Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Alike, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 (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 (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 Maserati 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 Kapri 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 into 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 hit 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, prostitute retirin' |
We can spit it for ya advance |
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 (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 |
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy) |
The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) |
But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang) |
Like you was gonna do somethin' |
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy) |
And you got juice, lil' youngin, you're buggin' |
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery |
Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin' |
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 put a |
Strap on, in other words if you're gonna |
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 (skrrt) |
Oh, you run the streets, huh? |
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? |
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' 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 talkin' 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 commentin' on my daughter Hailie |
I keep on tellin' motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot really |
I need Ja memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly |
I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off |
Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock, demi-god |
Let me put a fucking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me |
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew |
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through |
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma |
Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell |
With a motherfuckin' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly |
Only time you'll ever say I lost |
You'll be talkin' '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 OGs, R.I.P. |
Prodigy |
Sold Dre my soul and I told him |
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated though made it soldier |
There's no shame, it's okay to own it |
'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho |
But now those days are over |
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin' over |
My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion |
I fuck 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 Goldman I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole |
As they both hate to choke and my whole plate is soakin' |
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and |
I stick and I turn in a rotatin' 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 fuckin' these syllables |
I let them lick on my genitals |
I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick |
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable |
That you're bitches are fuckin' with, the original |
I consider me and Nickel 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— |
(Man, fuck this shit, let's go) |