EMINEM - The Backroom Freestyle lyrics

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(feat. Slaughterhouse)

Yo, T


Get in the backroom

And speak the truth to the young youth!

Hey,… don’t leave home without your cars

But this is hip hop, so don’t leave home without your balls

And for some of these rap start, that’s just too bad

You can’t bring out the balls that you ain’t never had!

It’s Eminem, it’s Slaughterhouse,

Yeah, you know we’re the truth

And the game and all the audiences, we close the booth!

Yes, indeed, original, speak the replacement cause

The back room will never be what the basement was!

Yeah, I’m the realest mother** that I know

Wasn’t always the case, guess you figured I had to grow

I do it for the love, I don’t do it for the dough

But I know these sucker figures well, so they keep me on my toes.

What that is I couldn’t tell you what I’m hated for

And the painkillers didn’t murder pain, they gave me more!

These friends on my head, now they say they want to hold you

I grew up mature, you all could see that this an old joke!

Want to see me lose every battle with depression

No matter what it do to me, no matter my regression

They want to see me fall, want to ruin my regiment from the start

Want to cut the beat off soon as I let ‘em in my heart!

I'd be the first to admit it, lost focus for a while

Sending unsolicited bitch.. to… shit

Was so high I lost track of my ways

Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age

The way she act and behave, was it an act or a phase?

How you trife when I gave you life, you was lacking in wage!

You don't want say hi or speak to me,

Bet you making 200 dollars by weekly

Try to help the world out, bring some reparation

And forget being humble in a state of desperation

Ain't gotta ask what to help with no hesitation

And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation!

I love you but its best we stay apart, segregation

And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication.

Trust me I don't never want to see that side of Joe

It would kill us all slow,

One reason I'm the realest mother-mother I know!

Hey, hey!

Ya, it’s Nickle, riding round in that Maserati four seat

Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Stark's gold teeth

Best rapper alive and you know me

The most distinguished shooter

That's coming up out of the D since Joe D.

I take mines at lead point

At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove

In a razor inside a fed joint, uh

Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died

Only fear I have is hear world star being yelled from my blind side.

Don't get me wrong it ain't like I ain't never lost a fight

But these days I'm more like a lyrical artist.

I'm outlining everybody in chalk white

The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse

The same blueprint, your idolizing

You‘re trying to jump fast, that's foolish

If you’re my drunk past and handing me my pilot's license.

That's plain stupid, your boys a star

Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar

Its ironic I remember when I couldn't afford a car

And now it’s back and forth,

the black one or white one I call 'em Macklemore

And Lord Jamar, first we defying the odds

We not a group, we more like a circular firing squad!

This not a booth, this is our house and we won't stop

We killed the … two times already

What you gonna give us an award?

But we won't stop for shutting down the internet

Now tell your momma how I tell Rihanna, “we ain't finished yet!”

Yo, yo

When we step in that booth, that's when the flame enters

Best spit, make any set trip, yeah its the gang members

Waving that shady flag, navy jag, matching the… fit,

With the polo brief showing due to the lazy sag.

I'm in a crazy kind of place

I got this thing right on my waist

That’ll leave tears on your baby momma’s face, so chill!

I'm in a crazy kind of place, I got this thing below my waist

That'll leave kids on your baby momma’s face for real!

The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules

Your cap just started snapping

My starter caps was snapping when cross color was cracking

And my cane was half full.

With the half moon park, hope you rap dudes smart

Don't piss me off like the bathroom mop

You don't want it with me!

If I'm throwing hooks at you, that don't mean the chorus for free.

So save your jabs its way better

If I start throwing jabs,

I'm talking Zabs first three round against May weather

Yeah I'm a crook from the brook that mastered how…

Shook turned notebook, broke cook, I'm so dope look

Bring the beat back with no hook just bars

Just a thing of ours that make their pants drop,

Make ‘em open up their bras, move G strings like guitars,

That’s nothing, that's something light like wrestling at the bar!

Y.A.O.W.A, if y'all ain't saying yaowa by now you got nothing to say

This like NWO vs NWA,

y'all like the rockers verse the Roc full of nothing but J-s!

Check the rocks its nothing for gazing

But don't get stupid, my … clique will throw shots for a couple of days

Make it horny when we out,

…horror, y'all don't want it with the house!

Yo, yo, slaughter season, y'all the reason

Real dudes I'm bringing some mo in,

Like a Polynesian

Sick with the llama squeezing,

Bullets flew and the chopper sneezing.

Got your body and legs torn, but before you was airborne

You was Bob and weaving

Still getting hit till your no’s is …

They set you deep in your coffin sleeping

I'm gone off the deep end,

I'm a wolf, this industry my sheep skin.

I'm out here hunting with my ink pen,

I'm living like a kingpin!

Doing it for my g's in the pen,

Dreaming about two-piecing a police chief's chin

You rappers something candy coated, I don't like suckers

I'm iron mike, I don't like busters

You looking for ‘em fly dudes like Orville and Wilbur

You got the right brothers, no bright jeans, no bright colors, no!

I'm the second coming, the one that Pac predicted

Islamic Gnostic and Christian, the flow so godly you got to listen!

I back you in I dodge ‘em in it

Like MC8 in a L.A. hat

These rappers straight trying dodge a menace.

I'm looking at your videos, look like your watching tennis

Brothers dressed like Maria Sharapova wearing yoga pants

Meanwhile Big Poppa was rocking linens.

I guess that era's over man, hold on!

I'm splitting atoms when the scientific spitting is getting at ‘em

I give ‘em different patterns,

They didn't phantom, they’re stealing my styles!

Before me you didn't have ‘em

You rappers made in my image like when God was inventing Adam.

Stab ‘em in the abdomen when its crunch time

I truly flip like May weather pissed of at a movie script.

Too many punch lines!

Family I'm amongst mine!

I keep the peace like a monks mind

… your favorite barber

Leave you in an old bush like an unshaven Barbara.

Don't stop what we doing,

When you see L.A. your team will be ruined!

This game need a new villain,

I'm the kind to murder you on vine

Uh, kill ‘em!

Ladies and gentleman, now introducing

The man beneath the legend

Mr. Marshall man, aka, Slim Shady!

Yo! Role model?

I'll roll a model down a hill over broke bottles of coke products

If she don't swallow, and… till the bumper hit the throttle

While I'm trying hit the pot holes,

I’ll freaking take Madonna to McDonalds!

Any… end up horizontal getting fondle,

I don't cuddle, I don't coddle!

Only motto that I follow

Is any thing I drive, whether its a Navajo or a Tahoe

It’s got a ho in it, nah ho,

I don't got no freaking bronco!

You looking for a buck, get a horse, …

I got a rusty Hondo with some bondo,

And a box of condoms you little blond …

Fuck me? fuck you too!

Like I'm at Bonnaroo booing Bono

And I ain't from this planet so …

I'm intolerable, too volatile,

Screw it! I don't got too make honor roll

To be on a roll, I don't know much,

What I do know I do it pronto, though!

So knock it off, all these knock off me's,

The last thing the world needs is another me,

But if you think this is part two

To recovery or love the way you lie part twelve

Or something heart felt, you bout to make a discovery,

Like you found Christopher Columbus' compass

And dumb it down for you dumb fucks, so suck it

I took your best punch line like a punch in the stomach

That punctured a lung punk and I'm still functioning from it

Chump it was nothing, now watch while I fucking one up it and toot my own horn

Once I think its something to trump it

And I don't need a fucking instrument to sound off,

Like the trunk of an elephant to triumphant

Return of the ether spitting retard, reborn,

But chances of you having another re-birth, slim to none

Like a skinny Mother Theresa,

Give a fuck if its Easter,

So kiss my …

Cause that's the only thing ill turn the other cheek for!

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