作词 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto 作曲 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto Yeah, brr Uh Brr, brr, brr Brr, brr, brr Machine Brr It's not a game, ***** Brr, brr It's not a ******' game, ***** Brr, brr, brr Look, look Ayo, I use the Arm and Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I don't give a ****, I'm rich Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my **** I tell you *****s like Kyrie, suck my **** I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my ***** Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist I sweat Ace of Spades, *****, that's how much I sip Body a rap ***** quick before the Dutch got twist Ayo, let's roll something, the Saudi ring, this is not a thing The chopper make your body lean, my *****s body things Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Los Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang The shells'll bang, make everything under your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmans when I swirled the 'caine Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game Bricks of off-white, I imported some Whippin' all night until the morning come Still picture long nights until my porcher come That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s Ayo, they think this **** a game, ***** Ayo, they think this **** a game Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring, until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this **** a game, ***** Ayo, they think this **** a game Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it bang, until I pull up, let it bang I used to be a man of the people, hit the clubs and mingle Used to dream I'd be ******' pink like a flamingo That was back when I smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass But Yeah lookin' back on my feud time Me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'cause we shot pool back in '01 Was it '02? I don't know but something told me ******' not to Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night In every career, I might've killed, Sometimes, I say a prayer and I Wonder, is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise Look, here mic, there mic, everywhere mic, share and share alike But just don't compare alike, Instead of comparin' me, pick a fairer fight Compare me to lightning, That similarity's strikin', compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles, Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy ***** Or all this ******' Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly **** stops, Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get ****ed, I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around With them floss raps, tryna stunt, Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' 'em off They're goin' home to **** Nicki Minaj, Aw, compare me to ****ity dose Yeah, I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha, in the trailer park Told her I played the part like Jaden Sparks, Ate a twat like a tater tot, oh **** Get the strap like a trainin' bra, Lunchtime like I ate a clock, But Shady's not for the faint of heart Goin' at these *****s like Lorraine and Bob, if y'all want drama We can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans, Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin', I **** back, aim, and I spray it like "Bang"
[00:00.000] 作词 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto [00:01.000] 作曲 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto [00:02.80]Yeah, brr [00:05.66]Uh [00:07.63]Brr, brr, brr [00:10.40]Brr, brr, brr [00:12.61]Machine [00:14.17]Brr [00:18.34]It's not a game, ***** [00:20.31]Brr, brr [00:21.57]It's not a ******' game, ***** [00:23.75]Brr, brr, brr [00:24.31]Look, look [00:25.62]Ayo, I use the Arm and Hammer just to fluff my brick [00:28.97]Say what I wanna say and I don't give a ****, I'm rich [00:32.33]Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my **** [00:35.51]I tell you *****s like Kyrie, suck my **** [00:38.68]I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my ***** [00:42.17]Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist [00:45.40]I sweat Ace of Spades, *****, that's how much I sip [00:48.82]Body a rap ***** quick before the Dutch got twist [00:52.08]Ayo, let's roll something, the Saudi ring, this is not a thing [00:55.83]The chopper make your body lean, my *****s body things [00:59.38]Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team [01:02.56]On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans [01:05.91]Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine? [01:09.21]My name, it probably ring like Los Vegas slot machines [01:12.47]The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang [01:15.74]The shells'll bang, make everything under your helmet hang [01:19.11]Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmans when I swirled the 'caine [01:22.41]Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane [01:25.76]My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim [01:28.87]I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game [01:32.19]Bricks of off-white, I imported some [01:35.41]Whippin' all night until the morning come [01:38.86]Still picture long nights until my porcher come [01:42.01]That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s [01:45.23]Ayo, they think this **** a game, ***** [01:47.20]Ayo, they think this **** a game [01:49.41]Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it ring [01:53.05]Until I pull up, let it ring, until I pull up, let it ring [01:57.98]Ayo, they think this **** a game, ***** [02:00.00]Ayo, they think this **** a game [02:02.12]Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it bang [02:06.21]Until I pull up, let it bang, until I pull up, let it bang [02:11.17]I used to be a man of the people, hit the clubs and mingle [02:15.12]Used to dream I'd be ******' pink like a flamingo [02:18.15]That was back when I smoked Canibus [02:20.29]Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his [02:22.69]So it sucked to hand him his ass [02:24.63]But Yeah lookin' back on my feud time [02:28.03]Me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'cause we shot pool back in '01 [02:31.24]Was it '02? I don't know but something told me ******' not to [02:34.33]Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo [02:37.74]Yeah, but I think of the rappers [02:39.90]I slayed and buried like every night [02:41.47]In every career, I might've killed, [02:42.75]Sometimes, I say a prayer and I [02:44.10]Wonder, is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? [02:47.37]Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise [02:50.66]Look, here mic, there mic, everywhere mic, share and share alike [02:54.59]But just don't compare alike, [02:55.53]Instead of comparin' me, pick a fairer fight [02:57.22]Compare me to lightning, [02:58.34]That similarity's strikin', compare me to Jaws [03:00.50]Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles, [03:02.29]Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac [03:03.90]Do not compare me to that Iggy ***** [03:05.57]Or all this ******' Milli Vanilli hip-hop [03:07.07]This is where all that silly **** stops, [03:08.76]Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought [03:10.53]The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get ****ed, [03:12.10]I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around [03:13.66]With them floss raps, tryna stunt, [03:14.94]Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped [03:17.19]One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' 'em off [03:20.24]They're goin' home to **** Nicki Minaj, [03:21.84]Aw, compare me to ****ity dose [03:23.71]Yeah, I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha, in the trailer park [03:27.44]Told her I played the part like Jaden Sparks, [03:28.85]Ate a twat like a tater tot, oh **** [03:30.43]Get the strap like a trainin' bra, [03:31.51]Lunchtime like I ate a clock, [03:32.50]But Shady's not for the faint of heart [03:33.46]Goin' at these *****s like Lorraine and Bob, if y'all want drama [03:36.17]We can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans, [03:37.99]Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God [03:40.49]Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin', [03:41.96]I **** back, aim, and I spray it like "Bang"
