Eminem

Letra de Not Alike

Letras de Eminem

"Not Alike"

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! 
Yeah 

Brain dead, eye drops 
Pain meds, cyclops 
They bed, iPod 
Maybach, my bach 
Trainwrecks, sidewalks 
Pay less, high-tops 
K-Fed, iHop 
Playtex, ice spots 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 
Up on this mic, when we're on it 
That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (woo!) 
That's how much we have in common 
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) 

I don't do Jordans and Audemars 
I do explosions and Molotovs 
Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed 
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust 
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me 
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy 
I don't gotta hire goons 
I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely 
The sky is blue, the tie is new 
The Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy 
While these dudes tryna figure out 
How to do a freestyle as fly as me 
I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Capri styles and Mya G 
Everybody doin' chick joints 
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point 
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel 
Now everybody doin' Bitcoin 
We don't got nothin' in common (no) 
We don't got nothin' in common (no) 
Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!) 
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas 
Find me a brother who's solid 
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down 
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down 
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic 
Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower 
Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff 
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics 
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts 
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit 
Knowledge is power, but powerless 
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it 
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it 
Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin' 
We can spit it for ya it vans 
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants 
You niggas—


 

 
Brain dead, eye drops 
Pain meds, cyclops 
They bed, iPod 
Maybach, my bach 
Trainwrecks, sidewalks 
Pay less, high-tops 
K-Fed, iHop 
Playtex, ice spots 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 
Up on this mic, when we're on it 
That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (woo!) 
That's how much we have in common 
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) 

You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy) 
The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) 
But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) 
Like you was gonna do something 
Acting like you catching bodies (ayy) 
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging 
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing 
Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom) 
And gats cock, your partners better tool up 
This has not to do with muscular 
But have guns for sure, you better pull up 
Strap on, in other words if you're a Gunner 
Roll up with your (gang) 
You're gon' need a Arsenal 
'Cause this bar is over your head 
So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt) 
Oh, you run the streets, huh? 
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? 
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself 
He wants to keep up 
His tough demeanor, so he does a feature 
Decides to team up with Nina 
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun 
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly 
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss 
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie 
I keep on telling motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot 
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly 
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock 
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me 
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew 
Obviously, I'm not getting through 
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma 
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell 
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly 
Only time you'll ever say, I lost 
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy 
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick 
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city 
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy 
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier 
There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe 
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over 
My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion 
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan 
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you 
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury 
Rolex to gold in and I'm 
They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soaking 
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion 
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in 
At minimal, I'm fucking these syllables 
I let them lick on my genitals 
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable 
I spit the formidable, that you're bitches are fucking with the original 
I can say that me and Nickel are identical 
But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck 
Otherwise one has nuttin' to do with the other 
None comes close to 
Skunk, bug, soldier 
Tongue, shrub, shoulder 
One month older 
Sponge, mob, colder 
None, rug , hoaster 
Lug, nut, coaster 
Lung, jug roaster 
Young Thug poster 
Unplugged toaster 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 
Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah) 
That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 
That's how much we have in common (woo!) 
That's how much we have in common 
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic 
(Man, fuck this shit, let's go)
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