Letra de MADARA - Ez Mil

(Feat. Eminem, Hideyoshi, Neil Kaplan)

夢の夢の現実 夢の狭間 俺たち世代のゲーム 手札 のチョイス お邪魔だ お邪魔だ お邪魔だ お邪魔だ お邪魔だ そんな簡単に忘れられない身体 連れ込ませてく俺の目の真ん中 (Yeah)

All of a sudden, you wack spitters wanna rap like you been in a dojo

I can't picture you tryna scrap in no tux, but you wanna personify Gojō?

(くだらない な これ の ) Baka (Baka), take on every single one of you solo

Using a yo-yo, get you gone like a dodo, runnin' laps on slowpokes

Hayaku (Hayaku), hayaku (Hayaku)

You little shinobi had better go quicker

I was just chewin' on an itty-bitty Tic-Tac

Gettin' that chicken for some dinner

Steady, gettin' ready to take it to the next levels

In and out a back street, hit 'em ridiculous with the bottle of a thinner

You never really was no killer

If I was honest, I'd say y'all the beginners

助けて、だからね

これが現実と苦しみ、わからない

助けて、だからね

これが現実と苦しみ、わからない

わからない…

お邪魔だ

お邪魔だ

お邪魔だ

お邪魔だ

そんな簡単に忘れられない身体

連れ込ませてく俺の目の真ん中

自分は戦えると思っているわけか？ 冗談か？ 無様だろう。 どんなスキルを上げようとしても無駄な試みとなるな、てめえ愚かなの野郎。

(Heh, okay) This shit is starting to really annoy me

The fact that I might have to sit here and tell you how you can never destroy me

Well, sonning other little dropouts is unfortunately one of those things I've enjoyed, see

So proceed, how are you gonna "little boy" me? Huh? Haha

You're all asleep in this reality

Blind sheep staying meek within this burning world where there's only bludgeoning putridity

Hope is just a word for those who choose to give up daily

For love is war; peace clings to just a maybe

Power chose me, for I once loved those who hate me

Blood spilled by those I care about greatly

But all you whose left shall now obey me

Now, you all do as I say

I am not anti-gay, but I'm not gonna dance my way

'Round your little pussy-ass feelings (Feelings), and I may rant like Ye

Fuck it, man, what else can I say? Got 'em flippin' over EZ like a pan-fried egg

But to have my rage at my age, I'd give my left genital to be in the middle of beef, considerably, I get underneath

Their skin, I'ma keep at least givin' 'em grief

Got 'em wishin' I'd leave so they could just get 'em a little relief

They want me to leave so bad, I feel like a literal leaf (Haha)

But this devious combined with a devilish intelligence of mine

Just confirms my theory as to why (Yeah) a wicked scientist aligns

With a twisted mind, (Now) keep this in mind, 'cause this a rhyme you're gonna wanna just rewind

A countless amount or thousands of times (Why?) 'Cause similar to spina

Bifida, which is a particular type of curvature of

A twisted vertebra, like Christopher, I would like us just to pre-tend this a spine

So don't get it twisted, you're not gonna wanna miss a line (Ha)

Like a blind dentist applying a misdesigned set of new Invisalign's (Check it out)

Sometimes, I ponder, like, how on earth when my hair got blonder

Did it launch your boy into super-stardom 'cross genres? Word to my "Dead Wrong" verse, I got big

Now, my face is on merch, but the controversy that first spawned verse went beyond words

Need a stronger word to be conjured besides "monger," but the more I got on nerves

I was honored, and the fonder they grew wronger, I was longer

They went along for, conquered all the way from Chalmers, I'm blessed, and I'm cursed for the commerce

From that point onwards was bonkers, look at all the sponsors and responders

People at my concerts like songbirds singin' all the words to Monster 'til their jaws hurt (Yeah)

I had to grind ground up (Like what?), like a fine powder (Yeah)

Technically, actually had to bully my way

So many non-believers fuelling my rage that I truly never really believed I'd make it, let alone believed in fully by Dre

So when he said he was putting me on (What?), I thought he was pulling my leg

Ironic, I found the Doc, then I got sicker, like I fell ill

Unwell, eat 'em up, L, chill, you can tell still

Out of all the rappers I've slain who have come at me, I never felt guilt

'Cause it wasn't murder, just suicide, 'cause really, they all got themselves killed

Word to Ezekiel, they were just easy kills

And he's like a sleeping pill, 'cause Zeke will put you to sleep like he's ZzzQuil

With these three little words (Kill 'em all), indeed, we will

Leave all these MC's bewildered, they callin' me Steve Spielberg

'Cause I'm gonna need a whole lot of Emmys for

All these bodies I put in these morgues, I belong in a Henry Ford

Sicker than before, like that actress, they will just condemn me more

I said way too many horrible things to forgive me for

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