K-pop Lyrics

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
Three's not a crowd 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 tapeguess
I got a chronic case (yeah)
And I ain't just blowin' smoke
'Less it's in your momma's face
I know this time Paul and Dre
They won't tell me what not to say (nope)
And though me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God
I forgot I'm the guy that made Not Afraid
One last time for Charlamagne
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 mockin' J
Next minute they get their style from Migos
Or 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 wanted Shady? You got him
Don't fall on my face (yeah)
Don't fall on my faith oh
Don't fall on my fate (line 'em 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 bag get zipped
The closest thing
He's had to hits is smackin' 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
Lackin' with it "he ain't spittin' like this
On his last shit"
Ho you better go back and listen
You know me better thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Call it trap '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 ahead (pew)Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious Jack the Ripper
Back in business
Tyler create nothin'
I see why you called yourself a bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's because you worship D12's balls
You're sack-religious
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 just two letters
The fans waited for this moment
Like that feature
When I stole the show (ha)
Sorry if I took forever (haha)
Don't fall on my face (yeah)
Don't fall on my faith oh (I won't)
Don't fall on my fate (line 'em 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
Detractors
I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose from least to most
And 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 MC the show
Every parasite needs a host (haha)
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 (yeah)
And I got no faith in your writers
I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most
I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin' 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 a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'
Mine says 'very' yours says 'hardly'
And what's scary is you
Probably can compare me
To your car 'cause I'm just barely
Gettin' started (woo)
And 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
Thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone
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 inspired 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
Piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall bitch
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs
From the parking lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire