Eminem - Head Honcho (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Head Honcho (en) Lyrics
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Doin' my best just to
not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but
I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and
I'm tryna strap it with numbers
All you hoes got your checks, but
I'm a queen when I run up
Cross a king with my hunters,
shootin' threes in abundance
Rookie Gs actin' thuggish, you're
pawns to me, shut the fuck up
Annihilation's what we love, steady
hittin', gettin' dodged
Just wait 'til we get the guns out
Kwarenta-singko na kalibre
o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala
Sa dinami-rami mong mali,
utak mo lang may tama
Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare,
'la ka man lang na banat
Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap
mong ilublob sa dagat
'Di kailangang magpatunay
sa sinuman na nakikinig
'Di masasalag ng sintido
o ng iyong bibig
Picture this, I might be a
hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way,
I'm the fuckin' head
I'm the head honcho, money
comе from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then gеt
the bread pronto (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money
come from my flow (Yeah)
Que hubole, blanco? (Uh) Then get
the bread pronto (Look, I got)
Got loose strips, two grip, that's
the shit I'm smooth with
I'm the new kid that these
fathers can't fool with
Send my new slips as tightly
than how these boots fit
I got that new drip that drowned
titanical cruise ships
Don't you dib and dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance, I
don't fuck with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance, I could
do the same, but who knows?
I'd rather say, "Good riddance,"
Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles
Annihilate with persistence to try
to say somethin' different
But by today, I'm just spittin'
to rhyme while makin' a livin'
But mama say that I'm different,
she proud of how I do business
I kinda resemble Hitman that
got away from the killin'
I'm the head honcho, money
come from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then
get the bread pronto
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they
call me the boss, though
You can call me Marshall, then
get the bread pronto (Yo)
You don't relate to me, guess you
never been angry or sad (Hm)
Or maybe just have never had
to face any adversity
Take any ass whippings,
I basically had
To see some shit that'd make you faint
like you're fakin' a jab (Pussy)
Bitch, you wish you had a
life like mine (Yeah)
You just fantasize the shit you write,
you guys like lyin' (Yeah)
Everything you ever been through
multiplied by nine (What?)
Ain't even half the shit I
went through by the time I
was five (Like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a
knife right in the abs (Yeah)
And all he was tryna do was
get my tricycle back, yeah
The one that Boogie, Malcolm
and Isaac just jacked
After they jumped me and stomped
me (Boom) and hit me
twice with a bat (Ugh)
Was five and a half, second
time I survived an attack
Two twins, they call themselves the
bulldogs (Hrr), white kids and fat
I was too frightened to scrap (Ha),
I didn't fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it that
I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet
from out a barrel the size
(Brr) of a derringer flies
That's how I would characterize lyrics
But America, I could see
the fear in your eyes
You saw my terrible side, the
blonde hair and blue eyes
Now, the writing is on the
wall like graffiti still
If you're havin' trouble reading, we'll
make it simple, he's Ezekiel
Easy name to remember (Why?)
'Cause his rap name is the same
as like ten minutes on stage
is for me (Oh), easy mill
Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)
Yeah, 'cause as sure as
Ma used to feed me
Sleeping pills to keep me (Yeah),
sleepy still, it was creepy
'Cause indeed, she (What?) could've
easily Casey Anthony'd me (Yeah)
These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin'
down ain't beneath me (Nope)
Cold as the wind chill factor,
but the fact is I don't
know when to chill
But every time I come out, they expect
me to fuckin' reinvent the wheel
Rappers get praised for spittin' bars
with less than the tenth of skill
Imbecile on the ledge like a
Benzo pill on a windowsill
Now "cancelled" ain't the word for me
You need a term that's probably stronger
than dirty laundry (Hell)
This controversy got me in
the worst of quandaries
Feel like the Earth's axis,
the world's turnin' on me
Like them cops in Akron, Ohio
with Jayland Walker
Ain't caught this much flak
in a while (Nah) since
back as a child (Damn)
And all I did was say like one
thing bad then it spiraled
Saw you crackin' a smile (Haha),
then relapsed into my old ways
Back into vile (Yup)
Guess there ain't no civilizin'
a savage, and I don't (No)
Give a fuck if you hate me worse than
each track on Revival (Huh)
Bitch, I'm back like a spinal
(Yeah), get it crackin'
like chiros (It's the)
It's the coup de grâce, I'm
cruder than removin' claws
from a cougar's paws
And throwin' it back
in the wild (Fuck)
But you tamin' me? Ain't
gonna happen, and I'll
Live on planet denial (Ha)
for the rest of my life
But you'll be a stan 'til
I die, though (Ha)
(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)
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