Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Alike , by - Eminem. Release date: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Alike , by - 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 (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) |
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|---|---|
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| The Real Slim Shady | 2004 |
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| Lose Yourself | 2004 |
| Without Me | 2009 |
| Detroit Vs. Everybody ft. Royce 5'9, Big Sean, Danny Brown | 2014 |
| Superman ft. Dina Rae | 2001 |
| Losing Out ft. Royce 5'9 | 2008 |
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| Yah Yah ft. Royce 5'9, Black Thought, Q-Tip | 2020 |
| Not Afraid | 2010 |
| The Monster ft. Rihanna | 2012 |
| Scary Movies ft. Eminem, Royce 5'9 | 1999 |
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Lyrics of the artist's songs: Eminem
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Royce 5'9