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      Not Alike

      Eminem

      Album: Kamikaze

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      Eminem - Not Alike Música y Letra

      Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! 
      Yeah 
      
      Brain dead, eye drops 
      Pain meds, cyclops 
      They bed, iPod 
      Maybach, my bach 
      Trainwrecks, sidewalks 
      Pay less, high-tops 
      K-Fed, iHop 
      Playtex, ice spots 
      
      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!) 
      
      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 Capri 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 in the 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 shit up and then bust the shit down 
      When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down 
      We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic 
      Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower 
      Possible cup, for 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 shit 
      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, prostitutes retirin' 
      We can spit it for ya it vans 
      I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants 
      You niggas—
      
      
       
      
       
      Brain dead, eye drops 
      Pain meds, cyclops 
      They bed, iPod 
      Maybach, my bach 
      Trainwrecks, sidewalks 
      Pay less, high-tops 
      K-Fed, iHop 
      Playtex, ice spots 
      
      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!) 
      
      You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy) 
      The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) 
      But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) 
      Like you was gonna do something 
      Acting like you catching bodies (ayy) 
      And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging 
      You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing 
      Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom) 
      And gats cock, 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 a Gunner 
      Roll up with your (gang) 
      You're gon' need a Arsenal 
      'Cause this bar is over your head 
      So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt) 
      Oh, you run the streets, huh? 
      Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? 
      This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling 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 talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly 
      I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss 
      But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie 
      I keep on telling motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot 
      Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly 
      I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock 
      Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me 
      You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew 
      Obviously, I'm not getting through 
      We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma 
      Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell 
      Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly 
      Only time you'll ever say, I lost 
      You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy 
      Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick 
      Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city 
      Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy 
      Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier 
      There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe 
      But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over 
      My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion 
      I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan 
      Olay 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 
      Rolex to gold in and I'm 
      They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soaking 
      And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion 
      Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in 
      At minimal, I'm fucking these syllables 
      I let them lick on my genitals 
      I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable 
      I spit the formidable, that you're bitches are fucking 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 dick and you suck 
      Otherwise one has nuttin' 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 
      
      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 on the mic 
      (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)

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