Album Name

Revival

Artist

Eminem

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.12.15

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

And I started from the bottom
Like a snowman ground up
Like round chuck
and still put hands on you
Staying wound up is
how I spend time
Sucker free confidence high
Such a breeze when I pin rhymes
I just got the air about me
Like wind chimes yeah
Another day in the life uh
Used to have to scrape
to get by yeah
Now my community is gated
And I made it
and my neighbors say hi say hi
I'm giving them pounds
I'm upscale now
Guess it means I'm way in the sky
But I still remember
the days of
minimal wage for
General labor welfare
recipients is a minor
Look at how government
assistance has made ya
Adversity if at first
if you don't succeed
Put your temper to more use
'cause being
broke is a poor excuse
That shit only gives you more fuel
Show them why you're you
So close God
it's like I almost got it
But close only counts in
timebombs and horseshoes
So I uni-bomb shit
tick tick tick
No remorse
Screw it I'm lit
and that attitude
I blew up on quick
That's why they call me
firecracker
I grew up on wick
wick wick wick
with a short fuse
I got some important news
to report to
Anyone who thought I was done
nah bitch not quite
Spotlight's back on
got my faith where's yours
Do you still believe
In me
Didn't I get everything
I had to give you
to make you see
I'll never forget if you turn
your back on me
Now and walk out I will never
let you live it down
I'll never quit
Do you still believe
In me
Man I know sometimes these
thoughts can be harsh
and cold as ice
To me they’re just ink blots
I just fling them like
slingshots and so precise
So you might want
to think it over twice
When you retards can roll the dice
But beef will at least cost
you your career
'Cause even my cheap
shots are overpriced
But this middle finger's free
as a bird
New warhead-ed birth
you just forehead-ed on earth
Too short for a verse
studied his formula
Learned how to incorporate a curse
Point it towards corporate America
Stick a fork in it and turn
'Cause four-letter words
are more better
Heard the world force-fed
a turd to me
You're getting yours
But sometimes I overdo it
But I just get so into it
I was there consoling you
when no one knew it
When your situation showed
no improvement
I was that door
you walked over to it
I'm the light
at the end of tunnel
so people are always
looking at me
as they're going through it
When that tunnel vision is
unclear shit becomes
too much to bear
Since Cleaning Out My Closet
when I was having trouble
with the snare
I'm that unrealistic
prayer answered
And I'ma get you jacked up
like you’re trying to fix a flat
uh when you struggle
with the spare
That double fisted bear
knuckles coupled
with this pair of nuts
I'm cupping
I am your fucking switch
nothing can compare
Do you still believe
In me
Didn't I get everything
I had to give you
to make you see
I'll never forget if you turn
your back on me
Now and walk out
I will never let you live it down
I'll never quit
Do you still believe
In me
Started from the bottom
like a snowman
Oh man
put that in your corncob pipe
and smoke that
But my battery's low
I'm gonna need a booster
in my pack
I know I always got Proof
on my back
I called you a groupie
'cause I knew for a fact
My insulin ho
Homie I'm calling on you
'cause I think I'm slowly startin'
to lose faith in it so
Give me that inkling
and motivation to go
Motivation to go
Hussein with the flow
Fake fans with the two-faced
that show
Let heartbeats loot
produce hate in my soul
Laying vocals two days in a row
True statement
hate to go down this road
But there's only one route
to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch
with loose chains
'Cause all my dues paid
But this booth is taking its toll
But it's never too late
to start a new beginning
That goes for you too
So what the fuck you gon' do
use the tools you're given
Or are you going to use the cards
you were dealt
as an excuse for you
to not do shit with them
I used to play the loser victim
'Til I saw the way
Proof was driven
I found my vehicle
and I haven't ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks
turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs hourglasses
If time was still on my side
I'd still have none to waste
Man in my younger days
that dream was
so much fun to chase
It's like I run in place
while this shit dangled
in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace
and the hunger pains once
you've won the race
When that pool
of exhaust is cooling off
'Cause you don't got nothing
left to prove at all
'Cause you done already hit them
with the coup de grace
Still you feel the need
To go through and deal
with that Bruce Willis
That blue still that truth still
When that wheel's loose
I won't lose will
Do you still believe