Eminem_-_Not_Alike_(ft._Royce_Da_5'9_)_(Lyrics)(256kbps)

[00:00.77] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

[00:02.02] Yeah

[00:13.77] Brain dead, eye drops

[00:15.52] Pain meds, cyclops

[00:17.27] Daybed, iPod

[00:19.02] "May-back," Maybach

[00:20.77] Trainwrecks, sidewalks

[00:22.52] Payless, high-tops

[00:24.02] K-Fed, iHop

[00:26.02] Playtex, icebox

[00:27.52] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[00:29.27] That's how much we have in common (Whoa!)

[00:31.02] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[00:32.77] That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)

[00:34.52] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[00:36.27] That's how much we have in common

[00:37.27] We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!)

[00:41.27] I don't do Jordans and Audemars

[00:43.02] I do explosions and Molotovs

[00:44.77] Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed

[00:46.52] I blow the smoke from the car exhaust

[00:48.27] Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me

[00:51.52] I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy

[00:55.02] I don't gotta hire goons

[00:56.02] I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely

[00:58.52] The sky is blue, the tires new

[00:59.52] The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy

[01:02.02] Why these dudes tryna figure out

[01:03.52] How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)

[01:05.52] I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G

[01:08.77] Everybody doin' chick joints

[01:10.02] Probably rob these little dudes at fist point

[01:12.02] 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel

[01:13.77] Now everybody doin' Bitcoin

[01:15.27] We don't got nothin' in common (No!)

[01:17.27] We don't got nothin' in common (No!)

[01:19.02] Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups

[01:21.27] On them uppers-and-downers (Woo!)

[01:22.52] I'm into stuff like doublin' commas

[01:24.27] Find me a brother who's solid

[01:25.52] To count the shit up and then bust the shit down

[01:27.02] When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down

[01:29.02] We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic

[01:30.52] Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower

[01:32.27] Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff

[01:34.27] Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics

[01:36.02] Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts

[01:38.27] To dropped in the park in a pile of shit

[01:39.77] Knowledge is power, but powerless

[01:41.27] If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it

[01:42.52] Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it

[01:44.02] Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'

[01:45.77] We can spit it for your advance

[01:47.52] I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants

[01:49.27] You niggas—

[01:50.02] Brain dead, eye drops

[01:51.52] Pain meds, cyclops

[01:53.27] Daybed, iPod

[01:55.02] "May-back," Maybach

[01:56.52] Trainwrecks, sidewalks

[01:58.52] Payless, high-tops

[02:00.16] K-Fed, iHop

[02:01.80] Playtex, icebox

[02:03.80] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[02:05.30] That's how much we have in common (Whoa!)

[02:07.05] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[02:08.80] That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)

[02:10.55] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[02:12.30] That's how much we have in common

[02:13.55] We are not alike, there's nada like us—

[02:15.80] You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!)

[02:18.05] The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!)

[02:19.80] But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!)

[02:21.55] Like you was gonna do somethin'

[02:23.05] Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!)

[02:24.55] And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'

[02:26.05] You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery

[02:28.30] Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'

[02:30.05] Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!)

[02:31.55] And gats cock, your partners better tool up

[02:33.31] This has not to do with muscular

[02:35.05] But have guns for sure, you better put a

[02:36.80] Strap on, other words if you're gonna

[02:38.55] Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal

[02:40.55] 'Cause this bar is over your head

[02:42.05] So you better⁠—{gun cock}⁠—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!)

[02:44.80] Oh, you run the streets, huh?

[02:46.30] Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?

[02:48.05] This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself

[02:50.30] He wants to keep up his tough demeanour

[02:52.05] So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na

[02:54.55] But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne

[02:56.05] If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun

[02:58.30] And I'm talkin' to you

[02:59.30] But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly

[03:01.30] I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss

[03:03.81] But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie

[03:05.55] I keep on telling motherfuckers

[03:06.55] But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly

[03:11.80] I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off

[03:13.55] Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god

[03:14.80] Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little

[03:16.80] Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me

[03:18.81] You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew

[03:21.05] Obviously, I'm not getting through

[03:22.81] We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma

[03:24.94] Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell

[03:26.94] With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly

[03:29.19] Only time you'll ever say I lost

[03:30.69] You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy

[03:32.69] Just to try to get me off

[03:33.94] And you better hope I don't call Trick Trick

[03:35.19] Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city

[03:36.94] Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy

[03:39.94] Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me

[03:42.19] That I'll be the most hated, though made it

[03:43.44] So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it

[03:45.19] 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho

[03:46.94] But now those days are over

[03:47.69] I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open

[03:49.44] My code name is groper, I role play with lotion

[03:51.19] I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan

[03:53.69] Old lederhosen with home-made explosives

[03:55.19] I blow 80 holes in you

[03:56.44] Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows

[03:57.69] And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman

[03:59.44] I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole

[04:01.44] As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'

[04:03.19] I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and

[04:04.94] I stick and I turn in a rotating motion

[04:07.94] Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals

[04:10.44] Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal

[04:11.69] I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals

[04:13.19] I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick

[04:15.69] A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable

[04:17.19] That you bitches fuckin' with, the original

[04:18.44] I consider me and Nickel identical—but not us

[04:20.94] The only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck

[04:23.44] Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other

[04:25.44] None come close to skunk, bug, soldier

[04:27.19] Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older

[04:29.08] Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster

[04:30.58] Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster

[04:32.58] Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster

[04:34.83] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[04:36.33] That's how much we have in common (Whoa!)

[04:37.83] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[04:39.33] That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)

[04:41.09] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[04:42.58] That's how much we have in common

[04:44.33] We are not alike, there's nada like us—

[04:46.72] (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)