[00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/R. Fraser/Katorah Marrero/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/R. Spence Jr
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/R. Fraser/Katorah Marrero/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/R. Spence Jr
[00:04.750]Yeah (Illa, Illa, Illa)
[00:07.100]Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me
[00:14.470]'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the ******' face right now
[00:18.990]Yeah
[00:20.420]Let me explain just how to make greatness
[00:22.170]Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down
[00:24.180]Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
[00:26.480]To **** the alphabet, I may raise some brows
[00:28.630]If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!)
[00:31.000]Full magazine could take Staples out
[00:32.670]Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
[00:34.690]But *****, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
[00:36.980]Mother******, shut the **** up when I'm talkin', lil' *****
[00:39.860]I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
[00:42.890]My talent? Oh, *****, I don't know who the **** y'all are
[00:45.760]To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
[00:48.560]You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
[00:51.670]I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
[00:54.640]Billions of views, your ten cents are two
[00:56.630]Skim through the music to give **** reviews
[00:58.510]To get clicks, but *****, you just lit the fuse
[01:00.570]Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
[01:02.740]****-list renewed, so get **** to do
[01:04.600]Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
[01:05.980]What the **** half the **** is that you're listenin' to
[01:08.460]Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
[01:10.870]Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no
[01:12.510]Get this ****in' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
[01:14.970]I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
[01:17.420]Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
[01:19.460]All I am simply is just an emcee
[01:21.500]Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)
[01:23.540]Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
[01:25.520]Maybe I need to stir up ****, preferably
[01:27.610]Shake the world up if it were up to me
[01:29.540]Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
[01:31.820]I should eat a pill, probably I will
[01:33.700]Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
[01:35.680]I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
[01:37.750]Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
[01:39.840]Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled)
[01:43.020]Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my ****
[01:45.160]With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
[01:46.840]Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
[01:48.850]While I take my **** sack and flick it like a light switch
[01:50.940]Like Vice President Mike Pence
[01:52.450]Back up on my **** in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
[01:55.690]These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
[01:57.700]Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
[02:00.050]Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
[02:01.540]Someone gonna **** on my *****? (**** my side chick!)
[02:04.290]You won't ever see Em icy
[02:05.830]But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
[02:07.890]I polarize ****, so the Thames might freeze
[02:09.820]And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
[02:12.070]*****, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah)
[02:14.810]Turn down for what?
[02:15.810]I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up (Illa, Illa, Illa)
[02:17.920]'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
[02:19.880]Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
[02:21.870]I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
[02:23.930]You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the ****
[02:25.990]Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
[02:28.530]And now he wants to take it out on us" (Ooouuu)
[02:32.260]But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
[02:34.270]Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
[02:36.340]It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Ooouuu)
[02:40.410]I mailed the ***** back and said if I did that
[02:42.500]I'd just be like everyone else in the ******' industry
[02:44.980]Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
[02:48.070]So ******-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
[02:50.630]Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
[02:52.640]I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
[02:54.890]I'm fed up with bein' humble
[02:56.140]And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings
[02:58.150]I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
[03:00.190]I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
[03:02.150]The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
[03:04.080]What the **** you're gonna do when you run into it?
[03:05.520]I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
[03:06.980]And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
[03:08.260]If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
[03:10.270]I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this ***** who want it
[03:12.260]I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
[03:14.370]You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
[03:16.280]But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
[03:18.450]But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
[03:20.430]Maybe the vocals should've been auto-tuned
[03:21.820]And you would've bought it
[03:22.500]But sayin' I no longer got it
[03:23.520]'Cause you missed a line and never caught it
[03:24.820]'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
[03:26.860]'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
[03:28.920]With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
[03:30.860]And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
[03:32.840]What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest (Illa, Illa, Illa)
[03:34.980]Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
[03:36.500]Even when I hit my forties like a ******' alcoholic
[03:38.350]With a bottle full of malt liquor
[03:39.610]But I couldn't bottle this **** any longer
[03:41.020]The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
[03:42.270]If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
[03:45.090]I don't see why y'all even started with me
[03:47.080]I get in beefs, my enemies die
[03:48.830]I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
[03:50.870]I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
[03:52.770]Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
[03:55.230]I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
[03:57.270]I don't even close my ******' eyes when I sneeze
[04:00.190]"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
[04:02.860]The Thing ain't even orange— Oh my God, that's a reach!"
[04:05.760]Shout to all my colorblind people
[04:07.170]Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
[04:09.360]Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
[04:11.370]"Dawg, that's a date" — "Looks like an olive to me"
[04:13.360]"Look, there's an apple!" — "No, it's not, it's a peach!"
[04:16.470]So ******-bang, Pootie Tang
[04:17.770]Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
[04:19.290]Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
[04:21.770]Give me Donkey of the Day
[04:22.790]What a way for 2018 to get underway
[04:24.770]But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
[04:27.250]Welcome to the slaughterhouse, *****! (Yeah)
[04:29.500]Invite 'em in like a One A Day
[04:31.040]I'm not done (Preach!)
[04:32.320]'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
[04:33.780]That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
[04:35.820]'Cause the way I see people turning's
[04:37.180]Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
[04:39.870]I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
[04:41.670]And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
[04:43.760]Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
[04:45.960]Or still yet to be determined?
[04:47.390]'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
[04:50.030]But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
[04:52.040]And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
[04:54.340]Sold the dream to that he's deserted
[04:56.880]But I think it's workin'
[04:57.970]These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
[04:59.990]And he's too scurred to answer me with words
[05:01.810]'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
[05:04.820]But I know at least he's heard it
[05:06.230]'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
[05:08.080]To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
[05:10.770]Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
[05:12.320]I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
[05:15.080]But my beef is more media journalists
[05:17.380](Hold up, hold up, hold up)
[05:18.900]I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
[05:21.200]Can get a mouthful of flesh
[05:22.790]And yes, I mean eating a *****
[05:24.750]'Cause they've been pannin' my album to death
[05:26.870]So I've been givin' the media fingers
[05:28.720]Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
[05:30.940]But they've been puttin' me through the ringer
[05:32.800]So I ain't ironin' **** out with the press
[05:35.020]But I just took this beat to the cleaners

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/R. Fraser/Katorah Marrero/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/R. Spence Jr
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/R. Fraser/Katorah Marrero/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/R. Spence Jr
Yeah (Illa, Illa, Illa)
Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the ******' face right now
Yeah
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To **** the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrr!)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But *****, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Mother******, shut the **** up when I'm talkin', lil' *****
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, *****, I don't know who the **** y'all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give **** reviews
To get clicks, but *****, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
****-list renewed, so get **** to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the **** half the **** is that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no
Get this ****in' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up ****, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my ****
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my **** sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my **** in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna **** on my *****? (**** my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize ****, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
*****, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up (Illa, Illa, Illa)
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the ****
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us" (Ooouuu)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Ooouuu)
I mailed the ***** back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the ******' industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So ******-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
What the **** you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this ***** who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should've been auto-tuned
And you would've bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest (Illa, Illa, Illa)
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a ******' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this **** any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my ******' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange— Oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date" — "Looks like an olive to me"
"Look, there's an apple!" — "No, it's not, it's a peach!"
So ******-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, *****! (Yeah)
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done (Preach!)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a *****
'Cause they've been pannin' my album to death
So I've been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they've been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' **** out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners