This song is from the album Kamikaze(2018), released on 31 August 2018.
Vocals: Eminem ,
Producer(s): Mike WiLL Made-It,
Writer(s): Luis Resto, Mike WiLL Made-It, Justin Vernon,,
Producer(s): Mike WiLL Made-It,
Writer(s): Luis Resto, Mike WiLL Made-It, Justin Vernon,,
Scale: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 93 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Ebm You know, everybody's been tellin' me Ebm What they think about me for the last few months Ebm It's too loud Ebm Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them Ebm Can't hear it coming down the Ebm Hallway stairs from the parking lot Ebm It's too loud Ebm Three's not a crowd all up in it, slow fire www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Don't fall on my face Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh Ebm Don't fall on my fate Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh Ebm Don't fall on my fate Ebm Don't fall on my– [VERSE] Ebm Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Ebm Got no time to waste, I'm already late, Ebm I got a marathoner's pace Ebm Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre Ebm In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (yeah) Ebm And I ain't just blowin' smoke, Ebm 'less it's in your momma's face Ebm I know this time Paul and Dre Ebm They won't tell me what not to say (nope) Ebm And though me and my party days Ebm Have all pretty much parted ways Ebm You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" Ebm One last time for Charlamagne Ebm If my response is late, it's just how long it takes Ebm To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away Ebm These rappers are like Hunger Games Ebm One minute, they're mockin' Jay Ebm Next minute, they get their style from Migos Or they copy Drake Ebm Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away Ebm But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate Ebm I've had as much as I can tolerate Ebm I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience Ebm I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once Ebm You wanted Shady? You got him! www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Don't fall on my face (yeah) Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh Ebm Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!) Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh (rrr!) Ebm Don't fall on my fate (look) [VERSE] Ebm Somebody tell Budden before I snap, Ebm He better fasten it Ebm Or have his body bag get zipped Ebm The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches Ebm And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks Ebm Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted Ebm Like you had it when you thought Ebm You had me slippin' at the telly Ebm Even when I'm gettin' brain, Ebm You'll never catch me with a thot Ebm Lackin' with it, "he ain't spittin' Ebm Like this on his last shit" Ebm Ho, you better go back and listen Ebm You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up Ebm Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup Ebm Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Ebm Dre said, "Hold your head up!"—Kathy Griffin Ebm Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, Ebm Cock it back on competition Ebm This is how I shot ahead (pew)—Gabby Giffords Ebm My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business Ebm Tyler create nothin', Ebm I see why you called yourself a (faggot), bitch Ebm It's not just 'cause you lack attention Ebm It's because you worship D12's balls, Ebm You're sack-religious Ebm If you're gonna critique me Ebm You better at least be as good or better Ebm Get Earl the Hooded Sweater Ebm Whatever his name is to help you put together Ebm Some words, more than just two letters Ebm The fans waited for this moment like that feature Ebm When I stole the show (ha), sorry if I took forever (haha) [CHORUS] Ebm Don't fall on my face (yeah) Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't) Ebm Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!) Ebm Don't fall on my faith, oh (ha) Ebm Don't fall on my fate (it's too easy) [VERSE] Ebm Just remember, I was here before you Ebm And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you Ebm Detractors, I might have Ebm To fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Ebm Just what the doctor ordered Ebm Revenge is the best medicine Ebm Increase the dose, from least to most Ebm And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves Ebm They suck the blood from Ebm All the biggest artists like some leeches Ebm So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, Ebm Get a name to MC the show Ebm Every parasite needs a host (haha) Ebm Then give Album of the Year to somebody Ebm That no one's ever even heard of Ebm All I know is I wrote every single word of Ebm Everything I ever murdered Ebm Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah) Ebm And I got no faith in your writers, Ebm I don't believe in ghosts Ebm When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer Ebm A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Ebm Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this Ebm While he lip-syncs in the mirror Ebm That's who I'm doin' it for, Ebm The rest I don't really even care Ebm But you would think I'm carryin' Ebm A Oxford dictionary in my pocket Ebm How I'm buryin' these artists Ebm On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus' Ebm Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly' Ebm And what's scary is you probably can compare Ebm Me to your car 'cause Ebm I'm just barely gettin' started (woo) Ebm And far as Lord Jamar, Ebm You better leave me the hell alone Ebm Or I'll show you an Elvis clone Ebm Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone Ebm Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Ebm Put my feet up and just make myself at home Ebm I belong here, clown, don't tell me 'bout the culture Ebm I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Ebm Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Ebm Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan Ebm But I'm not gonna fall… bitch! [OUTRO] Ebm It's too loud Ebm Can't hear it coming down Ebm The hallway stairs from the parking lot Ebm It's too loud Ebm Three's not a crowd all up in it Ebm Slow fire
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