Renaissance歌词
作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all the swaggy antics in the papers
Shank is danglin', the baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar chain but it carve names in it
Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' it
You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephant's eye, this of the tough element
Of intelligent hoodlum, arrested development
Cellar dwellers and wise intelligence, it's elementary
Through hell I went, accelerate from lack of melanin
Failin' in school, smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit givin' a **** and started to sell a bit
Now just travel inside the mind of a hater
'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers
"Kendrick's album was cool but it didn't have any bangers"
"Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer"
"Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse"
"Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger"
"I didn't like the beat so I hated Mike the week later"
You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers
So what they do for the greats? Pick the part of Picasso and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face, stupid
You ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (Hm)
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all the swaggy antics in the papers
Shank is danglin', the baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar chain but it carve names in it
Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' it
You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephant's eye, this of the tough element
Of intelligent hoodlum, arrested development
Cellar dwellers and wise intelligence, it's elementary
Through hell I went, accelerate from lack of melanin
Failin' in school, smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit givin' a **** and started to sell a bit
Now just travel inside the mind of a hater
'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers
"Kendrick's album was cool but it didn't have any bangers"
"Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer"
"Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse"
"Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger"
"I didn't like the beat so I hated Mike the week later"
You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers
So what they do for the greats? Pick the part of Picasso and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face, stupid
You ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (Hm)
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