Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don’t take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy but I’ll prolly never get it
I ain’t never had no trophy or no motherfuckin’ ribbon
Fuck the system, I’m that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
I’m about to risk it all, I ain’t got too much to lose
Y’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Fuck you too, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you, all of you finished
Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin’
Back on my hood shit, it’s back to the pushin’
These packs and I’m actually pumpin’
Can’t fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin’
You mighta went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
I’m actually buzzin’ this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told ’em the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don’t kill you, just know you gon’ suffer this time
I ain’t no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin’ but lies
I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)
I live in Mars, I’m not Bruno (woo)
Bitch I’m a dog, call me Cujo (rah)
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo
They’ve invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin’ for somethin’ I prolly can never find now
Shit get relevant until the beef die down
In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
I’ve been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty, I’ll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son’ll be alright now
I said ain’t no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
When I die I’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin’ lawn mower
[Bridge: Eminem]
I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get ’em
Wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the fuckin’ recognition
Fuck’s the difference?
I’m that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eatin’ long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (woo!)
[Eminem]
I got a couple of mansions
İki üç tane konağım var ama
Still I don’t have any manners
Hala hiç terbiyem yok
You got a couple of ghost writers
Şarkı sözlerini senin yerine yazanlar var ama
But to these kids it don’t actually matter
Aslında bu çocuklar için hiçbir değeri yok
They’re askin’ me, “What the fuck happened to hip-hop?”
Bana ”Hip-hop’a ne oldu” diye soruyorlar
I said, “I don’t have any answers.”
Ben de ”Hiçbir cevabım yok” diyorum
‘Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
Çünkü geçen sene albümü çıkardığımda büyük eleştiri aldım
It hurt me like hell but I’m back on these rappers
Bok gibi canım yandı ama bu rapçilerin götlerine geri döndüm
And actually comin’ from humble beginnings
Ve aslında mütevazı başlangıçlardan geliyorum
I’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
Kazanmaktan biraz rahatsızım
I wish I could say “What a wonderful feeling!”
Keşke ”Ne kadar güzel bir his”
“We’re on the upswing like we’re punchin’ the ceiling!”
”Tavanı yumrukluyormuşuz gibi iyileşme sürecindeyiz” diyebilseydim
But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any fuckin’ ability To even stick to a subject
Ama hiç kimsede bir konu üzerinde duracak kadar yetenek varmış gibi gelmiyor
It’s killin’ me The inability to pin humility
Alçakgönüllülüğü sabitleyememe yetersizlikleri beni bitiriyor
Hatata batata, Why don’t we make a bunch of Fuckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em!
Hatata batata, niye hiçbir şey hakkında olan şarkılar yapıp kelimeleri gevelemiyoruz
Fuck it, I’m goin’ for the jugular
Şahdamarı hedef alıyorum
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
Sanayi bir sirk olmuş, sıradaki siz palyaçolar
Don’t give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap
O rapi yapmadan önce kendilerinizden öncekilere gram bile saygı göstermiyorsunuz
Let’s recap, way back, MC’s that wreak havoc on tape decks
En başından özet geçelim, kaset destelerine delik açan MC’ler
ADATs, where the G Rap’s and Kane’s at?
ADAT’ler, G Rap ve Kane nerede?
We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
Bize 3 tane ASAP ve Masta Ace’i geri getirmek lazım
‘Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin’, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
Çünkü bu rapçilerin yarısının beyni lean hakkında rap yapmaktan, yüzlerindeki dövmeler yüzünden, şurup içmekten hasar görmüş
I don’t hate trap, and I don’t wanna seem mad
Trap müziğinden nefret etmiyorum ve kızgın gibi görünmek istemiyorum
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
Ama eski ben nerede? Aynı kedi
That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that
Ters tepkiyi alıp da geriye savuran kedi, ona ihtiyacım var
But I think it’s inevitable
Ama galiba bu kaçınılmaz
They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though
Beni çıldırtmak için hangi düğmeye basacaklarını ve hangi kaldıraçları kaldıracaklarını biliyorlar
And if I’m payin’ attention I’m probably makin’ it bigger
Ve eğer aldırış ediyorsam muhtemelen işi daha da büyütüyorum
But you’ve been takin’ ya dicks in the fuckin’ back, ho (get it?)
Ama siz alacağınız yarağı götünüzden alıyorsunuz
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin’ of finishin’ Everything with acetaminophen and reapin’ the benefits
Sınırdayım, dakikalar bana her şeyi haplarla ve ektiğim şeyi biçmekle bitirmeyi düşündürüyor
I’m asleep at the wheel again
Tekrar başka bir ritmi öldürmeye niyetlenirken
As I peak into thinkin’ about an evil intent Of another beat I’ma kill again
Direksiyon başında yine uyumaktayım
‘Cause even if I gotta end up eatin’ a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
Çünkü sonum tekrar hap yada minithin ile birlikte ketamine ve methamphetamine kullanmakla biterse
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
En az 70 ila 300 miligram olsa iyi olur
And I might as well ’cause I’ma end up bein’ a villain again
Ve kullanayım bari çünkü kötü adam olacak kişi yine ben olacağım
Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
Bu hip-hop’ın seviyeleri var ama bende de asansör var
You could never say to me I’m not a fuckin’ record breaker
Bana rekor kırıcı birisi değil diyemezsin
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Ne zaman bir rekor kırsam kulağa kırılmış bir rekormuş gibi geliyorum
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Kimse benim yaptığım mirası alamaz
Motherfucker know I got a right to be this way
Orospu çocuğu benim böyle olmaya hakkım olduğumu biliyorum
I got spite inside my DNA
DNA’ım içinde garez var
But I roll ’til the wheels fall off, I’m workin’ tirelessly, ayy
Ama tekerlekler çıkasıya kadar gitmeye devam ediyorum, yorulmadan çalışıyorum
It’s the moment y’all been waitin’ for
Hepinizin beklediği an geldi
Like California wishin’ rain would pour In that drought
Tıpkı California’nın yağmuru beklediği gibi
Y’all have been prayin’ for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
8 Mile’dan Southpaw’a kadar hepiniz düşmem için dua edip duruyordunuz
Still the same Marshall, That outlaw
Hala eski Marshall’ım, o haydut
That they say as a writer might’ve fell off
Söz yazıcı olarak eski formunu kaybetmişim diyorlar
I’m back on that bull like the cowboys
O boğanın üstüne kovboylar gibi geri çıktım
So y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move
O yüzden hepiniz yer açmalısınız
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice
