else will feel right) Mystical, magical Oh, baby, it's mystical, magical
They could describe everything with one single word You know, like
Boba tea (Gnarly) Tesla (Gnarly) Fried chicken (Gnarly) Partyin' in the Hollywood Hills (Yeah) This song (Gnarly) Oh, my God, that new beat (Gnarly, fucking gnarly) Oh, my God, is this real? (Everything's gnarly)
Oh, we're in a session tonight, gang, gang Oh, we're going out tonight, gang, gang Oh, my God, this song is so lit, congratulations Now you be like, "Gang" Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Hottie, hottie, like a bag of Takis I'm the shit, I'm the shit (Gnarly) Obvi, obvi, they be tryna copy I'm the shit, I'm the shit
Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly (Gnarly) Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly I'm the shit, I'm the shit Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly (Gnarly) Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly I'm the shit, I'm the shit Gnarly
Making beats for a boring dumb bitch Fucking gnarly (Gnarly) Don't talk to me, you're gnarly I'm not, shit is (Gnarly) Je-je-jealous of my mansion? Yeah, the view is fucking gnarly (Gnarly)
Hottie, hottie, like a bag of Takis I'm the shit, I'm the shit (Gnarly) Obvi, obvi, they be tryna copy I'm the shit, I'm the shit (Shit)
Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly (Gnarly) Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly I'm the shit, I'm the shit Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly (Gnarly) Na-na-na-na-na-gnarly I'm the shit, I'm the shit
There's a heat in the pavement, my mercury's raising Don't know if it's love or if it's ovulation When you're holding a hammer, everything looks like a nail The mist from the fountain is kissing my neck The liquid crystal is in my grip Anyone with a snake tongue, I show 'em the chambers of my heart
Now I know you don't deal much in love and affection But I really do think there could be a connection I burn and I sing and I scheme and I dance Some days, I'm a woman, some days, I'm a man, oh
I might have been born again I'm ready to feel like I don't have thΠ΅ answers There's pΠ΅ace in the madness over our heads Let it carry me on
Today, I'll go to Canal Street, they're piercing my ears I'm making a wish when the needle goes in Take an aura picture, read it and tell me who I am (Show me who I am)
Now I know you don't deal much in love and affection But I really do think you can make an exception It's a beautiful life, so I play truant I jerk tears and they pay me to do it, oh
I might have been born again I'm ready to feel like I don't have the answers There's peace in the madness over our heads Let it carry me on
Let it break me down till I'm just a wreck Till I'm just a voice living in your head It's a fucked-up world, been to hell and back But I've sent you a postcard from the edge The edge
[Verse 1] Oh, dark day Was I just someone to dominate? Worthy opponent, flint to my blade, now we're playing with shadows At the Sunset Tower, you said, "Open your mouth" I did
[Pre-Chorus] And what came spilling out that day was the truth If I had virginity, I would have given it too
[Chorus] Why do we run, run to the ones we do? I don't belong to anyone
[Verse 2] Oh, dark day Was I just young blood to get on tape? 'Cause you dimed me out when it got hard Uppercut to the throat, I was off guard Pure heroine mistaken for featherweight
[Pre-Chorus] But what came spilling out that day was the truth And once I could sing again, I swore I'd never let Let myself sing again for you, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-woah-oh-oh Singing
[Chorus] Said why do we run to the ones we do? I don't belong to anyone, ooh I made you God 'cause it was all That I knew how to do But I don't belong to anyone, ooh
[Outro] Am I ever gonna love again? Am I ever gonna love again? Am I ever gonna love again? Ooh Am I ever gonna love again? (Am I ever gonna love again?; Tell it to the rock doves) Will you ever feel like a friend? (Sing it to the fountain) Am I ever gonna love again? Do you understand? ('Til you understand) To understand, tell it to him
