| In my mind I’ma fighter, my heart’s a lighter
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| My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
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| Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
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| Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
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| Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed
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| Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I’m sick
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| Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
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| Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
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| This dynamite stick buried the wick, it’s gonna explode any minute
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| Some lunatic lit it and it’s not Nelly
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| Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
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| So stop dwelling an I am not felling
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| You f*ckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly
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| This is Destiny, yes money I’m of running
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| So get off of me, I’m not slowing or softening
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| No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry
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| You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me
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| No apologies, y’all feelin' the force of me
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| No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
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| No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
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| 'till I get a call that god’s coming
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| No apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny
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| I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies
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| My head hit’s the pillow, a weeping willow, I can’t sleep, a pain so deep it
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| bellows
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| But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand’s on my head,
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| touched knees to elbow
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| I’m hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen,
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| you don’t know me
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| I keep saying it, I can’t stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next
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| to the subs
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| I choke mic’s like asphyxiation when I’m stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
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| F*ck yeah Ima basket case and I mastered this rap sh*t, 'till my ass gets
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| wasted, 'till my assassination
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| 'till I’m slain 'cause of some fag’s infatuation
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| 44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that’s the case then
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| No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry
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| You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me
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| No apologies, y’all feelin' the force of me
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| No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
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| No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
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| 'till I get a call that god’s coming
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| No apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny
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| I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies
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| This song isn’t for you, it’s for me, a true MC
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| It’s what it do just to see if he still has it
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| And if his skills mastered
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| He’s able to spill raps long after his killed, that’s a real MC
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| Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly
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| You still agree, as long as there’s still this hunger and will in me
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| Then expect a longer life expectancy
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| I’d be a savage beast if I ain’t have this outlet to salvage me inside
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| I’d be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
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| So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
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| It’s silly, I’m really a sheep in wolf’s clothing
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| Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don’t be fooled
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| The press blows up this whole thing, it’s stupid
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| They don’t know cause they don’t see that I’m wounded
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| All they did was ballooned it
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| I’m sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
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| That’s why I tuned it out, I’m sick of dukin'
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| An they can suck my dick while I’m pukin', an you too, you can
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| Expect no sympathy from me I’m an mc
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| This is how I’m supposed to be
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| Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
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| So expect no apologies
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| Expect no sympathy from me I’m an mc
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| This is how I’m supposed to be
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| Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
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| So expect no apologies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Apologies , by - Eminem. Song from the album Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп