You 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
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my–
Gotta concentrate against the clock I race
Got no time to waste,
I'm already late, got a marathoner's pace
From an addict to a workaholic,
Word to Dr. Dre in that first m*******a tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
They won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You swear to God I've forgot him, to God it made not afraid
One last word to Charlemagne
If my response its late, it's just how long it takes
To hit my ******' radar, I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they're mocking Jay
Next minute, they get they style from Migos,
Then 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 could take all of you m**********rs on at once
You want it, Shady? You got it!
Don't fall on my face
Yeah
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Light him up!
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Brr
Don't fall on my fate
Look
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fascinate
Or have his body baggaged if the closest thing
He's had to hits is smacking b*****s
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this s**t 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
"Lacking with it, he ain't spit like this in his last s**t"
Hoe, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow a let up
Call it traps '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 c**k it back on competition,
This is how I shot a head (pew)
Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous,
Jack the ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothing,
I see why you called yourself a f****t, *****
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's 'cause you worshipin' twelve b***s,
you're sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me,
You better at least be as good or better
Get all the hooters wetter,
Whatever his name is to help you
Put together some words, more than two letters
The fans waited for this moment
Like the feature when I stole this show
Sorry if I took forever
Don't fall on my face
Yeah
Don't fall on my faith, oh
I won't
Don't fall on my fate
Light him up!
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Ha
Don't fall on my fate
It's too easy
Just remember–I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detract this, I might have to **** pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the medicine
Increase the dose, unleash the monster
Then tell the Grammys to go and **** themselves
And 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 hose
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 muredered
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 that prayer
A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this
While he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for,
the I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' a 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 can prolly compare me to your car
'Cause I'm barely gettin' started
And far as, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you clone
Walk up in this house you own
Brush my pelvic bone
You should tell a phone 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
Throughout the world, 50 Cent, you the squad,
Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall... *****!
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire