Ez Mil – Realest ft. Eminem (lyrics in comments) Letra Primotrez Ez Mil – Realest ft. Eminem If I was in the Philippine, he’ll be like my muhfuckin’ Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King
Because he had a fire to all my [?]
There’s no way I was gonna cross ‘em off like he’s just some: Ayy-rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

I’m on whatever you on, I ain’t gon’ talk on the phone
Keep that same energy fuckin’ with enemies
It’s gettin’ temptin’ to run in your home
Buddy, I do it alone, Carti’ stay wet on my arms
Stunners go hit ‘em ‘cause I gotta drive
You focus on aimin’ that blick at his dome, no cap
You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain’t nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets back, back at it and into to a world where you dub for what he did
‘Cause you learn you give it up or get fucked in turn, homie

I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem’s spot still sits
But fuck a position, I’m tunin’ him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain’t ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin’, dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin’, while I’m
Cleanin’ the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya name on ‘em
Wanna brag about shit that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on ‘em
Wanna rap, they could spit me a Gatling
Fillin’ up mags, I’m finna go clapping
Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I’m in the mode to get to killin’ again with the best stick in your dome
You’re never gettin’ a penny, you’re left stealin’ the flows
And I’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes
They get to bitchin’, the bigger the breasts, nevertheless
I’ma get it, hit ‘em with that [?], never better
Instead of settin’ the [?], [?] with the Beretta
Make it, Duka-duka-doo, on you bitches in front of [?]
‘Cause I’m kinda gettin’ fed up of leavin’ y’all wet up

I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition

Guess I’ve really no right to complain much (Nah)
Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)
But when they say that I’m only top five
‘Cause I’m white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)
My skin color still workin’ against me (What?)
‘Cause second I should be to none
Being white ain’t why put me at five (Nope)
It’s why they can’t put me at one (Woo)
They come in with more venom
So the haters, I’m aimin’ it toward them
And all the envious rappers, I torch if I’m on a joint with ‘em (Yeah)
And that is the only retort, is I’m not played in the clubs (What?)
Motherfucker, put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit in the club (Why?)
Is ‘cause you still perform in ‘em (Ha-ha)
I am the guest in this house but I turn this bitch to a mansion (What? Yeah)
That’s an expansion, made it gargantuan (Huh, what?)
England, Germany, France and Japan’s in this bitch (Huh, yeah)
Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy (What?)
You die tryin’ the scientist
Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off
The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)
Nah, ‘cause you know you’d get washed like a bar of soap (Yeah)
You pussy, you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke (Ha-ha)
And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (Yeah)
Because you know that’s how likely you are to choke (Yeah)
Your heart is broke as I rip you apart
I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar, bro (Damn)
I was speaking before my mother’s water broke
It’s not even close, you bitch, father to go
Gen Z is actin’ like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (Yeah)
Bitch, you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound (Nah)
Y’all need to stick to what you do best (What?), shootin’ schools up, Gat’, go load up rounds
In your parents’ Gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (Uh-huh)
Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but boy (Whaddup, though?)
This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, the void
And I’ll be the last to toy with it, Juice said his brain is like half destroyed
Like a meteor hit it up, then with Melle Mel, we lost his ass to ‘roids (Damn)
And God was like: I got ‘em, but I’m gonna start ‘em at the bottom of the barrel
Brought him in the world where the mother didn’t value him and his father was a coward
Tried him as a child when the fuckin’ body was around
Had to get himself up and out of poverty, and now
Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound
‘Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a cliche
But when haters try to be you down, say: Fuck it

‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies so stop tryna be another addition

I’m just playin’ Gen Z
You know I love you
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