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realest - ez mil & eminem lyrics

[intro: kito abashi]
if i was in the philippines, he’ll be like my muhf*ckin’ malcolm x to my martin luther king
because he ain’t a fightin’ to go unnoticed
there’s no way i was gonna cross ’em off like he’s just some any rapper, like a one*hit wonder (yeah)

[verse 1: ez mil]
i’m on whatever you on, i ain’t gon’ talk on the phone (haha)
keep that same energy f*ckin’ with enemies
it’s gettin’ temptin’ to run in your home (who did that?)
huh, buddy, i do it alone, cudi said word to my homes
don’t just go hit ’em ’cause i gotta drive
you focus on aimin’ that bl!ck at his dome, no cap
you motherf*ckers be lucky as f*ck that ain’t n0body envious of you enough
take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did
’cause you learn, you give it up, or get f*cked in turn, homie

[chorus: ez mil]
i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
’cause i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[verse 2: ez mil]
i done got hit on the head, barely survived that sh*t (okay)
minus a nine from ten, eminem’s spot still sits
but f*ck a position, i’m tunin’ him in
let all you rock out with it, i ain’t ever gonna be an opt*out mission
get the glock out with it, get to poppin’, dip out and smoke
with the homies we mobbin’, while i’m cleanin’ the stash of my calibers
some of them might got ya’ name on ’em
wanna brag about sh*t that could happen
i am the reason that they got a chain on ’em
when i rap, they consider me a gatling
fillin’ up mags, i’m finna go clapping
get in that bag with the g.o.a.t, b*rabbit, i know they hate this flow
i’m in the mode to get to k!llin’ again with the best stick in your dome
you’re never gettin’ a penny or less, stealin’ the flows
and i’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes
they get to b*tchin’, the bigger the br**sts, nevertheless
i’ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better
instead of settin’ the bet up, i let up with the beretta
make it, “duka*duka*doo,” on you b*tches in front of peta
’cause i’m kinda gettin’ fed up of leavin’ y’all wet up like
[chorus: ez mil]
i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
’cause i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[verse 3: eminem]
guess i’ve really no right to complain much hip hop has been good to me huh
but when they say that i’m only top five ’cause i’m white why would i be stunned
my skin color’s still working against me (what) ’cause second i should be to none
being white ain’t why they put me at five (nope) it’s why they can’t put me at one (whoot)
they’re comin’ with more venom so the haters i’m aimin’ it towards them and
all the envious rappers i’d torch if i’m on a joint with ’em
and that is the only retort is i’m not played in the clubs motherf*cker put a cork in it
only reason they still play your sh*t in the clubs (why?) is ’cause you still perform in ’em (haha)
i am a guest in this house but i turned this b*tch to a mansion
that’s an expansion made it gargantuan england germany france and j*pan’s in this b*tch
even dubai because my music they do buy
you die tryin’ this scientists two psy
chiatrists could not un*screw my head up the blue eyed devil i never quit do i
naw cause you know you’ll get washed like a bar of soap you p*ssy you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke
and i know it eats at your heart like an artichoke because you know that’s how likely you are to choke
your heart is broke as i rip you apart i go bananas precede to spit every bar i wrote
i was spittin’ before my mother’s water broke it’s not even close you b*tch i’m by far the goat
gen zers actin’ like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your mouths
b*tch you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound
ya’ll need to stick to what you do best shootin’ schools up yeah go load up rounds
in your parents’ gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town
shout to the furious five and grandmaster flash but boy (what up doe)
there’s someone who really is furious stay out his path his wrath avoid
and i’ll be the last to toy with a juice head whose brain is like half destroyed
like a meteor hit it well there went melle mel we lost his ass to roids (d*mn)
god was like “i got him” but i’m gonna start him at the bottom of the barrel brought him in the world
with a ma that was on valium and his father was a coward taught him as a child when no f*cking body was around
how to get himself up and out of poverty and now not even a growl in his stomach gotta be a hound
’til they put your body in the ground probably gonna sound like a cliché but when haters try to beat you down
say f*ck ’em
[chorus: ez mil]
’cause i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
’cause i’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[outro: eminem]
i’m just playin’, gen z, you know i love you

- ez mil eminem lyrics

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