Versuri - Eminem - Survaival

 Versuri:

Yeah.

This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all


Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fucking acronym
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause

I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and kinda blood-bathed
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck, I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?

So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then fuck you!
Self esteem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you
I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!

Versuri - Eminem - So Much Better

Versuri:
You fucking grou...
Pick up the goddamn phone

Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday
With who you say
I wasn't at the studio bitch
What'cha do screw Dre
You went there looking for me
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe, you want to lose two legs
You try to flip this on me
If I spent more time with you
You say "okay yeah, I'm cuckoo, hey?"
Well, screw you
And I’d be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- ooo touché
You were too two-faced for me
Thought you was my number one, true-blue ace but you ain't
And I can see you and you make that little boo-boo face
Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo
You make my fucking Bluetooth ache
You feeling blue too late, go smurf yourself
You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate

My life will be so much better
If you just dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this thought just popped in my head
And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
If you dropped dead
I would feel so much better


Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think
Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go
Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, cause that bitch drove me to drink
I'm back on my fuck hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on
Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement
And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on
Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art
Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage
Who do you think you are, bitch
Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet
But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian
Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
My life would be so much better if you just


Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie
Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my fucking life
But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea


And I'mma have a whale of a time
Being a single sailor for the night
Bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10
Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches
Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name, de la
I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me
Say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her
These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail
Of my bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itching to get hitched
Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch
But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
Bitch you complain when you listen to this
But you still throw yourself at me
That's what I call pitchin' a bitch
That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight
Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike
So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid
I avoid Cupid, stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls
Oink-oink-oink, you fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink
"I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one"
She's all 99 of 'em; I need a machine gun
I take 'em all out; I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
Have a heart attack and just drop dead
And I'mma throw a fucking party after this, cause YES


I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you

Versuri - Eminem - Rhyme Or Reason

 Versuri:
What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
(It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

[Hook:]
But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:]
Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall
(Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Haha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
NO

[Verse 2:]
If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I sparked a, revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
Cause it's the…

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
(Whats your name?) Shady
(Who’s your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Verse 3:]
So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of Young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't knock
The doors broken it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay to me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, and you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
Spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion till I'm passed out
A completely brain dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a CRIMINAL
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
The last Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD
When will the madness end, how can it when
There's no method the pad and pen
The only message that I have to say is:
Dad, I'm back at it again
Bitch

Versuri -Eminem -Bad Guy

Versuri
   
Eminem:
It’s like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work
All it takes is one song on the radio you’re right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for closure
Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
Well, I’d never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can’t think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

Sarah Jaffe:
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy

  Eminem:
And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I'd forget it, forget it!
You left our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think cause he's been out the picture so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold
Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than you?
The cause to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone



Eminem:
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship or sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential–I peeked
Continue to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hacked up a lung
Like you picked an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M&M
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're in love with your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
(Oh God, police!! Ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot at least
New plan Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate homos again!


I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Back's to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged
Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas
After the track is demolished
I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona’s half a façade and
Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!”
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don’t stop after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits
When it’s time to walk away
I’m every guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact then don't bother
So before you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a wallop
So one last time, I’m back
Before it fades into black and it’s all over
Behold the final chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts
Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up where the last Mathers’ left off

Versuri - EMINEM - Rap God

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Versuri - Ombladon feat Motzu - Tot noi

 Versuri:

Ombladon:
2006-2007 dupa Cristos
Bine-ati venit in Romania, acest loc hidos,
Fi stapan pe tine, uita grijile,
Toti trag pentru sine, nimeni nu-ti vrea binele,
Multi la 4 ace pusi, imbracati in fracuri,
Iti mananca coliva cand esti ingropat de facturi,
Cat p*la mea poti sa induri in tacere,
Cand cu o cutie de pateu faci petrecere,
Nene, sunt bulversat ca dupa primul joi*t, in fond,
E ca pe front, se tine cont decat de cont,
Sa-ti vand un pont, tine picioarele pe pamant,
Ca rand pe rand ne luptam cu mori de vant, pe cuvant,
Copii in curtea scolii o ard la vena si folii,
Au privirea intunecata, semn clar al bolii,
La noi, ca la nimeni, se invarte tot cu pile,
Azi cu pile multe copile se vand pe 2 bile,
Inconjurat de-ai tai, ai de ce sa te temi,
Ai grija prietene ca prietenii nu-ti sunt prieteni,
Traim in pace, intr-un continuu razboi,
Noi nu vrem sa vedem nimic pentru ca asa suntem noi.

Refren: x2
Ton noi, trecem prin viata veseli,
Cand nu exista fapte bune ci doar interese,
Tot noi, ne privim cu ochii plini de venin,
Viata e trista dar noi continuam sa ne zambim.

Motzu:
Ne indreptam fara sens ca directie de mers,
Tara asta a devenit un loc lipsit de interes,
Batai pe vise-vise stinse, oamenii isi dau in cap,
Pe scara evolutiei am ramas tot in copac.
Pe cultura cica n-avem bani de aruncat,
Romanul trebuie clar educat,
Nu stii dar pustii poarta-n cangur la folii,
Banu’ fac dealerii sa uite ca sunt copii,
Si vad in parc pe bara o pustoaica goala,
Ce se freaca cu-ndrazneala, in loc sa fie-n scoala,
Familii ce-si iau doza de bucurii in ratii,
Traiesc cu multi copii din bani de alocatii,
E trist ce se intampla, suntem vinovati,
Tot noi ne semnam sentinte, suntem blestemati,
2006-2007 dupa Cristos
Bine-ai venit in Romania, acest loc hïdos.

Versuri - Alessia – Hacker de sentimente

 Versuri:

Ooh!
Na na na na na na!
Hacker de sentimente.
Are pe buze numai complimente,
E un hacker de sentimente
Numai pentru fete inteligente,
Au! Și indecente,
Are privire gen băiat cuminte,
Cu zâmbetul te cumpără și te vinde,
Îți sparge codurile și-ți intră-n minte,
Te lasă fără cuvinte.
Mă face din nou să disper,
Când mă sărută mă urcă la cer,
Nu vrea să-mi dea nimic din ce-i ofer,
Și-atunci când pleacă jur că mă seaca.
Spune-mi tot ce vrei că nu mai sunt eu de când
Ți-am citit mesajul,
Spune-mi că mă vrei chiar nu înțeleg de ce
Mi-am pierdut curajul,
Îmi trimite zi de zi complimente,
Joacă dur fără resentimente,
Lucrează fin, nu lasă amprente,
Hacker de sentimente.
Eh, eh, eh, ooh ah,
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, (na na na na na na),
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, eoh (ooh ah),
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, eoh (na na na na na na),
Hacker de sentimente.
Mă vrei, mă ai, inima îmi bate tare
Că nu mai poți să mă pui la încercare,
Ș-aș vrea să știi că nu-i ușor
Să mă lupt cu al tău dor,
Are privire gen băiat cuminte,
Cu zâmbetul te cumpără și te vinde,
Îți sparge codurile și-ți intră-n minte,
Te lasă fără cuvinte.
Mă face din nou să disper,
Când mă sărută mă urcă la cer,
Nu vrea să-mi dea nimic din ce-i ofer,
Și-atunci când pleacă jur că mă seaca.
Spune-mi tot ce vrei că nu mai sunt eu de când
Ți-am citit mesajul
Spune-mi că mă vrei chiar nu înțeleg de ce
Mi-am pierdut curajul
Îmi trimite zi de zi complimente,
Joacă dur fără resentimente,
Lucrează fin, nu lasă amprente,
Hacker de sentimente.
Eh, eh, eh, ooh ah,
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, (na na na na na na),
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, eoh (ooh ah),
Hacker de sentimente,
Eh, eh, eh, eoh (na na na na na na),
Hacker de sentimente.
Îmi trimite zi de zi complimente,
Joacă dur fără resentimente,
Lucrează fin, nu lasă amprente,
Hacker de sentimente.
Îmi trimite zi de zi complimente,
Joacă dur fără resentimente,
Lucrează fin, nu lasă amprente,
Hacker de sentimente.