Dalamskripsi ini dibahas tentang kata tabu yang ditemukan dalam lirik lagu Eminem.Tujuan dari penelitian ini adalah untuk menganalisis tipe-tipe kata tabu berdasarkan maknanya dan mengidentifikasi fungsi tabu yang ditemukan dalam lagu-lagu Eminem yaitu The Ringer, Lucky You, Fall dan Kamikaze. Data dikumpulkan dengan menggunakan metode Themorning rain clouds up my window. And I can't see at all. And even if I could it'll all be gray. Put your picture on my wall. It reminds me, that it's not so bad. It's not so bad. My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I. Got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window. Tookyou six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Fuck "Rap God," I'm the Rap Devil Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body next to this instrumental, I'm TerjemahanLirik Lagu The Monster – Eminem feat. Rihanna – Dalam kesempatan kali ini admin ingin membahas mengenai terjemahan lirik lagu The Monster. Mungkin diantara sobat ada yang sudah mengerti atau memahami apa itu terjemahan lirik lagu The Monster. Namun tidak bisa dipungkiri jika masih ada yang belum terlalu memahami atau bahkan belum Pleasestand up, Please stand up, Please stand up becuase I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up. Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too. Namunmuncul tuduhan bahwa salah satu lagu dari album itu mencuri lirik dari puisi bertajuk "Hobo" dari buku Get Your Ass In The Water And Swim Like Me (1974) karya Bruce Jackson. Buku itu menceritakan tokoh bernama Slim Wilson, yang membacakan puisi tersebut. Baca juga: Johnny Depp Manggung di Monaco Bareng Jeff Beck, Bawakan Lagu Album . Sabtu, 24 November 2018 0700 WIBLucky You Feat. Joyner Lucas[Joyner Lucas] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woo! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies I run at you hard like a sumo sumo They say I talk like a chulo chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno woo Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo rah You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop 4 like a Uno bup Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level up in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until the beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower [Eminem] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? woo! I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em! Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though lil bitch And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho get it? On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys So y'all gotta move yeah, y'all gotta move yeah [Joyner Lucas] Y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Home Eminem Joyner Lucas lagu barat Rap [MabesLirik] Lirik Lagu Lucky You Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas. Lagu Lucky You merupakan salah satu single terbaru Eminem dalam album Kamikaze, berikut ini adalah Lirik Lagu Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Lucky You selengkapnya. Lirik Lagu Lucky You Artis Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Judul Lagu Lucky You Diciptakan Oleh Eminem/Joyner Lucas/ Album Kamikaze Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas - Lucky You Marshall Bruce Mathers atau lebih dikenal dengan Eminem ini kembali merilis lagu terbaru yang berjudul Lucky You. Di lagu terbarunya ini rapper asal Michigan, Amerika Serikat tersebut berkolaborasi bersama Joyner Lucas. Lucky You adalah salah satu singl terbaru Eminem dalam album Kamikaze yang dirilis pada tanggal 30 Agustus kemarin melalui channel YouTube Eminem Music. Selain Lagu Lucky You, album Kamikaze berisi total 13 Lagu terbaru Eminem diantaranya Lucky You, The Ringer, Normal, Fall, Kamikaze, Venom dan Nice Guys. Kumpulan Lagu Terbaru Eminem tersebut sudah tersedia di YouTube dan bisa didapatkan dibeberapa platform musik digital seperti Spotify, Deezer, Tidal, iTunes dan Apple Music. Berikut ini Lirik Lagu Eminem Lucky You feat Joyner Lucas. Lihat juga lagu terkait lainnya Lirik Lagu Eminem - Fall Berikut ini adalah selengkapnya Lirik Lagu Lucky You Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Eminem Instagram Official Lirik Lucky You Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woah! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and you're finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies Why don't you holla like a sumo sumo They say I talk like a chulo chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop four like an Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now What you would nigga? You really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga wrong way, the wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Eminem I have said a lotta things in my day I admit it, this is payback in a way I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker! Bend the law Fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all Now I got too much to lose I been eating long enough Man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet Lucky me Fuck you think? woo! I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling But nothin' is stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you to make raps, it's recap Way back, MC's that recap and tape decks ADAT's with the G raps and Kane's hat We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact with a old-me at the same cat that would take that Feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They all got button to press or a lever to pull They give me the snap though lil' bitch And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big But you've been takin' the dicks in the fuckin' back, ho get it? On the brink in a minute Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits I'ma sleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat 'em and kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator Motherfucker never got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour And that drought y'all have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say is a writer might've fell off But back on that bull like the cowboys Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how bout I shoot? 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Sorte SuaWoahJoyner, JoynerSim, sim, simSimFiz muitas coisas na minha épocaEu admito, não volto atrás no que eu disseSe eu disse, é porque tive a intençãoEu quis um Grammy a minha vida todaMas eu provavelmente nunca irei ganharNunca ganhei um troféu ou uma droga de homenagemDane-se o sistema, eu sou esse tipo de caraBurlo as leis, quebro as regrasEstou prestes a arriscar tudoNão tenho muito a perderVocê tem se alimentado há muito tempoÉ minha hora de cortar a comidaMe passe o pratoCadê minha bebida?Este é meu diaSorte suaDane-se você também, woah!Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm que se mexerVocês todos têm que se mexerMe dê espaço, me dê espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupê, suba no cupê, que tal eu atirar?Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm que se mexerMe respeiteDe volta àquela merda, minhas costas contra a paredeMe volto contra você e você está acabadoVoltar a essas balas, é voltar ao trabalhoAjeito minha MAC e todos vocês fogemVoltar ao meu bairro de merda, é voltar ao castigoEsses pacotes e eu estou realmente bombandoNão dá pra ferrar com seu rap, está praticamente uma drogaVocê pode ter ganhado platina, mas não significa nadaEstou realmente ansioso dessa vezDireto para cozinha, disse a eles que o fogão é meuEu não ferro com vocês, carasSe não me importo contigo saiba que você sofrerá dessa vezNão sou nenhum gangster, mas faço um estrondoCom algumas correntes e lâminas, e um par de facasArmas e sorte, uma perdiz em uma árvore de pêraMeus doze dias de Natal não foram nada além de mentirasPor que não aparece como um lutador de sumô? SumôEles dizem que eu falo como um zé ninguémEu vivo em Marte, não sou o Bruno [Mars]Vadia, eu sou um cão, me chame de CujoVocê joga suas cartas, eu viro o jogo em todos vocêsE eu ainda posso jogar um "quatro" como no UnoCale a boca seus fracotes, putos, todos vocês idiotasEles inventaram um novo nível de quebrada para quebradaProcurando por algo que talvez nunca possam encontrarAgite, irrelevante, e diga a eles para comerem agoraO que você faria, cara? Você realmente me quer presoEstive sozinho, nunca precisei de ninguémSó eu e minha armaEu direi a esses caras para deitarem no chãoFique com a grana toda, nunca quis esse tipo de vidaSó peço a Deus que meu filho esteja bem agoraDigo que não tenho amor pelo outro ladoOu por qualquer um que quis me matarQuando eu morrer, irei embora como o azaradoque nunca perdeu a esperançaVocê está no táxi errado e no caminho erradoCara, caminho errado, estrada erradaCobras na grama, tentando deslizar rápidoAcabei de comprar um aparadorEu disse muitas coisas na minha épocaEu admito, isso é o troco de alguma formaEu me arrependo de ter feito issoGanhei alguns Grammys, mas vendi minha alma por elesNão era pelo troféu, mas pelo reconhecimentoQual é a porra da diferença?Sou esse branqueloBurlo as leisDane-se as regrasCara, eu costumava a arriscar tudoAgora tenho muito a perderTenho me alimentado bastanteCara, meu estômago deve estar cheioAcabei de comer, lamber o prato, meu banqueteSorte minhaVocê acha que é dane-se? woo!Tenho algumas mansões, mas ainda não tenho etiquetasVocê tem alguns escritores fantasmasMas para essas crianças, isso meio que não importaEles me perguntam "O que aconteceu com o hip-hop? "Eu digo "Não tenho respostas"Porque eu ganhei um 0 quando lancei meu último álbumMe machucou demais, mas estou de volta nesses rappersE vindo, na verdade, de origens humildesDe alguma forma fico desconfortável com vitóriasGostaria de poder dizer "que sentimento maravilhoso"Estamos em ascensãocomo se estivéssemos batendo no tetoMas nada é roubado, como se ninguém tivesse capacidadeDe ao menos ficar em um assunto, isso está me matandoA incapacidade de fixar a humildadeHatata batata"Por que não fazemos um monte de músicas sobre nadaE enrolamos? ", e dane-seVou direto na jugularEsta merda é um circo, esses palhaços que estão surgindoNão fale um pingo sobre um filho da mãeQue estava aqui antes de você fazer rapÉ resumirLá atrás, os MC's queRecapitulando, gravavam fitasOito arquivos com os raps em Sol eO Kane está tipo, precisamos de três pilhasRápido, e traga o Masta Ace de voltaPorque metade desses rappers têm problema no cérebroTodos essas rimas fracas, caras tatuadasmelou como sêmemEu não odeio a parada, e não quero parecer bravo, masÉ de fato como o antigo eu, que levaria esseFeedback e atiraria nele, preciso dissoMas acho que é inevitávelTodos têm um botão para pressionarou uma alavanca para puxarIsso me dá o estalo pelo menos vadiazinhaSe eu prestasse atenção, provavelmente tornaria isso maiorMas você tem aceitado os pausNa mordaça, vadia entendeu?Em um piscar de minutoMe fez pensar em acabar com tudoCom paracetamol, e depois, colher os benefíciosEstou dormindo no volante de novoEnquanto eu começo a pensar sobre uma intenção malignaDe outra batida e um assassinato novamentePorque mesmo que eu acabe tomando uma pílula de novoAté mesmo de cetamina ou metanfetaminaCom o Manidon, melhor que seja pelo menos de 70 a 300mgE talvez eu tome porque vou acabar sendo o vilão de novoDe níveis para essa merda, eu tenho um elevadorNunca poderia me dizer que não sou um disco quebradoSoo como um disco quebrado toda vez que quebro um discoNinguém nunca pode tirar o legado, fiz um carro enormeO filho da mãe nunca teve o direito de ser assimEu tenho rancor dentro do meu DNAMas eu trabalho até despencar, trabalho incansavelmenteÉ o momento que vocês todos estão esperandoComo a Califórnia esperando por uma chuvaE aquela seca pela qual vocês têm oradoA minha queda de "8 Mile" ao "Nocaute"Ainda sou o mesmo Marshall, o fora da leiQue eles dizem que é um escritor que desandouMas estou de volta ao touro como um cowboyEntão vocês todos têm que se mexer simVocês todos têm que se mexer simVocês todos têm que se mexerMe dê espaço, me dê espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupê, suba no cupê, que tal eu atirar?Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm que se mexerMe respeiteLucky You Feat. Joyner LucasWoahJoyner, JoynerYeah, yeah, yeahYeahI done did a lot of things in my dayI admit it, I don't take back what I sayIf I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a GrammyBut I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbonFuck the system, I'm that niggaBend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it allI ain't got too much to loseY'all been eating long enoughIt's my turn to cut the foodPass the plateWhere my drink?This my dayLucky youFuck you too, woah!Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movey'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movegive me the juiceBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you all and you're finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPut my MAC on and all of you runnin'Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushingThese packs and I'm actually pumpin'Can't fuck what you rapping, you practically suckin'You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guysIf I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this timeI ain't no gangster but I got some bangingSome chains and some blades in, and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear treeMy twelve days of Christmas was nothing but liesWhy don't you holla like a sumo sumoThey say I talk like a chuloI live in Mars, I'm not BrunoBitch, I'm a dog call me CujoYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just drop four like an UnoCállate boca mejor, maricón, liltle puto, and all of you culoThey've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghettolookin' for something that prolly can never find outShake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right nowWhat you would nigga? You really want me tied downI've been alone, I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shottyI'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideor anyone who ever want smokeWhen I die I'm going out as the underdogwho never lost hopeYou in the wrong cab down the wrong pathNigga wrong way, wrong roadSnakes in the grass, tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mowerI have said a lotta things in my dayI admit it, this is payback in a wayI regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference?I'm that cracker!Bend the lawFuck the rulesMan I used to risk it allNow I got too much to loseI been eating long enoughMan my stomach should be fullI just ate, lick the plate, my buffetLucky meFuck you think? woo!I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghost writersbut to these kids it don't actually matterThey're asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop? "I said "I don't have any answers"'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last albumit hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappersAnd actually coming from humble beginningsI'm somewhat of uncomfortable winningI wish I could say "what a wonderful feeling"We're on the upswinglike we're punching the ceilingBut nothing is stealing, like anyone has any fucking abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killing methe inability to pin humilityHatata batata"Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'And mumble", and fuck itI'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you to make rapsit's recapWay back, MC's thatRecap, and tape decksEight DATs with the G raps andKane's at, we need three stacksASAP, and bring lap Masta Ace backBecause half of these rappers have brain damageAll the lean rappin', face tatssyruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad but in factWith a old-me at the same cat that would take thatFeedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitableThey all got button to pressor a lever to pullIt gives me the snap though little bitchAnd if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it bigBut you've been taking the dicksOn the fuckin' gag, hoe get it?On the brink in a minuteGot me thinkin' of finishin' everythingWith acetaminophen then reapin' the benefitsI'ma sleep at the wheel againAs I peak into thinking about an evil intentOf another beat 'em and kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamineWith the Manidon, it better be at least 70 to 300mgAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up being a villain againLevels to this shit I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breakerI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigatorMotherfucker never got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNABut I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayeIt's the moment y'all been waiting forLike California wishin' rain'd pourAnd that drought y'all have been praying forMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall that outlawThat they say is a writer might've fell offBut back on that bull like the cowboysSo y'all gotta move yeahy'all gotta move yeahy'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movegive me the juice

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