Eminem – We’re Back Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Eminem, Obie Trice, Stat Quo, Cashis, Bobby Creekwater  

Lyrics:

Shady, we’re back!

Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin’ arrangements
If you think you the top and king of the castle
You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
All I hear is I’m the best at this and I’m best at that
But I don’t hear my name, no ne’er brought up in rap
And I don’t usually trip or dare get caught up in that
But when they say one of the best, I’m nowhere thought of as that
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They’ll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that “Renegade” beat
But I ain’t never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come on the radi—
O, and they play ’em 20 times in a row daily
And that very well maybe the same reason they don’t say me
When they speak on hip-hop legends, which has amazed me
‘Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby

So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I’ve been tryna get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady
Gave me the gate key, paved the way
So lately my stakes get better each day
Replay my relay race, when I was chasin’ the afee at eighteen
Eight years later his voice in Beijing
No choice I chase cream, so

Shady (Stat Quo!) we’re back!

This is what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c’mon)
I treat the mic like the block
F*ck with my rocks, and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his knees
And tell him “suck my dick”
Take a bow and leave
With a sack full of unmarked cheese
I find it hard to believe
Who to pull or proceed
To be G’s and claim they runnin’ shit
Nigga I run me
As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me
The same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E
Folk in the hood be askin’, where I be
Dogg, I’m out in Hawaii
Don’t like it? Drink my pee
Record song for the “Detox” LP
Feet don’t fail me
Niggas got me bent like cranberry and Belvee
I’mma die wealthy
Boss in the game, what the f*ck they gon tell me?
A towns own, Aftermath, Shady!

Shady!(Bobby Creek!) we’re back!

Y’all market y’all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game’s an old flame, my nigga I want ’em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what it’s worth I got the right net
Sittin’ here excited by some shit that ain’t write yet
No regret, live by a code you don’t know ’bout
Y’all niggas won’t be certified ’til I show I
Go out on a limb with Em ’cause I’m wid him
Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them
Stand a chance, at the dance, without a Bow tie
Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti
So high, of the light that they have given me
And the haters like a chauffeur because it’s driven me
To a view with a vendetta I am the epitome
I don’t give a f*ck about ya nigga I’m just livin’ me
We the reason for the season so I’m breezin’ through the track nigga

Shady! (Ca$his!)

I can prove I’m here to do something you never do
From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue
I ain’t been to a function, where I ain’t snuck a weapon through
‘Cause my background reveals a one eight seven too
To the block, I’m the truth
To the cops, I’m the proof of this
And niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot
I carry over my street ethics, to the booth
And the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth
The difference between me and you, I already done it
And lived the street life, niggas run away from if
You follow my life, in the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I’m on the roof, of the building, shooting at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can’t kill me
I’m a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I’mma see
Or have you raped in the pen, like American meat
I’m connected gettin’ weight from MS 13
With S.K’s, A.R’s and Mini fourteens
I’m Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap
On Prozac, D’s and E-Pills, it’s a wrap
Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack
I’m in a lifetime contract, Shady’s back nigga

Shady! (Ha! I told you we was back!)