Parables (Remix) [feat. Eminem] - Cordae/Eminem.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Eminem
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Eminem
[00:12.527](Intro: Cordae)
[00:12.964]Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em
[00:14.571]Ride with 'em, roll with the, woah, woah, woah
[00:17.125]Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em
[00:19.945]Ride with 'em, woah, we could, woah, woah, woah
[00:22.857]I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
[00:29.388]Check it out, nigga, woah, woah, woah, woah
[00:31.155]Nigga, we could fight with 'em, ride
[00:31.651]Yeah, uh, yeah
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[00:32.803](Verse 1: Cordae)
[00:32.941]Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
[00:35.458]Protect your energy from poison when the python strike
[00:38.270]My first mistake was doin' robberies on Niken bikes
[00:41.002]Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like
[00:43.759]Y'all let bygones be bygones, right?
[00:46.369]From a Birds Eye View+Nigga, **** your truce, bust your move
[00:48.319]And if that nigga touch your shoes
[00:50.137]You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga
[00:52.427]I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em
[00:55.047]Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs
[00:57.646]From a Birds Eye View+Nigga, **** the early bird, nigga
[00:59.150]From a Birds Eye View+I'ma get this mother****in' chicken
[01:00.953]And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
[01:03.470]From a Birds Eye View+We can ****in' solve it, on my mama, nigga
[01:05.683]I just been itchin' to prove myself
[01:07.622]I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself
[01:10.111]Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
[01:12.604]They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell
[01:16.337]But listen
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[01:17.228](Chorus: Cordae)
[01:17.439]I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
[01:19.270]And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
[01:21.825]I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank
[01:24.641]And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
[01:27.754]I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
[01:30.323]And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
[01:32.840]I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan
[01:35.569]I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
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[01:38.763](Verse 2: Cordae)
[01:38.974]First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close
[01:40.937]Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
[01:44.125]And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road
[01:47.062]A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin'
[01:49.684]Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren
[01:52.091]Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran
[01:54.719]Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin'
[01:57.591]Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections
[02:00.265]Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school
[02:02.991]From a Birds Eye View+Give a **** about your Shade Room when I had made room
[02:05.844]For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm'
[02:08.231]From a Birds Eye View+Had to bring the mother****in' swang on 'em
[02:10.926]And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em
[02:13.834]That Lam' truck got a full tank on 'em
[02:16.557]But, a nigga better not look at me wrong
[02:19.334]It's certain shit that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
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[02:22.375](Chorus: Cordae & Eminem)
[02:22.608]I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
[02:24.685]And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
[02:27.555]I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank
[02:30.053]And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
[02:32.953]I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
[02:35.520]And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
[02:38.478]I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
[02:40.851]I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
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[02:44.041](Verse 3: Eminem)
[02:44.236]I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I
[02:46.375]Can still remember just how bad I used to want "5 mics"
[02:49.090]My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Height
[02:51.580]It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life
[02:54.418]Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
[02:56.201]So I treat the beat like it's Tekashi (Khaa)
[02:57.790]Spit on that bitch like Meek Mill
[02:59.284]My addiction got me weak-willed (Yup)
[03:00.482]I'm relapsin', I think I can't seem to stop eatin' Beat Pills
[03:02.849]And Dr. D-R-E, he still keeps on givin' me refills
[03:05.252]Send 'em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
[03:08.026]Women and men, and little kids, senior citizens till the Sig it's empty
[03:10.522]Whipped Gen-Z into a frenzy (Haha)
[03:12.170]But no gift (What?), is in me (Why?), I'm stingy (Yeah)
[03:13.884]And that is the mother****in' difference between (Who?) them and me
[03:16.509]That's the reason I'm, in my Loui' Vuitton (What am I?)
[03:19.673]Gorier than Eva Long', this rap shit is somethin' that you'll never see me at
[03:24.395]Like senior prom (Put 'em in a)
[03:25.581]What I mean's the bar's, higher than Cheech & Chong (Wow)
[03:28.064]When you give 'em each a bong (Yeah)
[03:29.627]I call my Stan's a, fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (What?)
[03:33.473]****in' beats up on (Bitch)
[03:35.182]Like police batons, (Y'all are) y'all are window shoppers
[03:37.376]Bunch of Peepin' Toms
[03:38.906]Still got that bullseye on my back (Back), red dot on my head (Yeah)
[03:41.787]Yeah, blood on my hands (Why?)
[03:43.625]'Cause some of the rhymes that I've said
[03:45.595]Police squad on the task
[03:46.660]Got 'em hot on my trail, like stepfather with the belt
[03:49.085]I got S.W.A.T on my ass, I was painfully shy
[03:51.795]Now I'm proud of myself, (Like) like Obama's kids
[03:54.452](I came) I came outta my shell
[03:57.062]On my momma, shit, no, daughters, bitch!
[03:59.839](Here we go now)
[04:00.273]That every single word'll be true so without further, adieu, it's return of the ruthless
[04:02.552]More murderous than Mook is
[04:04.050]So what you're gonna do's is think I'm allergic when I point this mother****in' burner at 'chu
[04:06.882]I throw shade, it'll be curtains for you
[04:08.293]Pray for the verse to get through
[04:09.163]Birth of a new, worser me who's determined to do, permanent damage
[04:11.885]With the words that I threw, bird's-eye view, I'm referred to as Zeus
[04:14.062]Circlin' you like I'm a vulture, features are tournaments
[04:16.038]I turn 'em into, turnin' me loose is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to use
[04:18.264]Cursin' at you, made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth
[04:20.873]Jumped a hurdle or two word
[04:21.649]But I'm through, with tellin' you about the food stamps and the government cheese
[04:24.339]And how we used to get school lunches for free
[04:26.647]Already told ya, 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and Rustler jeans
[04:29.910]When it was mother, lil' brother, and me
[04:32.196]I told you 'bout bein' kicked out, twenty degrees
[04:34.552]No money to eat (Yeah)
[04:35.388]'Bout the thrift stores and bein' piss poor, the Christmases Ma had gifts for us when bro and me discovered that she
[04:40.849]Was wrappin' shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree, damn...