[00:00.000] 作词 : M Mathers/L. Resto/M. Strange/S. Jordan/A. Brissett
[00:01.000] 作曲 : M Mathers/L. Resto/M. Strange/S. Jordan/A. Brissett
[00:02.452]Yeah
[00:04.089]You know I've been around for a while now
[00:08.082]Not sure if I have much left to prove
[00:10.944]Yeah, I do, haha
[00:12.880]I look at me now I'm thinkin, "Damn"
[00:14.012]How proud of me I am
[00:15.687]What I did, it's nothin' to sneeze at
[00:16.994]Even if your allergies are bad
[00:18.545]I'm up in a balcony in France
[00:20.027]I look around I see the fans
[00:21.720]How they surround me in the stands
[00:23.389]Probably could drown in a sea of hands
[00:25.021]They hollerin', "Shady"
[00:27.266]Yellin' it out to me and that's what I mean when I say
[00:29.285]That one day someway, somehow, if I get a chance to get a crowd
[00:32.762]I'll flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants
[00:35.140]I've done it all, man
[00:36.757]But in actuality I haven't, yet
[00:38.143]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[00:42.215]Really I have no idea
[00:43.602]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[00:47.730]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
[00:50.724]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[00:56.183]Really I have no idea
[00:57.325]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[01:00.474]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
[01:03.430]Got no time for no haters in this bitch
[01:05.677]Or toleration for this shit
[01:07.198]**** like medication, mind to the cation
[01:09.321]And the time it takes to do this shit
[01:10.846]Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waitin' room'll get
[01:13.326]But I mean it's maybe I have more patience than I'm able to admit
[01:16.735]Yeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
[01:20.001]Fame was a switch but I was grateful to trade that shit for the trailer with the hitch
[01:23.492]Thought it would make me a ravin' lunatic
[01:25.690]But I made it through to my situation, I hit pay dirt
[01:28.203]Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch
[01:29.942]But just 'cause I made a little bit of change
[01:31.862]Don't mean I've changed a little bit
[01:33.523]Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't extinguish this English language when it's lit
[01:36.677]Now I'm just paradin', you would still get Shady 'til I'm eighty
[01:39.581]To I spit this crazy, even Dre he knows I'ma blow
[01:42.160]Better get the handkerchief again, haha
[01:43.721]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[01:46.106]Really I have no idea
[01:48.749]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[01:51.961]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
[01:55.201](Know I talk about this shit a lot)
[01:56.109]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[01:59.158]Really I have no idea
[02:02.820]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[02:05.041]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
[02:08.204]Oh, now what am I gonna do?
[02:09.744]Came off the I'm on the loose
[02:11.635]Born a winner, damn it's so hard to lose
[02:13.062]I can do it and do it, when I'm tryin' to
[02:14.479]When my records flop they still go through the roof
[02:15.999]This atmosphere's for a chosen few
[02:17.653]Who was on their grind, to get money moves
[02:19.224]And you ain't gon' get that if you want it down
[02:20.980]You gotta take shots with 100 proof
[02:22.119]Check that
[02:22.673]Been in survival mode
[02:24.210]Since a five-year-old, it was I alone
[02:26.181]Since my tracks was stolen, spiral notebook and microphone
[02:29.037]But lookin' back how bad it was then
[02:30.671]If it hadn't been for the pad and the pen
[02:32.243]Addict mom and deadbeat dad
[02:33.515]I wouldn't have the savage within
[02:34.809]Havin' to win, every single battle I'm in
[02:36.260]All I ever wanted was to be an MC
[02:38.369]Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
[02:40.109]EPMD must've had teachin' degrees
[02:42.339]Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes
[02:45.054]Would be as easy as eatin graffitti
[02:46.845]Would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)
[02:48.357]'Til my last breath leave my lungs, I'ma beat my drums (Yeah)
[02:50.738]For the streets I'm from (Yeah)
[02:51.570]The East side slums (Yeah)
[02:52.426]Gotta read, mind numb(Yeah)
[02:53.151]I take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum
[02:54.938]You see my finger(What?), you see my thumb (What?)
[02:56.515]You see my fist, fxxk peace pipe, i'm (What?)
[02:57.432]For the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)
[02:59.117]With this beat I brought for the beef I come (Woo)
[03:01.211]But you better bring it if you wanna reply from
[03:02.871]'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up
[03:06.028]That'll be an uphill battle
[03:07.661]But I'm off kickin' feet in the recliner
[03:09.126]And I think I'm up
[03:10.656]'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber
[03:12.305]Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause
[03:14.152]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[03:17.836]Really I have no idea
[03:20.490]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[03:22.774]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
[03:25.829](For the last time)
[03:26.705]Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
[03:31.569]Really I have no idea
[03:33.714]All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
[03:36.105]I go higher than I've ever ****in' been

作词 : M Mathers/L. Resto/M. Strange/S. Jordan/A. Brissett
作曲 : M Mathers/L. Resto/M. Strange/S. Jordan/A. Brissett
Yeah
You know I've been around for a while now
Not sure if I have much left to prove
Yeah, I do, haha
I look at me now I'm thinkin, "Damn"
How proud of me I am
What I did, it's nothin' to sneeze at
Even if your allergies are bad
I'm up in a balcony in France
I look around I see the fans
How they surround me in the stands
Probably could drown in a sea of hands
They hollerin', "Shady"
Yellin' it out to me and that's what I mean when I say
That one day someway, somehow, if I get a chance to get a crowd
I'll flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants
I've done it all, man
But in actuality I haven't, yet
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
Got no time for no haters in this bitch
Or toleration for this shit
**** like medication, mind to the cation
And the time it takes to do this shit
Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waitin' room'll get
But I mean it's maybe I have more patience than I'm able to admit
Yeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
Fame was a switch but I was grateful to trade that shit for the trailer with the hitch
Thought it would make me a ravin' lunatic
But I made it through to my situation, I hit pay dirt
Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch
But just 'cause I made a little bit of change
Don't mean I've changed a little bit
Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't extinguish this English language when it's lit
Now I'm just paradin', you would still get Shady 'til I'm eighty
To I spit this crazy, even Dre he knows I'ma blow
Better get the handkerchief again, haha
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
(Know I talk about this shit a lot)
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
Oh, now what am I gonna do?
Came off the I'm on the loose
Born a winner, damn it's so hard to lose
I can do it and do it, when I'm tryin' to
When my records flop they still go through the roof
This atmosphere's for a chosen few
Who was on their grind, to get money moves
And you ain't gon' get that if you want it down
You gotta take shots with 100 proof
Check that
Been in survival mode
Since a five-year-old, it was I alone
Since my tracks was stolen, spiral notebook and microphone
But lookin' back how bad it was then
If it hadn't been for the pad and the pen
Addict mom and deadbeat dad
I wouldn't have the savage within
Havin' to win, every single battle I'm in
All I ever wanted was to be an MC
Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
EPMD must've had teachin' degrees
Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes
Would be as easy as eatin graffitti
Would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)
'Til my last breath leave my lungs, I'ma beat my drums (Yeah)
For the streets I'm from (Yeah)
The East side slums (Yeah)
Gotta read, mind numb(Yeah)
I take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum
You see my finger(What?), you see my thumb (What?)
You see my fist, fxxk peace pipe, i'm (What?)
For the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)
With this beat I brought for the beef I come (Woo)
But you better bring it if you wanna reply from
'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up
That'll be an uphill battle
But I'm off kickin' feet in the recliner
And I think I'm up
'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber
Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been
(For the last time)
Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever ****in' been