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  • eminem'in royce da 5'9 ile seslendirdiği 2018 çıkışlı kamikaze albümünden enteresan bir şarkı. özellikle 2010'larda patlayan elleri sağa sola sallayarak abuk subuk sözler sayıklama suretiyle 'dıdıdıdıdıdı' diye dümdüz rap yapma modasına eminem'i de mi kaptırdık diye birkaç saniye korkutan, sonrasında ise iyi dönüşler yaparak bir diss şarkısının tonuna, beatine, flowuna yakışır bir şekle kavuşan güzel yapıt.
  • her ne kadar (bkz: trap rap) gibi gorunse de (bkz: eminem)'in suan ki rap endustrisini domine etmiş (bkz: mumble rapper)'lara diss parcası.

    beat (bkz: tay keith) tarafından bestelenmiş. bilinen trap beatlerden en yaygını olarak (bkz: drake) ve (bkz: blocboy jb) (bkz: look alive) parcasına ilk beat ile gonderme bulunuyor.

    ikinci beats ise (bkz: ronny j) tarafıdan bestelenmiş ve (bkz: soundcloud rap) tarzında.aslında zekice (bkz: bad and boujee)- (bkz: migos) 'a gönderme bulunuyor.

    ayrıca populer olan modern rap kulturune de gondermeleri fark edebilirsiniz.
  • marshall ağabeyimin kamikaze albümünden süper gaz verici parça. royce da efsane söylemiş. beat, söyleme biçimi migos'un "bad and boujee" şarkısına benzetilmiş ama mumble yapsa onlardan iyi yapacak kitapsız marshall ağabeyim
  • look alive beati ile aslında sadece bad and boujee değil, aynı zamanda bhad bhabie'nin hi bich şarkısı ile de dalga geçtiği eminem şarkısı.
  • eminem'in kamikaze albümünden royce da 5'9" ile yaptığı güzel bir düet şarkı. eminem resmen coşmuş. şarkının sözleri:

    [intro]
    tay keith, fuck these niggas up!
    yeah

    [pre-chorus: eminem]
    brain dead, eye drops
    pain meds, cyclops
    daybed, ipod
    "may-back", maybach
    trainwrecks, sidewalks
    payless, high-tops
    k-fed, ihop
    playtex, icebox

    [chorus: eminem]
    that's how much we have in common (yah!)
    that's how much we have in common (whoa!)
    up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
    that's how much we have in common (yuh!)
    that's how much we have in common (woo!)
    that's how much we have in common
    we are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yah!)

    [verse 1: royce da 5'9"]
    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 tires 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 (while)
    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
    'member 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 cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
    sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
    possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
    now you 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've got it and you do not acknowledge it
    y'all music sound like dr. seuss inspired it
    hirin' strippers, prostitutes 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—

    [pre-chorus: eminem]
    brain dead, eye drops
    pain meds, cyclops
    daybed, ipod
    "may-back", maybach
    trainwrecks, sidewalks
    payless, high-tops
    k-fed, ihop
    playtex, icebox

    [chorus: eminem]
    that's how much we have in common (yah!)
    that's how much we have in common (whoa!)
    up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
    that's how much we have in common (yuh!)
    that's how much we have in common (woo!)
    that's how much we have in common
    we are not alike, there's nada like us—

    [verse 2: eminem]
    you say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
    the people you run with are thuggin' (gang!)
    but you just a wannabe gunna (gang!)
    like you was gonna do somethin'
    actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy!)
    and you got juice, lil youngin, you 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 (pew!)
    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, 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 commenting on my daughter hailie
    i keep on telling motherfuckers
    but just in case you forgot really and need ja memories
    jarred 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 fuckin' 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 motherfucking 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 then told him the moment he signed me
    that i'll be the most hated, though made it
    so that 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 hanging open
    my code name is groper, i role play with lotion
    i fuck the whole world then i throw away the trojan
    old lederhosen 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, rolaids to goldman
    i'm throat spray and motrin, i throated nicole
    as they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
    i double-edge sword it 'cause one place i poke and
    i stick and i turn in a rotating motion
    invisible with the pen, i'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
    stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
    i'm fuckin' these syllables, i let 'em lick on my genitals
    i'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
    a little bit unpredictable, i spit the formidable
    that you bitches 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 nothin' to do with the other
    none comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
    tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
    sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
    lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
    young thug poster, unplugged toaster!

    [chorus: eminem]
    that's how much we have in common (yah!)
    that's how much we have in common (whoa!)
    up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
    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 nada like us—
    (man, fuck this shit, let's go)
  • hayır şarkının şurasını dinleyen machine gun kelly şey mi dedi kendi kendine "ben bu adamı alırım". şu rhyme'a şu flow'a bak aq. ağzıyla ateş ediyor herif.
  • eminem abimizin isterse trap'in de kralını yapabilecek taşşağa sahip olduğunu söylemiş şarkıdır.
  • nakaratını her dinlediğimde en kötü kıkırdadığım eminem'in kamikaze albümünde royce da 5'9" ile seslendirdiği parça.

    "so you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)
    oh, you run the streets, huh?
    now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
    this little cock-sucker, he must be feeling 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
    ıf you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
    and ı'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, kelly
    ı don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
    but keep commenting on my daughter hailie
    ı keep on telling motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot
    really ı need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
    ı respond, rarely but this time shady
    'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi glock
    demigod, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy
    cornball taking shots at me
    you're not ready, fool, break yourself like rocksteady crew
    obviously, ı'm not getting through
    we can get it poppin' like redenbach, letting off like remy ma
    heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
    put a motherfucking heart in bigger than bizarre's belly
    only time you'll ever say, ı lost
    you'll be talking 'bout fetty wap, better call diddy
    just to try to get me off and you better hope ı don't call trick trick
    bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
    punk, you don't disrespect og's, r.ı.p. prodigy"

    kırmızı çizgisi* geçildiği için yukarıdaki kısmıyla machine gun kelly (mgk)'ye de atışlarını gerçekleştirmiş, bu kısmını dinleyen mgk video çekerek şampanya patlatmış, bununla da yetinmeyip rap devil isimli taşlama parçası* yayınlamış, eminem reyiz de bunlara killshot isimli parçasıyla efsanevi bir cevap vermiştir.
  • dakika 3'den başlayarak eminem'in çılgın attığı şarkı, ateş ediyor tabiri az kalır böyle bir diss için.
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