Dj MOI - Shady 2.0. | Текст песни

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[Eminem]

Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf

[Yelawolf]

Put these in a box and I send ‘em away
Put em in a grade lac, pop the trunk
Hey throw em in the back, jack hi, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox, when I print up a page
Moving keys I cant relate, cause I live in a cave
I throw up the A, I take em to school
I give em a grade
An easy E for effort
Thats WWA, white with an attitude
Alphabet soup is on my plate
All I got is Z’s they sleeping on me, I can’t get ‘em awake
I spoon feed them the sound in deceiver and clowns
who believe they making it rain cause
All they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato with a bunch of
meatheads like f-ck it
I just feed em a cow
Plenty of white boys you can pick from this year
But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what its like to pick a
fight with me
It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah with a speedo or at least in my case Addidas
I might drink this Sprite by the 2 litre
Holla, Shady records

[Joe Budden]

Say I’m from the new school, I’ma say check ya tone and watch ya mouth
If they teaching how to dougie, I’m condoning dropping out
Forced a while your birth gave me up
I just infected being hip hops foster child, now check it
I don’t blame y’all for being trash fans and copping it
The radio’s the crime scene the masses are the hostages
In my youth I throw shots, the fan would dodging it
I’m grown, I aint watching the throne, I’m sabotaging it
You see that four headed monster and the storm looms
Sniper from a distance, the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Got a figure here you won’t get bigger if you on shrooms
Was left to me I would revive what the game be bout
I’da took the wine outta Amy’s house
Enough raps from you scrub cats about cocking a snub back
Wayne couldn’t teach me how to love that
But I got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke but she comes for money
Think my bread is her paper to burn so I lock her out and now she doubt
David is Stern
She so bad I make her hit the tele from a taxi and dead her in that
holiday inn
Learnt that from Max B
Thats why the haters empty condo on a semi lamas
I made it right before the eyes like I was Benihannas
Is it me, is what I’m hearing this pitiful
Earways they same now the stereo’s typical
My skin thick so the critics ignore
So unafraid to die you think I did it before
The boys Rodman with the trash talk
Magic walk with the black board way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, hoody and mask would be the ? with no passport
Body be found in the mansion in one of my trap doors
If pumps had awards ya status whore categore
Propbably that , Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
I know hip hops alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn’t survive the smell

[Crooked I]

I spot a victim to plot thicken when the clock is ticken
I caught em slippin, I gotta give em a shot, I hit ‘em with proper spittin
Hottest writtens and compositions, so competitions a contradiction
Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably
different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as Bugatti engines
I’m on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric diggin a dish for
different spittas
We lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor
Spit like a sick mixture
Notorious Pun and L get the big picture
The poster I’ll roast ya, my mind so deadly its just like the being is
close to a holster
It’s over control my whole coastal region like I’m supposed ta
Flow is going postal evening, open season
Heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy
Approach I’m squeezing

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