Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zeus, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Zeus |
She says I am trash, but she listens to Tekashi (Damn) |
Bitch, you lost me (Yeah) |
Fair weather, wishy-washy |
She thinks machine washed me (What?) |
Swear to God, man, her favorite rapper wish he'd cross me (Yeah) |
I love conflict, got a obnoxious (What?) subconscious (Yeah) |
I'm afraid to unlock it (Nah) |
Keep those monsters in the closet |
I'm what an idiotic ('Otic) savant is (Savant is) |
But I've been throwin' down gauntlets since that underground Rawkus (Yeah) |
Where I planted my roots (What? Yeah) |
That's how I had a whole planet that roots for me |
As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think (Nah) |
So imagine the havoc these black thoughts are to wreak (Tariq) |
As in Trotter, I keep slaughterin' beats |
Shout out to Beatminerz and T-Minus |
But, me, long as I breathe, promise to be honest |
And wholeheartedly, apologies, Rihanna |
For that song that leaked, I'm sorry, Ri |
It wasn't meant to cause you grief |
Regardless, it was wrong of me, but |
I be on my own (Yeah), head up in the clouds like Zeus |
When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?" |
But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus |
Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy |
Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy |
Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy |
You could give your whole damn life to the music thing |
They gon' turn around like they don't love you |
Yeah, they woke a giant up |
So when I get back on my feet, don't wonder why in the |
Fuck is my head in the clouds (Nah) |
G5 with the stewardess, gettin' head in the clouds (Haha) |
Mile-high club (Why?), I give a flying fuck (Fly and fuck, no) |
Punchliner just tryin' to survive in this climate of vaginas (Bitch) |
Who dyin' to cancel my ass like Aunt Jemima syrup |
I'm a shit-stirrer, you're a dime-a |
Dozen, said I couldn't do it |
Hit Europe, kicked the door in, put a foot through it (Ugh) |
Like a stirrup (Stirrup) |
Used to have to sit and watch them bills pile up (Yeah) |
Now I just sit back and watch them bills pile up (Haha), but |
I be on my own (Yeah, woo), head up in the clouds like Zeus |
When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?" |
But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus |
Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy |
Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy |
Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy |
You could give your whole damn life to the music thing |
They gon' turn around— |
I've seen them come and go |
I've seen the hugest (Hugest) debuts ('Buts) |
I've had a great view to see the (See the) game through (Through) |
And, Drake, they're gonna turn on you (You) one day too (Too) |
And the more you win, the sooner (Sooner) they do |
They'll be calling you a trash bin |
Sayin' that your new one isn't better than your last and |
Even if it is, once they start to turn their backs |
They ain't never comin' back in |
They did it to Chance |
Next they'll be mentionin' Future in the past tense (Yeah) |
Or sayin' "Adiós" to Migos |
I ain't dissin', I'm just tryna keep the shit a C-note (Yeah) |
Same people been tryna do the shit to me, so |
I call them people (Peephole) |
Because they're so easy to see through 'em (See through 'em) |
But a fighter's all I knew how to be |
I got the shit beat out of me (Yeah) |
Tripped and fell and blew out a knee (Pop) |
Popped it back in and hopped up like, "Fuck it (Fuck it) |
Best two out of three", yeah |
Man, I gotta be doin' (What?) somethin' right |
I got eleven years of sobriety (Yeah) |
So the only bottom I'ma be hittin' is if it's sodomy |
Wait, I mean, you would think that somebody handed a saw to me (Sodomy) |
How I'm choppin' these bars |
They keep wantin' me to rap responsibly |
When I'm constantly passin' the buck like the fuckin' Dollar Tree |
But I'ma always remind you that I came from poverty |
Black people saved my life, from the Doc and Deshaun |
And all that we want is racial equality |
R.I.P. |
Laquan McDonald, Trayvon, and Breonna |
Atatiana, Rayshard, and Dominique |
Eric Garner and Rodney King |
No, we can't get along 'til these white motherfuckin' cops |
Who keep murderin' Blacks are off the streets (Off the streets) |
And, as far as squashin' beef, I'm used to people knockin' me |
But, just not in my camp |
And diplomatic as I'm tryna be |
Last thing I need is Snoop doggin' me |
Man, Dogg, you was like a (Yeah) damn god to me |
Nah, not really (Haha) |
I had "dog" backwards |
But I'm startin' to think, all these people takin' shots at me |
Shit, it's no wonder |
I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeus |
When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?" |
But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus |
Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy |
Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy |
Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy |
You could give your whole damn life to the music thing |
They gon' turn around like they don't love you |