Lyrics You & Slim - Mads Veslelia

You & Slim

Back when you started out aiming for originality
I was in the attic training hourly
Probably polishing my gimmicks and lyrics
So I could imitate, mirror the image of mr.
clarence nemesis
The fearless, illest mc, no feelings
No limits, dealings, or critics
Could ever stop me, I’m gritty
Hønefoss Rock City
Knowing no fucks I’m giving
No camouflage, revealing that I got mom spaghetti
On my tanktop
But then again MGK stole my title
What am I supposed to, go date Dido
Heard she’s doing a comeback
So I go to her c*ntcert, no wonder I’ma psycho
Oh, bout to relapse in my bedroom
Back on that wannabe sh*t, with no headroom (HAH)
For any type of original flow, I steal anything just so I can blow
As an Eminem clone
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, maybe we’re twins
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, we could be friends
So what’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s american and i’m a norwegian
What’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s original and i’m just try to be him
Yo I stay with it
Other rappers tryna hate, play with it
Sh**t yourself in the leg, been always claiming it (PJUM)
You get bodied like I’m Adam Merkin
There nobody in this country that be fu**ing with me, this Eve
The speed, and lyrics to the cadence, furious and I’m raging
Funeral for days when I’m sh**ting up the place for not giving me no
placements (ssszen)
NF said nothing he’s locked in my basement
I could’ve been popping, went sneaker shopping
I Let You Down, gotta stay insta bottom cropping
I’m kinda skitzo, mosquito that keep on peeve yah and sting yah
I’ll never leave you, fo shizzle, no sleep, I’m back buzzing
When I was 12 wanted my nose to be pointy
Wrapped it in ducktape, tried to reshape the growing
They say I have no respect for the culture
But still your favorite rappers get out-rapped by a poser
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, maybe we’re twins
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, we could be friends
So what’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s american and i’m a norwegian
What’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s original…
Hey, hold up, hold up, hold up
Stop the beat a minute
I got something to say
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin'
I need you to get me the fuck out of Norway
I’m ready afobic, and they trapped me up here in a tiny snow cave
Nah, guess I can’t complain
I’m logic without pimples, a baby face
And imma rock, like i’ve been dope since seven grade
Drinkin' Monster the impostor and a fan of grace
Understand the hate
I should wear a tupé
I got thin hair, but fat bars to come play
And promoters that a cracker get booked
But see me as a joke 'till i perform, they get starstrucked
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, maybe we’re twins
What’s the difference between you and Slim
Nothing I can think of, we could be friends
So what’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s american and i’m a norwegian
What’s the difference between you and Slim
He’s original and i’m just try to be him
I mean he got fat bars and…
Mine’s are more like, Chubby