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Eminem - Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics

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Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, told you we’d be back
Welcome 2 Hell

[Eminem]
There’s a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet
It’s like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I didn’t put a dent in the game compared
To the damage I’ve yet to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt
I’ll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm
I’ll be the bomb, you’re just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants
And see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
Sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit
Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast don’t miss it
Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don’t ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
Just know, that all he knows is this
It’s better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity
Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep
Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
Except one, you asked who is it?

[Royce]
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Matthew
A book of matches, lighting them under white linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic
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Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass
Your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they gon’ laugh
When you’re going to the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us
Better be something with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons
That we need to be in your prayers
Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
Which means they wanna breath our air
With these ideas, anybody thinkin’
That the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime
That’s like saying that bad boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah

[Eminem]
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
I swear, better be aware, there’s too much at stake
And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don’t even wear

[Royce]
This gotta be no fair
This like hittin’ the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it
And perhaps you’ll have no rebuttalin’
In fact, you seein’ me in this rap
And it’s like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

[Eminem]
Back to bash her skull again
Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)
Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors
You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
It’s been a long time
But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now
And we only get iller with time
Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin’ us to pipe down
It’s like talking to a meth head
Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fighting it while he’s watching internet porn
About to meet his death with an erection
My God, what I mean is
David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don’t get?
I’m saying I die hard

[Royce]
When you listen to my bars, nothin’ but the F-I-R/ E
Comin’ out your iPod (we) come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin’ white walls

[Eminem]
Got your mother suckin’ my balls
(While we) fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say I’m sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall
(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry
Two different entities, with a propensity
To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth
Welcome to the CD

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Artist: Eminem lyrics Title: Lose Yourself

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Lyrics to Lose Yourself :

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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"Hol' Up" is a song performed by American rapper Kendrick Lamar, expected to be featured on his upcoming mixtape entitled "Section 80" dropping on July 2, 2011. His debut album called "Good Kid in a Mad City" is going to be release next year.

Kendrick Lamar - Hol' Up Lyrics

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her
Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em
I'll prob'ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty b-tches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big sh-t poppin'
Section 80

Back in this b-tch in the back of that b-tch
With' my back against the wall and yo' b-tch on the edge of my dick
Jump off
I call a b-tch a b-tch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with' devils holdin' hands
From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin' for help, somebody

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big sh-t poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option
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Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big sh-t poppin'
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)

24/7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it
The King of Diamonds with' diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'I'm
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane
When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big sh-t poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big sh-t poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga...

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor

Hol' up

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