Eminem - Fall

Il testo

You know, everybody's been tellin' me what 
they think about me for the last few months
It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what 
I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway 
stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my

Gotta concentrate against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I'm already late, 
I got a marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, 
word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 
'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre, 
they won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days 
have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I've forgot 
I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
One last time for Charlemagne
If my response is late, it's 
just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they're mocking Jay
Next minute, they get they style 
from Migos, then they copy Drake
Maybe I just don't know when 
to turn around and walk away
But all the hate I call it 
"Walk on Water" gate
I've had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waitin', 
I done lost my patience
I can take all of you 
motherfuckers on at once
You want it, Shady? You got it!

Don't fall on my face
Yeah
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Light him up!
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Rrr
Don't fall on my fate
Look

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, 
he better fasten it
Or have his body baggage zipped
The closest thing he's had 
to hits is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give 
it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, 
I'll have you twisted like you had it when 
you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll 
never catch me with a thot
Lacking with it, "he ain't spit 
like this in his last shit"
Hoe, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin' 
I'll slow up, let up
Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
Dre said, "Hold your head up"
Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition, 
slap the clip and cock it 
back on competition, 
this is how I shot a head (pew)
Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, 
jack the ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothing, I see why 
you called yourself a faggot, bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, 
you're sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me, 
you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, 
whatever his name is to help 
you put together some words, 
more than two letters
The fans waited for this moment
Like the feature when I stole this show
Sorry if I took forever

Don't fall on my face
Yeah
Don't fall on my faith, oh
I won't
Don't fall on my fate
Light him up!
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Ha
Don't fall on my fate
It's too easy

Just remember–I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make 
your run-in for you
Detract this, I might have to 
fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, unleash the monster
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, 
they suck the blood from all 
the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, 
get a name to 'em
See the show, every parasite needs a host
Then give Album of the Year to somebody 
that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single 
word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, 
I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, 
I was that wing in the prayer
A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this 
while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the 
rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' 
a Oxford dictionary in my pocket 
how I'm buryin' these artists
On the scale it turns to minus
Mines is various as hardly 
and what's scary is you prolly can compare me 
to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started
And as far as Lord Jamar, 
you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own
Brush my pelvic bone
You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown!
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, 
the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, 
the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, 
you did squat, pissed and moaned, 
but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!

It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down 
the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire