Eminem - Book of Rhymes (Lyrics) ft. DJ Premier

Eminem - Book of Rhymes (Lyrics) ft. DJ Premier Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Eminem Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Intro] I don’t smile, I don’t frown, get too up or get too down (Nah) I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah) Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion’s like a broken calculator That s*** doesn’t count Shut your motherf***in’ mouth [Chorus] I’m emptyin’ (I’m emptyin’) my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get ’em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said I’m emptyin’ (I’m emptyin’) my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get ’em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had (I’m eastside) [Verse 1] Haven’t used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I’m in my bag (My bag) Get a littlе teste when I’m mad (I’m mad), sick of wrеstling this iPad (iPad) Unsuccessfully, I might add (Might add) And I know it’s best to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with reading everything And let it get the best of me ’til I snap (’Til I snap) But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet) I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic) You need to get off the internet (Internet) You need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on s***? (Comment on s***) Especially s*** you don’t like (S*** you don’t like) Don’t like it, don’t listen, but don’t tell me ’bout your favorite rapper rippin’ some s*** he didn’t write (S*** he didn’t write) What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why can’t he tap into him? Can’t use that excuse anymore He’s mad at the wind, he’s in a nuclear war With a cloud, he’s yellin’ at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach) She said, “Kick some fly s***“ (Fly s***) I said, “I got wings on my a**“ (Wings on my a**) Told her my dick’s a cockpit (Dick’s a cockpit) I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this s***’s retarded This instru’s mental (This instru’s mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, b****, I invented flossin’ Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal’s gonna come from (Meal’s gonna come from) Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill’s gonna come from (Mill’s gonna come from) I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it) I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who s****ed on me when I’m on my way up (I’m on my way) My floor is y’all fool’s ceilings If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted That’s how you’ll wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of Bibles I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don’t care It’s Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a f***in’ Ja Rule bobblehead And die slow like Alzheimer’s (Ha-ha) Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle My dome’s brighter, all I spit from my skull’s fire All that’s missing’s a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires And y’all are flow biters, so I don’t gotta Explain why they call me your ghostwriter [Verse 2] Haven’t used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it’s in my bag I tend to get a little testy when I’m mad But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems Put lips to a** and kiss the cracks, spit your d***edest You’re still gonna hit the canvas Rippin’ rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Mr. Mathers is killin’ this s***, villainous wit with scant less Syllables rip the planet, biblical s***’s finna hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tat’s gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus To think of the most ridiculous s*** to spit then Pit it against these pitiful rappers Insidious, these idiots wittiest s*** against me s****y as MC Hammer’s Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it, you’re ’bout to get what you asked for then I owe to my motor mouth This is my note to self Sometimes you’re gonna bomb So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one’s help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Preemo, take us