Book of Rhymes

作曲 : M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. MARTIN/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nas/P. Rock

I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)

I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)

Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator

That sh!t doesn't count

Shut your motherf!ckin' mouth

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had (I'm eastside)

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)

Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)

Unsuccessfully, I might add (Might add)

And I know it's best to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)

But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

You need to get off the internet (Internet)

You need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on sh!t? (Comment on sh!t)

Especially sh!t you don't like (Sh!t you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some sh!t he didn't write (Sh!t he didn't write)

What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again

I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

She said, \"Kick some fly sh!t\" (Fly sh!t)

I said, \"I got wings on my axx\" (Wings on my axx)

Told her my d!ck's a cockpit (D!ck's a cockpit)

I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this sh!t's retarded

This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten

Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, b!tch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)

Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)

I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)

I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who sh!tted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care

It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a f!ckin' Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)

Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires

And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta

Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to axx and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest

You're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this sh!t, villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet, biblical sh!t's finna hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous sh!t to spit then

Pit it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots wittiest sh!t against me sh!tty as MC Hammer's

Get your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

Put your helmet on, strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherf!ckin' rap war with

Or to go against, f!ck would you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

A f!ckin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill

And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill

I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

And that explains why the f!ck you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made

Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised

Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate

Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came

Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim

If it joined a gang, your sh!t isn't going to bang

You're just boring, lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain

The most you can form is rain

Your sh!t is pointless, same as a scoreless game

So, b!tch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name (Haha)

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up

I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo, take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

[00:00.015] 作曲 : M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. MARTIN/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nas/P. Rock

[00:00.030] [Intro]

[00:00.031] I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)

[00:03.360] I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)

[00:06.936] Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator

[00:10.998] That sh!t doesn't count

[00:12.347] Shut your motherf!ckin' mouth

[00:13.914]

[00:14.033] [Chorus]

[00:14.133] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[00:17.339] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

[00:20.452] I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[00:24.419] Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had (I'm eastside)

[00:27.583]

[00:27.758] [Verse 1]

[00:27.857] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)

[00:31.427] Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)

[00:35.045] Unsuccessfully, I might add (Might add)

[00:36.627] And I know it's best to leave it lie

[00:38.416] But even I get obsessed with reading everything

[00:40.288] And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)

[00:42.912] But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

[00:44.803] I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

[00:46.445] You need to get off the internet (Internet)

[00:48.353] You need to get you a life

[00:49.678] Why you waste time just to comment on sh!t? (Comment on sh!t)

[00:51.994] Especially sh!t you don't like (Sh!t you don't like)

[00:53.294] Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some sh!t he didn't write (Sh!t he didn't write)

[00:57.220] What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

[00:59.306] He used to rap like the people his music was for

[01:01.602] He was exactly like them

[01:02.883] The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

[01:05.499] Can't use that excuse anymore

[01:06.959] He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

[01:08.986] With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again

[01:11.276] I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me

[01:12.977] All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

[01:14.885] Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie

[01:16.610] Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

[01:18.540] She said, \"Kick some fly sh!t\" (Fly sh!t)

[01:20.002] I said, \"I got wings on my axx\" (Wings on my axx)

[01:21.816] Told her my d!ck's a cockpit (D!ck's a cockpit)

[01:23.502] I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

[01:25.802] Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this sh!t's retarded

[01:28.613] This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

[01:32.302] When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten

[01:35.860] Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, b!tch, I invented flossin'

[01:39.361] Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)

[01:43.312] Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)

[01:46.634] I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)

[01:50.225] I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who sh!tted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)

[01:53.777] My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

[01:55.149] If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

[01:57.912] That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

[02:00.093] I will swear on a stack of Bibles

[02:01.495] I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care

[02:04.534] It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a f!ckin' Ja Rule bobblehead

[02:08.018] And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)

[02:09.578] Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

[02:13.084] My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

[02:15.134] All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires

[02:18.092] And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta

[02:20.310] Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

[02:21.956]

[02:22.090] [Chorus]

[02:22.215] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[02:25.349] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

[02:28.454] I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

[02:32.454] Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

[02:35.654]

[02:35.773] [Verse 2]

[02:35.922] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

[02:38.654] I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

[02:40.555] But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

[02:43.604] Put lips to axx and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest

[02:45.471] You're still gonna hit the canvas

[02:46.652] Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

[02:48.420] Mr. Mathers is killin' this sh!t, villainous wit with scant less

[02:51.128] Syllables rip the planet, biblical sh!t's finna hit the fan

[02:53.313] Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

[02:55.517] Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

[02:58.705] To think of the most ridiculous sh!t to spit then

[03:00.651] Pit it against these pitiful rappers

[03:02.225] Insidious, these idiots wittiest sh!t against me sh!tty as MC Hammer's

[03:06.133] Get your whole squad, send a task force in

[03:07.698] If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

[03:09.565] Put your helmet on, strap your chin

[03:10.933] You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

[03:12.425] Who not to start a motherf!ckin' rap war with

[03:14.036] Or to go against, f!ck would you wanna do that for?

[03:16.008] No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

[03:17.889] A f!ckin' penny has more sense

[03:19.902] Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill

[03:22.962] And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill

[03:24.853] I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile

[03:26.575] With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

[03:28.375] Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

[03:31.369] And that explains why the f!ck you clowns are all in my grill

[03:34.680] Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made

[03:37.548] Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised

[03:40.997] Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate

[03:43.698] Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came

[03:46.431] Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay

[03:49.104] Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim

[03:51.896] If it joined a gang, your sh!t isn't going to bang

[03:53.556] You're just boring, lame and more of the same

[03:55.180] You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain

[03:56.918] The most you can form is rain

[03:58.008] Your sh!t is pointless, same as a scoreless game

[04:00.072] So, b!tch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name (Haha)

[04:02.754] Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

[04:04.723] Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

[04:06.481] Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up

[04:09.164] I owe to my motor mouth

[04:11.247] This is my note to self

[04:12.707] Sometimes you're gonna bomb

[04:14.071] So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

[04:16.761] I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

[04:19.660] Preemo, take us out

[04:21.932]

[04:21.960] [Outro]

[04:22.052] Writin' in my book of rhymes

[04:25.352] My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

[04:28.339] I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

[04:36.833] Writin' in my book of rhymes

[04:39.772] My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

[04:42.688] I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside