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eminem - not alike كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up!
yeah

[pre-chorus: eminem]
brain dead, eye drops
pain meds, cyclops
daybed, ipod
maybach, my bach
trainwrecks, sidewalks
pay less, high-tops
k-fed, ihop
playtex, icebox

[chorus: eminem]
that’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
that’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
up on this mic, when we’re on it
that’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
that’s how much we have in common (woo!)
that’s how much we have in common
we are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
i don’t do jordans and audemars
i do explosions and molotovs
y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
i blow the smoke from the car exhaust
flyin’ to a party i am not invited to, feelin’ like the streets need me
i ain’t gotta dance long as my ferrari spyder move like c breezy
i don’t gotta hire goons
i’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
the sky is blue, the tie is new
the masarati white and cool like g-eazy
while these dudes tryna figure out
how to do a freestyle as fly as me
i’m confused tryna figure out how to do kapri styles and mya g
everybody doin’ chick joints
probably rob these little dudes at fist point
remember everybody used to bite nickel
now everybody doin’ bitcoin
we don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
we don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
y’all into stuff like doubled-up styrofoam cups
on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
i’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
find me a brother who’s solid
to count the sh-t up and then bust the sh-t down
when the cops set us up, we can flush the sh-t down
we can not give a f-ck, sh-t, a f-ckin’ colonic
sellin’ your c-ck and your b-tt for a follower
possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
now you’re slippin’, call it a power trip, a product of politics
y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
to dropped in the park in a pile of sh-t
knowledge is power, but powerless
if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
y’all music sound like dr. seuss inspired it
hirin’ strippers, prost-tutes retirin’
we can spit it for ya advance
i’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in prince pants
you n-gg-s—

[pre-chorus: eminem]
brain dead, eye drops
pain meds, cyclops
daybed, ipod
maybach, my bach
trainwrecks, sidewalks
pay less, high-tops
k-fed, ihop
playtex, icebox

[verse 2: eminem]
you say you’re affiliated with murderers, k!llas (ayy)
the people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
but you’re just a wannabe gunna (gang)
like you was gonna do somethin’
actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy)
and you got juice, lil youngin, you’re buggin’
you ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
b-tch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom)
and gats c-ck, your partners better tool up
this has not to do with muscular
but have guns for sure, you better pull up
strap on, in other words if you’re gonna
roll up with your (gang) you’re gon’ need a -rs-nal
’cause this bar is over your head
so you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt)
oh, you run the streets, huh?
now you wanna come and f-ck with me, huh?
this little c-ck-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
he wants to keep up his tough demeanor
so he does a feature, decides to team up with nina
but next time you don’t gotta use tech n9ne
if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
and i’m talkin’ to you, but you already know who the f-ck you are, kelly
i don’t use sublims and sure as f-ck don’t sneak-diss
but keep commenting on my daughter hailie
i keep on telling motherf-ckers, b-tches, in case you forgot really
i need ja memories, jars like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
i respond rarely, but this time shady ’bout to sound off
like a f-ckin’ c-cked semi glock, demi-god
let me put a f-cking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
you’re not ready, fool, break yourself like rocksteady crew
obviously, i’m not gettin’ through
we can get it poppin’ like redenbach, lettin’ off like remy ma
heavy artillery, gotta deal harsh with a harsh child
pulla motherf-cking heart bigger than bizarre’s belly
only time you’ll ever say i lost
you’ll be talkin’ ’bout fetty wap, better call diddy
just to try to get me off, and you better hope i don’t call trick trick
b-tch, this sh-t don’t fly in our city
pump, you don’t disrespect ogs, r.i.p. prodigy
sold dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
that i’ll be the most hated, though made it
so that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
’cause life is a b-tch, she’s a bow-legged ho
but now those days are over
i harvey weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
my code name is groper, i role play with lotion
i f-ck the whole world then i throw away the trojan
olé the hoes like with home-made explosives
i blow eighty holes in you
don’t make me go in, i oj the flows and
i’m insult to injury, rolaids to goldman
i throws dre a motrin, i throated nicole
as they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin’
i’m double-edge sword it ’cause one place i poke and
i stick and i turn in a rotatin’ motion
invisible with the pen, i’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
stick my d-ck and put the tip in at minimal
i’m f-ckin’ these syllables, i let them lick on my genitals
i’m a f-cking invisible, indefensible, despicable, difficult pr-ck
a little bit unpredictable, i spit the formidable
that you b-tches are f-ckin’ with the original
i can say that me and nickel are identical, but not us
the only thing we have in common is i’m a d-ck and you suck
otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other
none comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster
lug, nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
young thug poster, unplugged toaster

[chorus: eminem]
that’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
that’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah)
that’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
that’s how much we have in common (woo!)
that’s how much we have in common
we are not alike, there’s not alike us—
(man, f-ck this sh-t, let’s go)

- eminem

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