Oct 19, 2015

[Verse 1]
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, when it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly every sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you f---ers don't wanna go starting no argument
Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front

[Hook: Buckshot]
You know I got you open, kid, don't front
You know I got you open, word, don't front
You know I got you open, kid, yo why you fronting?
You know I got you open, kid

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the f---ing tone that you speak
Feel like I'm in the zone, I'm in a whole different league
On my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as f---, but can't even say bon appétit
Cause I don't know what to eat, f---ing microphone or the beat
b----, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
-case with Denaun screaming "Who the f--- passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my s--- from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my a---, b----
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that b---- first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the f--- not?
You don't like it? s--- a c---! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an a------ would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front

[Hook: Buckshot]
You know I got you open, kid, don't front
You know I got you open, word, don't front
You know I got you open, kid, yo why you fronting?
You know I got you open, kid

[Verse 3]
Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of s--- to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost all concept of money
But you dimes won't get a f---ing nickle from me
Oh s---, I'm down on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, and still make a whor- moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've heard
An MC since me who's as good with the f---ing mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, b---- there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

[Outro: Buckshot]
You know I got you open kid, stop fronting
You know I got you open, Word Life
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it seems many here are blind and/or deaf, so let me break it down for you.

The flow here, which may seem "choppy" to others is exactly what yall were complaining about him not doing in prior, and that is.. RIDING THE BEAT.

Eminem successfully rode this beat, a completely remade loop/sample, this is what you all begged for, and when he did it.. because it was on the COD Ghosts edition, it was overlooked. This track was meant for the deluxe edition disc but the sample wasnt cleared in time.

an example of beat riding;
"It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once"

Eminem destroyed this track, this is verbal r---.. he went f---ing insane on this track and it needs to stop being overlooked.. Dont Front, b----.

 

Oct 19, 2015

Look at that flow, look at that rhyming skills. He is lyrically unstoppable.

 

Oct 19, 2015

If he did an album with 90s hip hop samples galore I'd be very happy but I bet Paul wouldn't think it would sell. This songs still a gem from MMLP2

 

Oct 19, 2015

They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic

f---ing love this line. It's a standout from MMLP2.

 

Oct 19, 2015

f---ing fantastic song! It's not one I listen to a lot since it's not really an attention grabber for me but whenever I do put it on I listen to it back to back for sure

I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the f---ing tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as f---, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, f---ing microphone or the beat

 

Oct 19, 2015

beautifully crafted track right here, another lyrically phenomenal track thats underrated af.

 

May 19, 2017

Throwback track. Great beat. Great lyricism. Great flow. What's not to like?

 

Oct 19, 2015

Godly track

 

Oct 19, 2015

real

 

May 20, 2017

I'm baffled why he didn't put that one and Wicked Ways on the main CD.

 

Oct 19, 2015

You need a valium alley oop

 

May 19, 2017

 

Oct 20, 2015

those kids today think that this kind of beats is lame/boring....

 

Oct 20, 2015

Yeah I actually do. Been a while since I've listened to it but I remember my first listen. Sounded like such a throwback track.

 

Oct 19, 2015

Dope as f---, love it.
"I'm still hungry as f---, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, f---ing microphone or the beat"

 

May 20, 2017

i like groundhog day better than dont front

 

Oct 19, 2015

Great, great song.