🎵 Hi Eminem... // by Asa Jake

3 ContributorsHi Eminem... Lyrics The third instalment in the “Hi” series. Eminem is one of my favourite rappers, so I figured I’d make this tribute to him, rapping over beats from different eras of Shady and channelling the styles he… Read More  [Beat 1: Alfred’s Theme] Em, I think your shit's really dope But these industry clones are idiots so I'ma diss 'em Their pinnacle is a ten year old on his tippy toes But my pinnacle at minimal's big as the Hulk Internet trolls dishing out blows Thinkin' they scold bitches should know I don't give in or fold I got a trick up my sleeve What that really just means Is when I roll up and bare arms, a trick gets exposed Vegan but gon' be sendin' All of the beef to your homes in minutes I’m gonna be at your door So people are goin to think it’s Jehovah's Witness You hope to defeat me I’m undefeatable So it’s unfeasible, so unbeatable Nobody’ll be gettin' close Tweaking the whole meaning of social distance Hand is steady fastidious with semis Addicted to rhythm it is to me what conspiracy is to Chris Webby I see the idiocy in an emcee, got the epitome of infantry Ain't nobody this egregious, greet you with a diss if you disagree I got nightmarish lines, my lyrics might frighten; paralyze Incite sheer plight, strife, terror Bite me? A price might be your life Tellin' people that we be alike Like I’d be all like, “I like bein' like you” I don’t like you b, I beat the lights out low IQ people like you Be polite? Cute, nice request Only please that’ll be given are your pleas when I dice your neck And I will act on it, I don’t like to jest I’m gonna kill you Eminem, that’s the only way I make an idle threat [Beat 2: Kill You] Okay, now I’m switching the song I came off the rip, you came to be rippin' me off So I’m killin' you off The minute you start talkin' you'll get shot And be spilling your thoughts like an internet vlog [Beat 3: The Real Slim Shady] 'Cause, bitch, I'll kill you, but first I have to ask Why does every White rapper have to be anti-vax and rag on masks? I have the stats and facts Now you ass-mad 'cause my stance is data-backed Tell Joe Rogan I’m more based It'll warrant a quarrel and court case if I say he pours horse paste on his face 'Cause CNN told him not to While his eyeballs glued to Fox News like, “it's all true!” [Beat 4: Role Model] And all you know I ain't a role model Swallow a full bottle of desperados all in one gulp Wallow and mope, squabble with my uncle While I got a whole mouthful of vegan sausage roll full of falafel Invented by Eminem; rap made me I'll kill you and blame it on guns, I bet conservatives still think rap made me You misinformed like mansplaining Man, it's over when my gun sings, I call it the fat lady [Beat 5: Without Me] You can’t blame me for being mean My FB feed be full of conspiracy theories Like Nicki, people are now gonna be deceased 'Cause your CDs said there’s deceit in the CDC Keep three meters away, I ain't tryna see ya My team are the Fleece, we are the epitome of sheer genius Y'all are copying us You mimicking sounds, call you onomatopoeia [Beat 6: Lucky You] And also I'ma quash Tom Macdonald He is abominable, his thoughts are a product of all the fox that he puts on while he jots But he is the hog version of Hopsin He’ll get washed and all his art ain’t raw, it's comical as the bar “Did the guy that started college go to a college?” And Boris Johnson and all them going to parties Omicron is startin' to overload hospitals 'Cause Covid is in its prime and it’s the prime minister That promised that when it came to prominence to stop it Minutes prior to partying Not following guidelines, talkin' bout the problem is us? I'ma just fucking switch it I'm kicking up dust, you bitten it once I spit it Unpredictable with the utterances Out to rid utter ridiculousness in an instant Republicans'll have to get hit Whatever the status-quo is you be ass kissin' it Let me spell it out: Fuck what you REP, U B LICAN the cans of the rich [Beat 7: Rap God] Rappers'll snitch, 6ix9ine shit, you exclaim if I flip, point my chrome at guys' wigs Toys might blow, bitch I’m Sid This blind kid gives guys shit Reply? It's a hate crime, get indicted Grip my extended clip, my clique can click and your kin can die quick Woah Your tracks not dope at all so I can block your ass Also, at 5-0 I can’t not blow gats Y'all know ACAB my slogan, brat Die slow, you cats rivals to black lives, so Let the pig say his last words, then the show's over Yeah, that’s all, folks [Beat Switch: Lucky You & Rap God] Just kidding bitch, I ain't finished yet I'll Interject in a second with a weapon You better get a vest, I'm gettin' a tech It's imminent death to many men that test it If you didn't get it, it's reference to 50 Cent And when I be stepping up in a session You better get impressed, or I'll be gettin' pressed I got the iron, shit ain't gettin' pressed Over-achieving? Nah, over achieving, I’m sick of cheques Known to bully, and most notably, I can kill a set Lower libido, and so what I mean I don't give an F Foe gonna be leakin', I don’t wanna be overly conceited But nobody is going to be slowing the momentum anymore At any moment I'm fittin' to blow and get a feature from Eminem O2 ain’t needed for me to flow on a beat I don’t breathe, I won’t even ink I just go off of the dome what is a pen? Know I been schemin' and hopin' to meet him when kid was ten So if he's seeing my song I just need to say, “What up Slim?”