[Intro: Kito Abashi] 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)
[Verse 1: Ez Mil] 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
[Chorus: Ez Mil] 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
[Verse 2: Ez Mil] 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 the G.O.A.T, 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
[Chorus: Ez Mil] 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
[Verse 3: Eminem] Guess I've really no right to complain much hip hop has been good to me huh But when they say that I'm only top five 'cause I'm white why would I be stunned My skin color's still working against me (What) 'cause second I should be to none Being white ain't why they put me at five (Nope) it's why they can't put me at one (Whoot) They're comin' with more venom so the haters I'm aimin' it towards them and All the envious rappers I'd torch if I'm on a joint with 'em And that is the only retort is I'm not played in the clubs motherfucker put a cork in it Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (Why?) is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Haha) I am a guest in this house but I turned this bitch to a mansion That's an expansion made it gargantuan England Germany France and Japan's in this bitch Even Dubai because my music they do buy You die tryin' this scientists two psy chiatrists could not un-screw my head up the blue eyed devil I never quit do I Naw cause you know you'll get washed like a bar of soap you pussy you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke And I know it eats at your heart like an artichoke because you know that's how likely you are to choke Your heart is broke as I rip you apart I go bananas precede to spit every bar I wrote I was spittin' before my mother's water broke it's not even close you bitch I'm by far the goat Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your mouths Bitch you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound Ya'll need to stick to what you do best shootin' schools up yeah go load up rounds In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash but boy (What up doe) There's 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) God was like "I got him" but I'm gonna start him at the bottom of the barrel brought him in the world With a ma that was on valium and his father was a coward taught him as a child when no fucking 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 probably gonna sound like a cliché but when haters try to beat you down Say fuck 'em
[Chorus: Ez Mil] '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
[Outro: Eminem] I'm just playin', Gen Z, you know I love youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
