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EMINEM feat DJ PREMIER – Book Of Rhymes Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By – Side B(2020), released on 18 December 2020. The vocals are by Eminem , Dj Premier , the music is produced by P. Rock, Nas, Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Young M.A, Ronny J, Future, ATL Jacob, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem, and the lyrics are written by DJ Premier, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,.
It is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 68 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 68
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
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 I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)
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 I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)
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 Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator
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 That shit doesn't count
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 Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
 
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 [CHORUS]
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 I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
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 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
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 I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
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 Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had
 
 [VERSE ONE]
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 Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)
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 Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)
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 Unsuccessfully, I might add
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 And I know it's bеst to leave it lie
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 But even I get obsessed with reading everything
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 And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)
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 But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)
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 I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)
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 You need to get off the internet (Internet)
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 You need to get you a life
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 Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
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 Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)
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 Don't like it, don't listen, 
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 but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' 
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 some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write)
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 What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
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 He used to rap like the people his music was for
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 He was exactly like them
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 The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
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 Can't use that excuse anymore
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 He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
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 With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again
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 I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me
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 All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
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 Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie
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 Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)
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 She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)
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 I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)
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 Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)
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 I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
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 Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
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 This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges
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 When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten
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 Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'
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 Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) 
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 where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)
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 Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) 
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 where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)
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 I cannot have no success (Have no success), 
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 unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)
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 I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) 
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 who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)
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 My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
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 If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
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 That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
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 I will swear on a stack of Bibles
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 I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care
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 It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead
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 And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)
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 Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle
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 My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire
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 All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires
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 And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta
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 Explain why they call me your ghostwriter
 
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 [CHORUS]
 Ebm
 I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
 Ebm
 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
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 I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
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 Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)
 
 [VERSE TWO]
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 Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag
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 I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
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 But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems
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 Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest
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 You're still gonna hit the canvas
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 Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
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 Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less
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 Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan
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 Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
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 Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus
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 To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then
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 Pit it against these pitiful rappers
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 Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's
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 Get your whole squad, send a task force in
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 If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then
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 Put your helmet on, strap your chin
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 You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
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 Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with
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 Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?
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 No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?
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 A fuckin' penny has more sense
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 Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill
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 And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill
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 I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile
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 With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
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 Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
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 And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
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 Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made
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 Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised
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 Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate
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 Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
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 Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay
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 Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim
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 If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang
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 You're just boring, lame and more of the same
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 You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain
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 The most you can form is rain
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 Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game
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 So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name
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 Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
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 Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
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 Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up
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 I owe to my motor mouth
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 This is my note to self
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 Sometimes you're gonna bomb
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 So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
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 I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
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 Preemo, take us out
 
 [OUTRO]
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 Writin' in my book of rhymes
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 My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
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 I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
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 Writin' in my book of rhymes
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 My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
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 I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

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