Realest Lyrics – Eminem | Ez Mil
Realest Lyrics
If i was in the philippines he’ll be like my muhfuckin, Malcolm x to my martin luther king, Because he ain’t a fightin to go unnoticed, There’s no way i was gonna cross ’em off, Like he’s just some any rapper like a one hit wonder.
Yeah, i’m on whatever you on, I ain’t gon’ talk on the phone, Keep that same energy fuckin with enemies, It’s getting tempting to run in your home, Huh, buddy, i do it alone cudi said word to my homes, Don’t just go hit ’em ’cause i gotta drive, You focus on aiming that blick at his dome, no cap, You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain’t nobody envious of you enough, Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed, Then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did, ‘Cause you learn, you give it up, or get fucked in turn, homie.
I’m the realest in the business, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition, ‘Cause i’m the realest in the busines, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition.
I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit, Minus a 9/10, eminem’s spot still sits, But fuck a position, i’m tunin’ him in, Let all you rock out with it, i ain’t ever gonna be an opt-out mission, Get the glock out with it, get to poppin’, dip out and smoke, With the homies we mobbin’, while i’m cleanin’ the stash of my calibers, Some of them might got ya’ name on ’em, Wanna brag about shit that could happen, I am the reason that they got a chain on ’em, When i rap, they consider me a gatling, Fillin’ up mags, i’m fina go clapping, Get in that bag with a gold b rabbit, I know they hate this flow.
I’m in the mode to get to killin’ again, With the best stick in your dome, You’re never gettin’ a penny or less, stealin’ the flows, And i’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes, They get to bitchin’, the bigger the breasts, nevertheless, I’Ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better, Instead of settin’ the bet up, i let up with the beretta, Make it, duka-duka-doo, on you bitches in front of peta, ‘Cause i’m kinda gettin’ fed up of leavin’ y’all wet up like.
I’m the realest in the business, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition, ‘Cause i’m the realest in the business, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition.
Guess i’ve really no right to complain much (nah), Hip-hop has been good to me, huh (well), But when they say that i’m only top 5, ‘Cause i’m white, why would i be stunned (huh), My skin color still workin’ against me (what), ‘Cause second i should be to none (ha), Being white ain’t why they put me at top 5 (nope), It’s why they can’t put me at one (woo), They’re comin’ with more venom, So the haters, i’m aiming it toward them (brrr), And all the envious rappers, i torch if i’m on a joint with ’em (yeah), And that is the only retort, is i’m not played in the clubs (what), Mothe**ucker, put a cork in it, Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why), Is ’cause you still perform in ’em (ha ha), I am a guest in this house but i turned this bitch to a mansion, That’s an expansion, made it gargantuan (huh, what), England, germany, france and japan’s in this bitch (huh, yeah), Even dubai, because my music, they do buy (what), You died tryin’ the scientist, 2 psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off, The blue eyed devil, i never quit, do i (nah), Nah, ’cause you know you’d get washed like a bar of soap (yeah), You pussy, you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke (ha-ha), And i know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (yeah), Because you know that’s how likely you are to choke (yeah), Your heart is broke as i rip you apart, I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar i wrote (damn), I was spittin before my mother’s water broke, It’s not even close, you bitch, i’m by far the g.o.a.t, Gen z is actin’ like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (yeah), Bitch, you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound (nah), Y’all need to stick to what you do best (what), shootin schools up, gat’, go load up rounds, In your parents’ gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (uh huh), Shout to the furious five and grandmaster flash, but, boy, This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid, And i’ll be the last to toy with a juice-head whose brain is like half destroyed, like a meteor hit it, Well, there went melle mel, we lost his ass to ‘roids (damn), And god was like, i got ’em, but i’m gonna start ’em at the bottom of the barrel, Brought him in the world where the mother was on valium, and his father was a coward, Taught him as a child when no fuckin’ body was around, How to get himself up and out of poverty, and now, Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound, ‘Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a cliche, But when haters try to beat you down, say fuck ’em.
‘Cause i’m the realest in the business, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition, ‘Cause i’m the realest in the business, And everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings, Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, So stop tryna be another addition.
I’m just playin gen z, You know i love you.
Realest Song Info:
| Song: | Realest |
| Singer(s): | Eminem, Ez Mil |
| Musician(s): | Luis Resto, Eminem |
| Lyricist(s): | Ez Mil, Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto |
| Label(©): | Ez Mil |