Eminem — Fall

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Eminem — Fall

introYou know, everybody’s been tellin’ me what they think about me for the last few months

It’s too loud

Maybe it’s time I tell ’em what I think about them

Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It’s too loud

Three’s not a crowd all up in it, slow fire

chorusDon’t fall on my face

Don’t fall on my faith, oh

Don’t fall on my fate

Don’t fall on my faith, oh

Don’t fall on my fate

Don’t fall on my–

verse 1Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race

Got no time to waste, I’m already late, I got a marathoner’s pace

Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre

In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (yeah)

And I ain’t just blowin’ smoke, ‘less it’s in your momma’s face

I know this time Paul and Dre

They won’t tell me what not to say (nope)

And though me and my party days

Have all pretty much parted ways

You’d swear to God I forgot I’m the guy that made "Not Afraid"

One last time for Charlamagne

If my response is late, it’s just how long it takes

To hit my fuckin’ radar, I’m so far away

These rappers are like Hunger Games

One minute, they’re mockin’ Jay

Next minute, they get their style from Migos, ’til they copy Drake

Maybe I just don’t know when to turn around and walk away

But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate

I’ve had as much as I can tolerate

I’m sick and tired of waitin’, I done lost my patience

I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once

You wanted Shady? You got it!

chorusDon’t fall on my face (yeah)

Don’t fall on my faith, oh

Don’t fall on my fate (line ’em up!)

Don’t fall on my faith, oh (rrr!)

Don’t fall on my fate (look)

verse 2Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it

Or have his body bag get zipped

The closest thing he’s had to hits is smackin’ bitches

And don’t make me have to give it back to Akademiks

Say this shit is trash again, I’ll have you twisted

Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin’ at the telly

Even when I’m gettin’ brain, you’ll never catch me with a thot

Lackin’ with it, "he ain’t spittin’ like this on his last shit"

Ho, you better go back and listen

You know me better, thinkin’ I’ll slow or let up

Call it trap ’cause it’s a total setup

Hopin’ that you rappers fall in that

Dre said, "Hold your head up!"—Kathy Griffin

Stackin’ ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition

This is how I shot ahead (pew)—Gabby Giffords

My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business

Tyler create nothin’, I see why you called yourself a [faggot], bitch

It’s not just ’cause you lack attention

It’s because you worship D12’s balls, you’re sack-religious

If you’re gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better

Get Earl the Hooded Sweater

Whatever his name is to help you put together

Some words, more than just two letters

The fans waited for this moment like that feature when I stole the show (ha)

Sorry if I took forever (haha)

chorusDon’t fall on my face (yeah)

Don’t fall on my faith, oh (I won’t)

Don’t fall on my fate (line ’em up!)

Don’t fall on my faith, oh (ha)

Don’t fall on my fate (it’s too easy)

verse 3Just remember, I was here before you

And I’ll be here after you make your run-in for you

Detractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew

Just what the doctor ordered

Revenge is the best medicine

Increase the dose, from least to most

And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves

They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches

So they nominate ’em, get ’em there, get a name to ’em

See the show, every parasite needs a host (haha)

Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one’s ever even heard of

All I know is I wrote every single word of

Everything I ever murdered

Time to separate the sheep from goats

And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts

When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer

A beacon of hope, put the B-I-R-D in the air

Somewhere some kid is bumpin’ this while he lip-syncs in the mirror

That’s who I’m doin’ it for, the rest I don’t really even care

But you would think I’m carryin’ an Oxford dictionary in my pocket

How I’m buryin’ these artists, on the scale it turns to minus

Mines is various as hardly and what’s scary is you probably

Can compare me to your car ’cause I’m just barely gettin’ started

And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone

Or I’ll show you an Elvis clone

Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone

Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote

Put my feet up and just make myself at home

I belong here, clown, don’t tell me ’bout the culture

I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the

Seans, the K-Dots, the 5’9"s, and oh

Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan

But I’m not gonna fall, bitch!

outroIt’s too loud

Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It’s too loud

Threes not a crowd all up in it

Slow fire

Eminem — Fall