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Lucky You (Feat. Joyner Lucas) [Official Audio]

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  • I show this to aquaman.. . . . . Now he's drowning

  • I showed this to 69 Now he snitched.

  • JOYNER!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Rip mumble wrapped signed sealed delivered male extinct like pay phone it in 911 need fire em up the valium just turn up the doses like fire hoses better bring moses with roses like a dozen that the water cant seem to clean dirty.. say it back stick to the clean of you cant ground up like the dead...yes I mean looking up at the ground thru tulips roots so deep most cant grasp but hold on trying to pick a dozen

  • It says kamikazei on the plane brush is this naruto

  • omg...

  • You’re amazing 🤯😍

  • Ems piano sounds like the minecraft song

  • I relate

  • Eminem killed all mumble rappers mumble rap is on life support

  • RIP xxx

  • If u disliking this u are dumb af mumble rapers are shit and fake they don't have to work for anything

  • Whoa, , Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woah! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and you're finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies I, run at you hard like a sumo (sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up until the beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone, and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (Woo!) I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually coming from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap, let's recap Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that Feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me the snap though (lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?) On the brink, any minute Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything With acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat, I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine With the minithin, it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour And that drought y'all have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juic

  • Maverick is eminem

  • I can't stop listening to this song

  • fireeeee🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  • Sitting at my humble corporate desk, listening to this masterpiece. Em has gotten me through so much in life with his music. When I am angry, depressed, and even in a silly mood, I can always rely on EM, thank you!

  • thought i actually clicked on a beastie boys song but no i clicked on this eminem trash

  • Hit like for 'Cinema Beyond Entertainment'

  • 2:44 Eminem best version's comes out #slimshady #voice

  • Yo I’m so glad he made a beastie boys tribute

  • This is not fire . It is a fucking volcano

  • I decided to listen to 97 bonnie and clyde before this. Oh how the times change

  • 3:08

  • This song is bad a$$

  • Eminem sounds like this wack ass rapper Jay Lucas who sounds like every other moddern rapper. I want eminem to succeed but not like this. There's songs in this album and "Revival" that sound just like this. Take away the made up words and it sounds like Migos who are also complete crap.

  • Can't match the caliber of a G.O.A.T

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  • Just tell em j black did it and the natural habit is San Julian on rc

  • ❤️❤️

  • N word

  • R.I.P mumble rap

  • [Intro] 💎💎💎 0:01 whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Joyner Lucas] 0:10 🔥🔥🔥 yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it all my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food pass the plate! where my drink? this my day, lucky you fuck you too, woo! [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] 0:37 y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] 0:50 back on my bullshit, my back to the wall turn my back on you, all of you finished back to these bullets, it's back to the job pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' these packs and I'm actually pumpin' can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' you mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time 1:31 straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys if I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers some chains and some blades and a couple of knives choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree my twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies 1:42 I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo) they say I talk like a chulo (chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (woo) bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (rah) you play your cards, I reverse on you all and I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup) cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo 1:56 they've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now shit get relevant 'til 'nother the beef die down in truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now 2:09 I said ain't no love for the other side or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) when I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope you in the wrong cab down the wrong path nigga, wrong way, wrong road snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower [Bridge: Eminem] 1:51 💎💎💎 I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it this is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you thank? (woo!) [Verse 2: Eminem] 2:18 💎💎💎 I got a couple of mansions still I don't have any manners you got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter they're askin' me, "what the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers 4:07 and actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winnin' I wish I could say "what a wonderful feelin'!" "we're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceilin'!" but nothin' is feelin' like anyone has any fuckin' ability to even stick to a subject, it's killin' me the inability to pen humility hatata batata, 4:19 why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em! fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up don't give an ounce of a motherfuck about the ones that were 4:26 here before you that made rap let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? we need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'cause half of these rappers have brain damage all the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad, but in fact, where the old me at? the same cat that would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that 4:44 but I think it's inevitable they know what button to press or what lever to pull (4:48 stack?) to get me to snap though (lil bitch) and if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger but you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (get it?) 4:51 on the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' everythin' with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again as I peak into thinkin' about a evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again 4:57 'cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin it better be at least 70 or 300 milligram and I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again 5:03 levels to this shit, I got an elevator you could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater 5:10 motherfucker now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA but I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy 5:17 it's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California wishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'all been prayin' for my downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw still the same Marshall, that outlaw that they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy [Chorus: Joyner & Eminem] 3:52 so y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [three hundred milligram] 👀 👇👍 👏 💎💎💎

  • 🏳️‍🌈⃠

  • The mumble part 😂

  • 1:28 OR MAYBE YOU WANT THIS 3:08

  • I showed this to my friend He is the same but he liked the song.

  • I can't even blink as fast as Eminem's rap (Actually, try it)

    • He just did this live in hawaii and fucking killed it!

  • Its fire , but why so underrated song dammit

  • Lucky you (Feat.Eminem) [Official Audio]

  • I got sliced 5 different ways the first time i heard this

  • MAD BARS!!

  • y'all gotta move 💀

  • lil Eminem

  • LUCKY ME FUCK YOU GAY

  • I am that mother fucker. KILLILLUMANITI DEA FBI CIA ALL GOVERNMENTS ALL A LIE. SUPPORT DISCLOSURE #Wake up sheepeople 🐑

  • I showed this to my weaner Now I'm Justin Bieber

  • smh

  • GooD Music :)

  • Joyner, Lil Pump, Lil Yatchy, MGK Joins Chat Joyner Lucas: Me and Em killed this song. What yall think? Lil pump: Em Sucks Lil Yatchy: He dont even matter anymore MGK: Hes getting old Joyner Lucas: Wow! Eminem Joins Chat. Lil pump left Chat. Lil Yatchy left Chat. MGK left Chat. Eminem: What did I miss Joyner Lucas: I dont even know

  • Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woah! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and you're finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies I, run at you hard like a sumo (sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up until the beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone, and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (Woo!) I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually coming from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap, let's recap Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that Feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me the snap though (lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?) On the brink, any minute Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything With acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat, I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine With the minithin, it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour And that drought y'all have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

  • Em. Fristal goot

  • I will fool you Read more

  • As much as I wanted Joyner with Em, I'm absolutely disappointed

  • This guy is the goat no doubt

  • Eminem:- Don't do it Don't do it Don't do it Slim Shady:- Kamikaze

  • 3:13 rap god what?

  • Yo Eminem diss the fuck out of Tory Lanez for jumping Dax

  • They are rap god...

  • Joyner, Lil Pump, Lil Yatchy, MGK Joins Chat Joyner Lucas: Me and Em killed this song. What yall think? Lil pump: Em Sucks Lil Yatchy: He dont even matter anymore MGK: Hes getting old Joyner Lucas: Wow! Eminem Joins Chat. Lil pump left Chat. Lil Yatchy left Chat. MGK left Chat. Eminem: What did I miss Joyner Lucas: I dont even know.

    • Beautiful

    • Vintage Matthew it was not really a diss. Em just said he didnt enjoy his music and thats just personal preference

    • +Nowl Driesten Remember when Em dissed Yatchy that's why I added him

    • Im so confused about this comment. Lil yachty has mad respect for em

  • Fight music break my damnn hands hitting your head on par with the beat

  • Those 15k dislike don't know good music $$$

  • Last time something was this fast was when Hitler ran over france in 1940

    • Nice 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

  • Each like I will add a heart

  • Eminem is the fucking bitch of dr. dre.

  • I really really like this song👍

  • It doesn't

  • Joyner collab with eminem to get popular joyner's song has more views than this

  • R.I.P. MUMBLE RAPPERS

  • real rap always win

  • [Joyner Lucas:] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it) Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woo! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of nines Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo) Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah) You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup) Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah) You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!) [Eminem:] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (Woo!) I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya digs in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain to pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah) [Joyner Lucas:] Y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

  • Eminem che flo

  • 3:25 My Math Teacher

  • 3:25 My Math Teacher

  • 3:25 My Math Teacher

  • lucky them D:

  • lucky them D:

  • my damn god

  • 3:26 End of discussion.

  • OUR RAP GOD!!!!!!!!

  • “I’m that cracker” LOL

  • Who said time travel isn’t possible?

  • Lil Lungs have left the chat... 😂

  • These rappers have brain damage!

  • 3:13

  • Yeet

  • heavenaangels25@gmail.com

  • You can't be a rapper unless your mind sync with the beat.

  • It's shocking that this CS-tv video has only gotten 54 million views!! It should be more

  • I do eminem's fast part at 131% guys go check that out along with my other music

    • Fuck off nobody’s gonna listen to it

  • Damn both of them rap faster than me when I throw my phone under my pillow when I hear my mom walking at night.

  • Eminem is the mothafuckin GOAT. 🐐

  • Showed this to 6ix9ine...... Now he’s 0ero0ero

  • Em raps faster than I swish mouthwash 😅

  • Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Fast for the worst wi-fi 👏

  • Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it) Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woo! [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of nines Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo) Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah) You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup) Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah) You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fucking law mower ,>[Bridge: Eminem] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (Woo!) [Verse 2: Eminem] I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya digs in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain to pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy [Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem] So y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

  • I showed this to Mac miller.... Now he’s laying down face flat while the bass slaps

  • 1:53 my dudes😂🤣

  • Stupid shit: I played this to my intel atom x5 z8350 Its a i7 7700k now

  • If the song did'nt diss the grammys then it would have probably won this time bruh.