paroles de chanson Renaissance - Eminem

With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearing no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissor-hands
Who slices competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
Shady's dangling a baby tangled in a blanket, strangling
And hanging him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain, arcane with it, Mark Twain in it
You aren't taming it, sharp pain in the heart
Aiming a bar, chamber to carve names in it
Start spraying and start ravin' on beef, starved, craving it
You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephantiasis of the nuts, element
Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development
Cella Dwellers and Wise Intelligent, since elementary
Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin
Failing in school, smart aleck wit
Helped me to rebel against shit so well and vent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit giving a fuck I started to sell a bit
Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater
'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers
"Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers
Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer
Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse
Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger
I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later"
You nerdy pricks would find something wrong with 36 Chambers
It's what they do to the greats
Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face
Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hm)