[00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/R. Montgomery/R. Spence Jr
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/R. Montgomery/R. Spence Jr
[00:00.000]Tay Keith, **** these *****s up!
[00:04.510]Yeah
[00:14.050]Brain dead, eye drops
[00:15.720]Pain meds, cyclops
[00:17.500]Daybed, iPod
[00:19.250]"May-back," Maybach
[00:20.950]Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[00:22.620]Payless, high-tops (Uh)
[00:24.320]K-Fed, iHop
[00:26.040]Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
[00:27.790]That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
[00:29.460]That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
[00:31.160]Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
[00:32.910]That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
[00:34.630]That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
[00:36.360]That's how much we have in common
[00:37.610]We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!)
[00:41.450]I don't do Jordans and Audemars
[00:43.200]I do explosions and Molotovs
[00:44.930]Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
[00:46.550]I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
[00:48.300]Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
[00:51.640]I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
[00:55.240]I don't gotta hire goons
[00:56.390]I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
[00:58.510]The sky is blue, the tires new
[00:59.870]The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
[01:02.010]Why these dudes tryna figure out
[01:03.370]How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
[01:05.430]I'm confused tryna figure out
[01:06.760]How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
[01:08.910]Everybody doin' chick joints
[01:10.340]Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point
[01:11.990]'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
[01:13.690]Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
[01:15.700]We don't got nothin' in common (No!)
[01:17.420]We don't got nothin' in common (No!)
[01:19.090]Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
[01:20.840]On them uppers-and-downers (Woo!)
[01:22.570]I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
[01:24.340]Find me a brother who's solid
[01:25.520]To count this **** up and then bust this **** down
[01:27.110]When the cops hit us up, we can flush this **** down
[01:28.890]We cannot give a ****, ****, a ******' colonic
[01:30.740]Sellin' your **** and your butt for a follower
[01:32.390]Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
[01:34.170]Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
[01:36.750]Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
[01:38.270]To dropped in the park in a pile of ****
[01:39.810]Knowledge is power, but powerless
[01:40.960]If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
[01:42.680]Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
[01:44.430]Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
[01:46.210]We can spit it for your advance
[01:47.590]I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
[01:49.810]You ******—
[01:50.150]Brain dead, eye drops
[01:51.770]Pain meds, cyclops (Yeah)
[01:53.500]Daybed, iPod
[01:55.140]"May-back," Maybach
[01:56.890]Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[01:58.640]Payless, high-tops (Uh)
[02:00.340]K-Fed, iHop
[02:01.990]Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
[02:03.740]That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
[02:05.460]That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
[02:07.160]Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
[02:08.940]That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)
[02:10.580]That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
[02:12.330]That's how much we have in common
[02:13.590]We are not alike, there's nada like us—
[02:15.750]You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!)
[02:18.210]The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!)
[02:20.010]But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!)
[02:21.740]Like you was gonna do somethin'
[02:23.040]Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!)
[02:24.580]And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
[02:26.330]You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
[02:28.580]*****, you ain't plugged into nothin'
[02:30.100]Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!)
[02:31.740]And gats cock, your partners better tool up
[02:33.330]This has not to do with muscular
[02:34.980]But have **** for sure, you better put a
[02:36.890]Strap on, other words if you're gonna
[02:38.660]Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal
[02:40.780]'Cause this bar is over your head
[02:42.240]So you better⁠— Have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!)
[02:44.880]Oh, you run the streets, huh?
[02:46.370]Now you wanna come and **** with me, huh?
[02:48.170]This little ****-**cker, he must be feelin' himself
[02:50.260]He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
[02:52.060]So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah)
[02:54.680]But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
[02:56.220]If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
[02:58.180]And I'm talkin' to you
[02:59.250]But you already know who the **** you are, Kelly
[03:01.570]I don't use sublims and sure as **** don't sneak-diss
[03:03.870]But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
[03:05.670]I keep on telling mother*******s
[03:06.930]But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
[03:09.200]Jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
[03:11.660]I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
[03:13.560]Like a ******' cocked semi-***** Demigod
[03:15.130]Let me put a ******' ******** on this little
[03:16.880]Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
[03:18.890]You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
[03:21.010]Obviously, I'm not getting through
[03:22.680]We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
[03:25.030]Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
[03:27.380]With a mother******' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
[03:29.260]Only time you'll ever say I lost
[03:30.750]You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
[03:32.610]Just to try to get me off of ya
[03:33.860]Better hope I don't call Trick Trick
[03:35.040]*****, this **** don't fly in our city
[03:36.860]Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
[03:40.160]Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
[03:42.140]That I'd be the most hated, though made it
[03:43.530]So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
[03:45.200]'Cause life is a *****, she's a bow-legged **
[03:46.790]But now those days are over
[03:47.760]I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
[03:49.430]My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
[03:51.100]I ****ed on the world then I throw away the Trojan
[03:53.900]Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
[03:55.520]I'll blow eighty holes in you
[03:56.510]Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows
[03:57.970]And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
[03:59.720]I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
[04:01.420]As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
[04:03.220]A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and
[04:04.970]I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
[04:08.180]Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
[04:10.350]Stick my **** and put the tip in at minimal
[04:11.580]I'm ******' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my ********
[04:13.440]I'm a ******' invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
[04:15.710]A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
[04:17.300]That you *****es ******' with, the original
[04:18.530]I consider me and Nickel identical ('Dentical!)— But not us
[04:20.850]The only thing we have in common's I'm a **** and you suck
[04:23.600]Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
[04:25.580]None come close to skunk, bug, soldier
[04:27.330]Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
[04:29.060]Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
[04:30.700]Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
[04:32.480]Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah!)
[04:34.590]That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
[04:36.320]That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
[04:38.070]Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
[04:39.790]That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
[04:41.440]That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
[04:43.240]That's how much we have in common
[04:44.440]We are not alike, there's nada like us—
[04:46.560](Man, **** this ****, let's go)

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/R. Montgomery/R. Spence Jr
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/R. Montgomery/R. Spence Jr
Tay Keith, **** these *****s up!
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
"May-back," Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops (Uh)
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!)
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons
I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tires new
The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
Why these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
I'm confused tryna figure out
How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin' chick joints
Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
We don't got nothin' in common (No!)
We don't got nothin' in common (No!)
Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (Woo!)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count this **** up and then bust this **** down
When the cops hit us up, we can flush this **** down
We cannot give a ****, ****, a ******' colonic
Sellin' your **** and your butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of ****
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
We can spit it for your advance
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You ******—
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops (Yeah)
Daybed, iPod
"May-back," Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops (Uh)
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)
That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us—
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!)
The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!)
But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!)
Like you was gonna do somethin'
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!)
And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
*****, you ain't plugged into nothin'
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have **** for sure, you better put a
Strap on, other words if you're gonna
Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your head
So you better⁠— Have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and **** with me, huh?
This little ****-**cker, he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah)
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you
But you already know who the **** you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as **** don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling mother*******s
But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
Jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
Like a ******' cocked semi-***** Demigod
Let me put a ******' ******** on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
With a mother******' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off of ya
Better hope I don't call Trick Trick
*****, this **** don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
That I'd be the most hated, though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
'Cause life is a *****, she's a bow-legged **
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I ****ed on the world then I throw away the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
I'll blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows
And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Stick my **** and put the tip in at minimal
I'm ******' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my ********
I'm a ******' invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you *****es ******' with, the original
I consider me and Nickel identical ('Dentical!)— But not us
The only thing we have in common's I'm a **** and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None come close to skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us—
(Man, **** this ****, let's go)