Realest

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>[Ez Mil:]</i> I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha) Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home (Who did that?) 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 aimin' 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 business 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 (Okay) Minus a nine from ten, 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 finna 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 <i>[Eminem:]</i> 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 five '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 five (Nope) It's why they can't put me at one (Woo) They come in with more venom So the haters, I'm aimin' it toward them (Brr) 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?) Motherfucker, put a cork in it Only reason they still play your shit in the club (Why?) Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Ha-ha) I am the guest in this house but I turn this bitch to a mansion (What? Yeah) 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 Two 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, bro (Damn) I was speaking 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 (Whaddup, though?) This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid And I'll be the last to toy with, this juice-head, his 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 him and his father was a coward Taught him as a child when the fuckin' body was around Had 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" <i>[Ez Mil:]</i> '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>[Eminem:]</i> I'm just playin' Gen Z You know I love you