Not Alike- EMINEM Bitcoin Rap!

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Eminem’s new Not Alike from his Kamikaze album has Bitcoin !

Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to
Feelin’ like the streets need me
I ain’t gotta dance
Long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don’t gotta hire goons
I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new
The Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I’m confused tryna figure out
How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin’ chick joints
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point

Remember everybody used to bite Nickel
**Now everybody doin' Bitcoin**
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We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
Find me a brother who’s solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic
Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars
You powder sniff, now you’re slippin’
Call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin’ strippers, prostitutes retirin’
We can spit it for ya it Vans
I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas—

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
But you’re just a wannabe gunna (gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin’
Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin, you’re buggin’
You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better pull up
Strap on, in other words if you’re a Gunner
Roll up with your (gang) you’re gon’ need a arsenal
‘Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I’m talkin’ to you
But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot really
I need jog memories, jars like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady ‘bout to sound off
Like a fuckin’ cocked semi Glock, demi-god
Let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I’m not gettin’ through
We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, lettin’ off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal harsh with a harsh child
Pull a motherfucki’g heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly
Only time you’ll ever say I lost
You’ll be talkin’ ‘bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off
And you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
Pump, you don’t disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
That I’ll be the most hated, though made it
So that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
‘Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Olé the hoes like with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don’t make me go in
I OJ the flows and
I’m insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin’
I’m double-edge sword it ‘cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotatin’ motion, invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Take my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I’m fuckin’ these syllables, I let them lick on my genitals
I’m a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you bitches are fuckin’ with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are identical, but not us, the only thing we have in common
Is I’m a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
Sponge, mob, colder
None, rug, hoaster
Lug, nut, coaster
Lung, jug roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster


#2

Noone replied…
Is it because the prices are down? :slight_smile:


#3

Haha, it’s definitely about the price drop!


#4

There was more than one tread about this , could be a factor in the no replies.
None the less it was a bad ass song, even tho it just had the one line about BTC. Tho everyone is more focused on the MGK beef