00:00/00:00
外链地址
http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/048b3d6b3e1e283a740a2a19ab238beb.mp3
点击复制Don't Front (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Buckshot
Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/K. Blake/K Lewis/B. Kolatalo
Composed by：Marshall Mathers/K. Blake/K Lewis/B. Kolatalo
Produced by：Katalyst
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 spittin' like vintage Pac
Demented demonic sinister
Ever since the Doc' replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shockin' 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 boxin' critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start
I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me broccoli spinach cocky
Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how d**e I am at
This and put emphasis on the"d**e"
So when names come up
In that conversation of who's the d**est
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
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart MacGregors
'Cause those were new St. Vincent de Paul
Those Pony's were used and no size fitted
But kissed them old days adiós I did it
They said I was a gimmick
Now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you ******* don't wanna go startin' no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it
Name a flow that's more authentic and don't front
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front 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
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Yo why you frontin'
You know I got you open kid
Rest in peace to Big Proof
You was a beast you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you your spirit's flowin' 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 ******* tone that you speak
Feel like I'm in the zone I'm in a whole different league
On my ************* 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 **** but can't even say"Bon appétit"
'Cause I don't know what to eat
******* microphone or the beat
***** 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 tryna get signed
Up in the Ebony Show-case
With Denaun screamin'"Who the **** passed you the mic"
Never asked you to like my **** from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my a*s *****
You had you a nice run now take a hike
I ever meet my match I'ma strike that ***** first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their ************ skills crackin'
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha why the **** not
You don't like it
Suck a cock almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers so ********* Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now
Wow how much of an a*shole would I sound like
Rubbin' it in and holdin' some grudge now
But don't front
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front 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
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Don't front you know I got you open kid
Yo why you frontin'
You know I got you open kid
Late at night used to catch a buzz couldn't write
Now I write the type of **** 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 in tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or somethin'
Needin' someone or somethin' is lightin'
This fire under me it's breathin' 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 were so long ago
I lost all concept of money
But you dimes won't get a ******* nickle from me
Oh **** I'm down on one knee
I'm havin' a stroke of genius Elizabeth I'm comin' to you honey
From boy to man
And still make a w***e moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category man
Don't group 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 comin' up
That are nutty with the flow but convince me you've heard
An MC since me who's as good with the ******* mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Who's as mentally disturbed
You might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin bein' Indian burned hah
***** 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
You know I got you open kid
Don't front
Don't stop frontin'
You know I got you open Word Life