Eminem - Music To Be Murdered By (Album)
Eminem - Music To Be Murdered By (Album)

Leggi il Testo I Will Eminem. “ I Will” è una canzone di Eminem feat. feat. Joell Ortiz, Royce da 5’9’’ & KXNG Crooked estratta dall’album “Music To Be Murdered By“. Di seguito il Testo in lingua originale e la traduzione in italiano. I Will Lyrics

Testo I Will Eminem

And I don’t think that I can stop it (Here it comes) I do my best?to?try to block?it (Redrum) I’ve been sipping on like,?vodka (Head’s numb)

I’m blacking out, you better watch it (It’s bedlam)

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said “Kill” I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will”

I’m a long way away from where you are in skill Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin’ four inch heels She on the orange pill And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels Sacha Baron Cohen, Farrell, where am I going with this? Oh yeah, a bar at will And when you throw the iron in it, I’m all that still The truth for real, I’m real truth, call that treal This is my house, this place is mine Posted on any corner on any coast I’m on You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone Tear to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone Elite beat boxer minus the raps Rollin’ with at least three choppers, Ryan is that I literally keep three shotters

I’m lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said “Kill” I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will”

Yeah, slaughter goons under the moonlight John Wilkes, that’s who I’m in the booth like Abra— I go ham for dead presidents And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched? Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented The nigga gotta send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and dust forever I see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcher The minute we spot ya, the semi’ll pop, nigga, we got ya I’m livin’ to conquer, remember the mantra, I’m grippin’ the launcher Like Eminem-Dr. with no guilty conscience I’m still shockin’ like droppin’ a boombox in bathwater

More shockin’ than a pissed off Blanka

I just finished fuckin’ a fish called Wanda I’m finna wander off into yonder Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster I remember the sponsorin’ thought that conquered his triple entendre You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber Quit horsin’ around in this building or you a goner Your Willy Wonka persona won’t help you any longer I’m Optimus, I make prime examples of mini-Tonkas Hogtie your squad and go bonkers Spin, grab your own guitar and Honky Tonk ya Oh, your boss on par like good golfers?

I put a hole in one of you birdies with this evil and launch it (Pew)

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said “Kill” I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will”

Now this will probably be the illest most shit that I’ve ever said God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head ‘Cause I said motherfuck school and instead went to special ed Sippin’ Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time That I startled my mom and had her scared to death Word to Method Man She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio She was like, “What the heck was that?” She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, “Protect your neck” Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always Rejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don’t have a choice Just a third to my will will overpower yours Using about a fourth to create the amount of force It’ll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylen— or Enter my house of whores with a thousand floors Got a crown of thorns, but it won’t fit around the horns But I’ma keep it a buck like a dollar store I’m more than you bargained for and I am far more worse Than a fourty-some bar Lord Jamar verse Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse You could say I swore to protect My image I have zero time or regard for I never was, been claiming rap when it’s not yours If it was anyone’s house G Rap and Rakim would be havin’ you mop floors Run-DMC would be havin’ you cleanin’ sinks Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link Rest of these youngins of mine Time to start throwing some shade, this time I’m shutting the blinds ‘Cause when I’m looking at y’all, shit, it’s no wonder it’s why I need a visor, ’cause y’all are just suns in my eyes Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it Next door to an abortion clinic Newborn infants tortured and tormented With their foreheads dented when they drop ’cause the floor’s cemented Their corpses get ornamented The corner where the store has been rented To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin’ Distorted, twisted, this isn’t no storybook ending This is only the beginning So Lord forgive me, I’m hearing voices

I can’t ignore them anymore, they’re winning

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said “Kill” I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will”

And I don’t think that I can stop it (Here it comes) I do my best to try to block it (Redrum) I’ve been sipping on like, vodka (Head’s numb)

I’m blacking out, you better watch it (It’s bedlam)

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Eminem - Music To Be Murdered By (Album)
Eminem – Music To Be Murdered By (Album)