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tanmay bansal – all about ’em lyrics

[verse 1]
broke with clothes inside a garbage bag
dope nose to toe, got cl-ss, no swag
at low, when show’s over do it with a ’44 mag
got one shot, blew it, but still has the knack
no dad and a so-called mom
who brings up the storm like a bee-swarm
wouldn’t let em perform
and drop bombs!
but signed by the one who’s still d.r.e
now represents hip-hop along with the 313
hence, won fun being of the greatest mcs
inherited the beef, and murdered murder i-n-c
so maybe that’s why they call him the real slim shady
’97 bonnie and clyde, he and his baby hailie

2002, went back to the 8 mile route
to shoot, to salute the pursuit
back to where he choked and was booed
now, it all turned into a hoot
now in a suit, enjoying the fruit
notta shoot another bouncer to start up another lawsuit
but couldn’t stay mute
so became rude and brute to the one who did toot
and spoiled his mood
going up and down by the chutes
etheridge took away proof
now his only friend was the mic in the booth

encore on drugs, relapse flushin’ em out
recovery was a clout, without doubt
infinite was infinitely good to the infinity
but the mc got his alter ego in the slim shady lp
the best-selling is still the marshall mathers long play
as he made hay throughout the day, even if he didn’t feel the ray
we got to know about this in the eminem show
as he square danced us through his highs and lows
re visitation of all those times in mmlp2
seven platinum albums, but em’s still not through!

neither am i, here’s the one rehe-rs-d
look at me now, and inspired by the supersonic verse
we fans with loose pants who call ourselves stans
are proud of our man and spit our best if we can
so man stan fan, i’m inspired by this guy
that’s who i think of when somebody says ‘hi!’
it’s cuz of the lessons that he gave me that i’m representing nine-i
rappin’ as beautifully as our mime and the phi, cuz now i
spit venom in my verse’s words
which hit you like trucks and spills the blood
k!lls when it hurts to see myself with nerd’s herds
when i got the guts to rise above the lurking birds
curse thugs whie i’m chewin’ on nuts and the
nurse while she’s treating my cuts and these
clerk hugs really sound so quirk when the
era of immersing mugs has now gone, it hurts, i’m goin berzerk.

[verse 2]
this guy from detroit, we know
he destroyed benzino
and left no spot for cannibus
when already dizaster was a disaster for his fuss
now ‘who?’ -scratch- it’s afrojack next
to mess with the rex and to be left in the wrecks

huh, 25 to life but only 18 since infinite
but already got his name on the wall of hall of fame due to his wit
what a lyricist, one of greatest mcs that ever existed
white as elvis, but rattled the billboard with his knitted wit and hits
an academy award and 13 golden gramophones
showed the world his talent with the microphone
and the curtain’s not yet down, there’s much more to arrive
as with his lessons, he adds much more to our lives…

- tanmay bansal lyrics

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