Album Name

The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady

Artist

Kid Cudi, Eminem

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.07.10

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Yep Aww
Yep Mmm-aww
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah it's been a minutes
but I'm back in it Uh
Y'all ain't dealing
with the same boy No
Got a little trippy
then I transitioned Yeah
New attitude mixed
with that pure raw Aw
The night game
your girl called
She like Do me baby
down to get busy busy Yes
No dice chill wooday No
In life feeling dizzy
Oh having visions of the city
and I go to war
See me in the day through
the late night Night
Tell 'em it's the charm
I'm in freeze mode
To the Gods can't stop
a hero when he in flight Flight
I'm swimming in the light right
go and get you some
Go and show 'em something
this a new thang
Yeah I let my nuts hang Yeah
Knock your top off
with LeBron or
Dwyane Wade Yeah
Aww lift off
Can't stunt a nigga growth
better get gone
move along Uh
You don't wanna trip
wanna get it on Uh
You don't wanna act
don't get me wrong Nah
They don't listen to the words
in the song Uh-huh
We ain't gotta tell 'em
we just getting ready Yeah
See 'em fronting we ain't kidding
If you want it you can get it
Members of the rage
come and get you some
Next step's out of the jet
from the lean back
Running 'round the world
and we ain't packed
Hit 'em vroom vroom
leave 'em stuck oh you seen that
I'm chilling where the team at
See a black Benz pull up
with some jawns yeah
I need that
So crazy can't believe it
No cams damn no filming at all
real nigga facts Come on
Years ago rehab
All good helped me
figure out another plan
It got bad so bad
Nah I ain't fucking love that man
Then I hopped out in a new
zone with my Louis bag
True story take you through
the dark and the light Yeah
God son got through new
Back up in the world
it's the day in the life Cud
Hit the blunt and get it Dude
Raised bars Uh same song
we did it Yeah
Hot sauce pour it
on all jams explicit
Carry on smoke strong
got your momma down with it
Come on
And the game fucking
needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law
and we weeded
So if it's God you
believe in Yeah
Bob your head and
just nod in agreement Yeah
They say time's undefeated
I'ma be the first one
who can beat it Yeah
I had hoop dreams
now I shoot threes What
Got a lil' green Yeah
but I don't do weed Nope
Purp nor lean Nah
that's Tunechi Yeah
That's New Orleans Yeah
fuck Drew Brees Yeah
Snoop D-O-double Uh
that's two G's
I probably spent on paper oowee
Since Tuesday
probably killed a few trees Yeah
But the only ones
I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high but I'm your highness
What
Secretly you're my bitch
but you haters are butt hurt Ow
Bunch of sore hind ends Ow
I was just a poor white kid Yeah
Now if rap was b-ball
I be Jordan like Bitch
What
You wish you could score like this
Yeah not even at half
court I'd miss Nah
I mouthwash 'cause
if I was on the floor
I'd swish Right
Flouride swish
but I cannot lie Nah
I got you in my top
five worst rappers of all time
I lost my spot y'all got Alzheim
King of rap Nah
their words not mine Yeah
King of swear words
and not lying Yeah
You should never compare yours
A toll free number
only way you'll ever
have a hot-line
Fuck's going on man Yeah
Bunch of half wits up in office
Half of us walking around
like a zombie apocalypse
Other half are just pissed off
and don't wanna wear a mask
And they're just scoffing
And that's how you end
catching the shit off 'em
I just used the same basked
as you shopping
Now I'm in a fucking
casket from you coughing
Always stay ahead of haters
let 'em hate
But never let a traitor
penetrate your circle
Seperate yourself from those
who try to pull you down
The real ones never stray
it's sort of like Medusa Yeah
That's how you stay ahead of snakes
Emcees pull out gats
I don't give a fuck how strapped
You're gonna out-rap me
I doubt that please bitch
I'm a house rat
These raps are 'bout
that cheese like mousetraps
Earthlings I adapt to 'em
Certain things I don't want
to do but have to
In order to just act human
Like using the bathroom
and vacuuming Yeah
Rapping in the booth
in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too
And I don't think that's what
they meant by trap music Nah
Running through ink
like I'm tattooing Yeah
This is Music To Be
Murdered By you love
Turn the volume up
I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is long like
an Italian sub I am drugs
That's is probably why your opinion
of me's high as fuck
And it's nonstop fury
'Cause I ain't holding 'em up
like armed robbery
And God's my jury
so when I die I'm not worried
Prayers to George Floyd
and Ahmaud Arbery
How the fuck is it that
so many cops are dirty
Stop man please officer
I'm sorry
But I can't breathe
when I got you on top of me
Your goddamn knee's
in my carotid artery
The Adventures
of Moon Man & Slim Ah
Yes who want it with them
The trilogy continues
serving niggas yes
what's on the menu
Watch 'em panic
hot damn it
Let's get it baby
Hope you fuckers understand it
The realer for you niggas
Come and get these scriptures
Yeah
Rap God
Rager