Fall Chords by Eminem

[Intro]

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You know everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months
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It's too loud
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Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
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Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
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It's too loud
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Three's not a ■   crowd all up in it
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Slow fire
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Don't fall on my face ■   
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Don't fall on my faith oh
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Don't fall on my fate
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Don't fall on my faith oh
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Don't fall on my fate
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Don't fall on my


[Verse]
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Gotta concentrate against the clock I race
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Got no time to waste I'm already late I got a marathoner's pace
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Went from addict to a workaholic word to Dr Dre in that first marijuana tape
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Guess I got a chronic case
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And I ain't just blowin' smoke 'less it's in your mama's face
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I know this time Paul and Dre they won't tell me what not to say
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And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
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You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made Not Afraid
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One last time for Charlamagne
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If my response is late it's just how long it takes
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To hit my fuckin' radar I'm so far away
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These rappers are like Hunger Games
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One minute they're mocking JAY
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Next minute they get they style from Migos or they copy Drake
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Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away
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But all the hate I call it Walk on Water gate
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I've had as much as I can tolerate
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I'm sick and tired of waitin' I done lost my patience
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I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
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You wanted Shady You got him


[Chorus]
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Don't fall on my face
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Don't fall on my faith oh
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Don't fall on my fate
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Don't fall on my faith oh  
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Don't fall on my fate


[Verse]
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Somebody tell Budden before I snap he better fasten it
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Or have his body bag get zipped
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The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
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And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
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Say this shit is trash again I'll have you twisted
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Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
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Even when I'm gettin' brain you'll never catch me with a thot
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Lacking with it He ain't spit like this on his last shit
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Hoe you better go back and listen
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You know me better thinkin' I'll slow or let up
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Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup
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Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
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Dre said Hold your head up Kathy Griffin
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Stackin' ammunition slap the clip and cock it back on competition
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This is how I shot ahead
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Gabby Gifford my attack is viscous Jack the Ripper back in business
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Tyler create nothing I see why you called yourself a f' bitch
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It's not just 'cause you lack attention
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It's because you worship Dtwelve's balls you're sackrilegious
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If you're gonna critique me you better at least be as good or better
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Get Earl the Hooded Sweater whatever his name is
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To help you put together some words more than just two letters
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The fans waited for this moment
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Like that feature when I stole the show
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Sorry if I took forever


[Chorus]
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Don't fall on my face
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Don't fall on my faith oh
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Don't fall on my fate
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Don't fall on my faith oh
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Don't fall on my fate


[Verse]
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■   Just remember I was here before you
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And I'll be here after you make your runin for you
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Detractors I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
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Just what the doctor ordered
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Revenge is the best medicine
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Increase the dose from least to most
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Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
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They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
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So they nominate 'em get 'em there get a name to MC the show
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Every parasite needs a host
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Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
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All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
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Time to separate the sheep from goats
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And I got no faith in your writers I don't believe in ghosts
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When rap needed it most I was that wing and a prayer
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A beacon of hope put a BIRD in the air
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Somewhere some kid is bumping this while he lipsyncs in the mirror
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That's who I'm doin' it for the rest I don't really even care
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But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket
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How I'm buryin' these artists
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On a scale of turnt you're minus
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Mine says very yours says hardly
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And what's scary is you probably can compare me to your car
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'cause I'm just barely gettin' started
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And far as Lord Jamar you better leave me the hell alone
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Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
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Walk up in this house you own
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Thrust my pelvic bone
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Use your telephone then go fetch me the remote
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Put my feet up and just make myself at home
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I belong here clown
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Don't tell me 'bout the culture
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I inspire the Hopsins the Logics the Coles the
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Seans the KDots the five'nines and oh
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Brought the world fifty Cent you did squat
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Piss and moan but I'm not gonna fall bitch
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It's too loud


[Chorus]
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Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
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It's too loud
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Three's not a crowd all up in it
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Slow Fire