Fall

You know, everybody's been tellin' me

What they think about me for the last few months

It's too loud

Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them

Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It's too loud

Freeze my crown all up in it

Slow fire

Don't fall on my face

Don't fall on my faith

Don't fall on my fate

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate

Don't fall on my–

Gotta concentrate against the clock I race

Got no time to waste,

I'm already late, got a marathoner's pace

From an addict to a workaholic,

Word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape

Guess I got a chronic case

And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face

I know this time Paul and Dre,

They won't tell me what not to say

And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways

You swear to God I've forgot him, to God it made not afraid

One last word to Charlemagne

If my response its late, it's just how long it takes

To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away

These rappers are like Hunger Games

One minute, they're mocking Jay

Next minute, they get they style from Migos,

Then they copy Drake

Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away

But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" gate

I've had as much as I can tolerate

I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience

I could take all of you motherfuckers on at once

You want it, Shady? You got it!

Don't fall on my face

Yeah

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate

Light him up!

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Brr

Don't fall on my fate

Look

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fascinate

Or have his body baggaged if the closest thing

He's had to hits is smacking bitches

And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks

Say this shit is trash again,

I'll have you twisted like you had it

When you thought you had me slippin' at the telly

Even when I'm gettin' brain,

You'll never catch me with a thot

"Lacking with it, he ain't spit like this in his last shit"

Hoe, you better go back and listen

You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow a let up

Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup

Hopin' that you rappers fall in that

Dre said, "Hold your head up"

Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition,

Slap the clip and cock it back on competition,

This is how I shot a head (pew)

Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous,

Jack the ripper, back in business

Tyler create nothing,

I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch

It's not just 'cause you lack attention

It's 'cause you worshipin' twelve balls,

you're sacrilegious

If you're gonna critique me,

You better at least be as good or better

Get all the hooters wetter,

Whatever his name is to help you

Put together some words, more than two letters

The fans waited for this moment

Like the feature when I stole this show

Sorry if I took forever

Don't fall on my face

Yeah

Don't fall on my faith, oh

I won't

Don't fall on my fate

Light him up!

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Ha

Don't fall on my fate

It's too easy

Just remember–I was here before you

And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you

Detract this, I might have to fuck pitchfork with a corkscrew

Just what the doctor ordered

Revenge is the medicine

Increase the dose, unleash the monster

Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves

And suck the blood from all the biggest artists

Like some leeches

So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em

See the show, every parasite needs a hose

Then give Album of the Year to somebody

That no one's ever even heard of

All I know is I wrote every single word

Of everything I ever muredered

Time to separate the sheep from goats

And I got no faith in your writers,

I don't believe in ghosts

When rap needed it most, I was that wing in that prayer

A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air

Somewhere, some kid is bumping this

While he lip-syncs in the mirror

That's who I'm doin' it for,

the I don't really even care

But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary

In my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists

On the scale it turns to minus

Mines is various as hardly and what's scary

Is you can prolly compare me to your car

'Cause I'm barely gettin' started

And far as, you better leave me the hell alone

Or I'll show you clone

Walk up in this house you own

Brush my pelvic bone

You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote

Put my feet up and just make myself at home

I belong here, clown!

Don't tell me 'bout the culture

I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles,

The Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh

Throughout the world, 50 Cent, you the squad,

Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!

It's too loud

Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It's too loud

Freeze my crown all up in it

Slow fire