MADARA (Explicit) - Ez Mil/Eminem/Neil Kaplan/Hideyoshi
Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Ezekiel"Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers/Hideyoshi
Composed by：Luis Resto/Ezekiel"Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers/Hideyoshi
Produced by：EZ MIL
今も現実と夢の狭間
俺たち稼いでいくYen Peso Dollar
Studioで調理するlike BENIHANA
戦いを続けるうちはマダラ
うちはマダラ
うち うちはマダラ
うちはマダラ
うち うちはマダラ
そんな簡単には死ねない身体
吸い込ませてく俺の目の中
ねぇ
All of a sudden you whack spitters
Wanna rap like you've been in a dojo
I can't picture you try'na scrap in no tux
But you wanna personify Gojō?
くだらないな これのバカ
Take on every single one of you solo
Usin' a yoyo get you gone like a Dodo
Runnin' laps on slow pokes
早く 早く
You little shinobi had better go quicker
I was just chewing on a ittybitty tictac
Getting that chicken for some dinner
Steady getting ready to take it to the next levels
In and out a backstreet hit 'em
Ridiculous with the bottle of a thinner
You never really was no killer
If I was honest I'd say y'all the beginners
子供達 てめ だからね？
これが現実と？苦しみ わからねぇ
ねぇ ねぇ ねぇ
子供達 てめ だからね？
これが現実と？苦しみ わからねぇ
今も現実と夢の狭間
俺たち稼いでいくYen Peso Dollar
Studioで調理するlike BENIHANA
戦いを続けるうちはマダラ
うちはマダラ
うち うちはマダラ
うちはマダラ
うち うちはマダラ
そんな簡単には死ねない身体
吸い込ませてく俺の目の中
自分は戦えると
思っているわけか？
冗談か？
無様だろう？
Ha ha ha ha
どんなスキルを上げようとしても
無駄な試みとなるな
てめえ愚かなの野郎
Heh okay look
This shit is starting to really annoy me
The fact that I might have to sit here
And tell you how you could never destroy me
Well
Sonning other little dropouts is unfortunately one of those things I've enjoyed see
So proceed
How are you gonna little boy me? Huh?
You're all asleep in this reality
Blind sheep staying meek within this burning world
Where there's only bludgeoning putridity
Hope is just a word for those who choose to give up daily
For love is war
Peace clings to just a"maybe"
Power chose me for I once loved those who hate me
Blood spilt by those I care about greatly
But all you whose left shall now obey me
Now you all do as I say
I am not anti-gay
But I'm not gonna dance my way 'round your little pussy-ass feelings
And I may (anime) rant like Ye
Fuck it man what else can I say
Got 'em flippin' over EZ like a pan-fried egg
But to have my rage at my age
I'd give my left genital to be in the middle of beef considerably
I get underneath their skin I'ma keep at least givin' 'em grief
Got 'em wishin' I'd leave so they could just get 'em a little relief
They want me to leave so bad I feel like a literal leaf
But this devious combined with a devilish intelligence of mind
Just confirms my theory as to why
A wicked scientist aligns with a twisted mind
Now keep this in mind
'Cause this a rhyme you're gonna wanna just rewind
A countless amount or thousands of times
'Cause similar to spina bifida
Which is a particular type of curvature of a twisted vertebra like Christopher
I would like us just to pretend this is a spine
So don't get it twisted
You're not gonna wanna miss a line (misalign)
Like a blind dentist applying a misdesigned set of new Invisalign's
Sometimes I ponder like how on earth when my hair got blonder
Did it launch your boy into supe-stardom across genres?
Word to my"Dead Wrong" verse I got big
Now my face is on merch
But the controversy that first spawned verse went beyond words
Need a stronger word to be conjured besides monger
But the more I got on nerves
I was honored and the fonder they grew wronger I was longer
They went along for conquered all the way from Chalmers
I'm blessed and I'm cursed
But the commerce from that point onwards was bonkers
Look at all the sponsors and responders
People at my concerts like songbirds
Singing all the words to Monster 'til their jaws hurt
Yeah
I had to grind ground up like a fine powder
Technically actually had to bully my way
So many non-believers fueling my rage
That I truly never really believed I'd make it
Let alone believed in fully by Dre
So when he said he was putting me on
I thought he was pulling my leg
Ironic I found the doc then I got sicker
Like I fell ill unwell eat 'em up L chill you can tell still
Out of all the rappers I've slain who have come at me
I never felt guilt
'Cause it wasn't murder just suicide
'Cause really they all got themselves killed
Word to Ezekiel
They were just easy kills
And he's like a sleeping pill
'Cause Zeke will put you to sleep like he's Zzz Quil
With these three little words
Kill 'em all
Indeed we will leave all these MCs bewildered
They callin' me Steve Spielberg
'Cause I'm gonna need a whole lot of Emmys (M.E.'s) for
All these bodies I put in these morgues
I belong in a Henry Ford
Sicker than before like that actress
They will just condemn me more
I said way too many horrible things to forgive me for
