Fall文本歌词
作词 : M Mathers/M Williams/L. Resto/Brandon Burton/J. Vernon
作曲 : M Mathers/M Williams/L. Resto/Brandon Burton/J. Vernon(Photoshoot!)You know, everybody's been tellin' meWhat they think about me for the last few monthsIt's too loudMaybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about themCan't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lotIt's too loudThree’s not a crowd all up in itSlow fireDon't fall on my faceDon't fall on my faith, ohDon't fall on my fateDon't fall on my faith, ohDon't fall on my fateDon't fall on my–Gotta concentrate, against the clock I raceGot no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's paceWent from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. DreIn 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 faceI know this time Paul and DreThey won't tell me what not to say (Nope!)And though me and my party daysHave all pretty much parted waysYou'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made \"Not Afraid\" (Yah)One last time for CharlamagneIf my response is late, it's just how long it takesTo hit my ****in' radar, I'm so far away (Woo)These rappers are like Hunger GamesOne minute, they're mockin' JAY (Yeah)Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy DrakeMaybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk awayBut all the hate, I call it Walk-on-Water-GateI've had as much as I can tolerateI'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patienceI can take all of you mother****ers on at once (Yeah!)You wanted Shady? You got him!Don't fall on my face (Yeah)Don't fall on my faith, ohDon't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr!)Don't fall on my fate (Ha)Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten itOr have his body bag get zippedThe closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches (Pump it up!)And don't make me have to give it back to AkademiksSay this shit is trash again, I'll have you twistedLike you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly (Yeah)Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thotLacking with it, \"He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit\"Ho, you better go back and listenYou know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let upCall it trap 'cause it's a total setupHopin' that you rappers fall in thatDre said, \"Hold your head up!\" (Huh?)—Kathy GriffinStackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competitionThis is how I shot ahead (Pew)—Gabby GiffordMy attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in businessTyler create nothin', I see why you called yourself a ******, bitchIt's not just 'cause you lack attentionIt's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-religiousIf you're gonna critique meYou better at least be as good or betterGet Earl the Hooded SweaterWhatever his name is to help you put togetherSome words, more than just two lettersThe fans waited for this moment like that featureWhen I stole the show (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Haha)Don'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 (Haha)Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy)Just remember, I was here before youAnd I'll be here after you make your run-in for youDetractors, I'ma have to **** Pitchfork with a corkscrew (Ah!)Just what the doctor orderedRevenge is the best medicine (Yeah)Increase the dose, from least to mostAnd then tell the Grammys to go and **** themselvesThey suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leechesSo they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the showEvery parasite needs a host (Ha-ha)Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard ofAll I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murderedTime to separate the sheep from goats (Yeah)And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghostsWhen rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh)A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the airSomewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirrorThat's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even careBut you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocketHow I'm buryin' these artistsOn a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly'And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell aloneOr I'll show you an Elvis cloneWalk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic boneUse your telephone and go fetch me the remotePut my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah)I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture!I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, theSeans, the K-Dots, the 5'9\"s, and ohBrought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moanBut I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah)It's too loudCan't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lotIt's too loudThree’s not a crowd all up in itSlow fire