Artist/Band:
Eminem
Lyrics for Song: Split Shine
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Eminem
Verse 1
I Â’ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
With words put togeather better then sony electronics,
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
Gassoline the scene, strike the match,
Inferno, IÂ’m to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
And make my career take a incline,
IÂ’m strick with knives, straight with razors,
Good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
Been around the world on a million stages,
Watch niggaÂ’s bitch up and go through changes,
I had gunÂ’s before guns was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and niggaÂ’s ainÂ’t laughin...
Chorus
IÂ’m gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I wonÂ’t lye down,
Fight the good fight donÂ’t need no help,
Keep your hands up defend yourself,
Move like I move and live lifelong ,
CanÂ’t move up if your hearts not strong,
Get your own shit cause this shitÂ’s mine,
Every time I spit, I shine
Verse 2
Cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
Back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
Still actin up, get found in the trunk of an acuva,
Yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
Straight stone face donÂ’t fuck with gay shit,
So I guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
Drew down, let off, facate to new town,
You feel like bishop, induced now,
Gotta flame thrower that will burn
Great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
Rough sound, same strong background,
Bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
My whole train of thought is the party,
Any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
IÂ’m a spit till my very last breath...
(fuck yÂ’all)
Chorus
Verse 3
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ainÂ’t came up yet well niggaÂ’ let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexicanÂ’s throat,
You ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
The body shake for a second, then it canÂ’t stop a second,
The evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
If you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
Might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
Castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you canÂ’t stomach,
You ainÂ’t a killer you a album filler,
You ainÂ’t a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
Chorus
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