Eminem – GNAT (Official Music Video)

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1. Corona Virus and Sars has been Quite since this dropped.

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2. Playing fortnite and this song in Corona time was something diffrent

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3. DA got that dope is a wonderfull Producer. Cmon he made the beat on Taste by Tyga and the beat on Kodaks “ZEZE” and also this.

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4. 3:15 i cried.

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5. Overview
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   Like I ain’t on 1, 2, 3 pac
   Like I ain’t finna bust when my homeboy make the fucking beat drop
   Bustin’ a cap in the wack when I’m rappin’
   You really need to trust in the fact that I’m back and I’m slappin’
   The industry for ducking the cat when he rap with a passion
   When I’m in this piece, I crush in a fashion
   Like I ain’t never ate in this game (chuh)
   Like I ain’t never seen and had me some big things
   Like I ain’t been around the world and with so many different girls
   And kinky parties that it could lift the spirit of Rick James (Jesus)
   Like I ain’t a fixture and never knew Twista
   And never did music for the Alpha Dog picture
   Like I never script the pledge in the scripture
   Or had a hit song ’bout my my own liquor mixture
   Do it like I wasn’t a starter that was on the Carter (Weezy)
   Wasn’t in art of my cousin, the Water (fizzy)
   Nothing was bartered
   We’re bussing and touchin’ the heart of people
   That’s loving the heart of stuffing ain’t no charted (pleasies)
   Like I never got signed (woah)
   Not a one, not a two but three times (cheah)
   Like I never did get the cheddar or see shine
   Like it’s sleep time for peeps’ minds on T9
   Like, if these rhymes really never ever happened (cheah)
   ‘Til right now, like pow, I got it crackin’
   With the pen and pad, without no backin’
   Tryna stack and get action and pull
   The cash in is the way that I’m rappin’
   Like I ain’t rich, like I ain’t sold
   Not a ne’er record Platinum or ne’er Gold
   Like I ain’t dripped, like I ain’t froze
   Like I ain’t made a quarter mill’ for a show
   Like I ain’t big, like I ain’t huge
   Like I ain’t shit, like I ain’t pay dues
   Like I ain’t full, like I ain’t cool
   Like I ain’t build a empire in the ‘Zou, like I, like I ain’t
   Toured with the Jay Rock, with the homie K Dot
   Like I ain’t never had the allure for the play slots
   Stressing, like I ain’t step in the session with the Seven
   Never guessin’ the effin’ cure is to spray thots (brrt)
   Like I never had a shot
   Or a song with the white guy Dre got (woo)
   Like I didn’t have a lay lock
   Never went on set of Ballers with Mr. Baywatch (USO)
   Like I didn’t meet Trav yet, like I never had assets
   Bad with the pen, but never cashed checks
   Rapping like I ain’t even close to havin’ the bag yet (no)
   Like I’m tryna be the best up in this hip-hop (cheah)
   And do a track with the king of Atlanta, T.I.P.-top
   Then turn around and switch it up and do big rock
   Tryna ride all the way up to my homie in Slipknot (maggot)
   Cheah! Like I never heard fans yell it
   Not the calm, not the worst, even Angelic (word)
   Before they told me that I can’t sell it
   Before I went to the reunion of fam Nelly
   Like I didn’t have this new watch (cheah)
   And it never would tic and never do toc (cheah)
   Like I’m rapping myself to learning brew hops
   Rapping like I ain’t never did a record with 2Pac
   Like I ain’t rich, like I ain’t sold
   Not a ne’er record Platinum or ne’er Gold
   Like I ain’t dripped, like I ain’t froze
   Like I ain’t made a quarter mill’ for a show
   Like I ain’t big, like I ain’t huge
   Like I ain’t shit, like I ain’t pay dues
   Like I ain’t full, like I ain’t cool
   Like I ain’t build a empire in the ‘Zou, like I, like I ain’t
   Skipping my job, yeah, like this is a process
   Try’na get from the projects, so I spit like I got next
   And I trip if you object, like I’m itchin’ to fly Tech
   Whipping in kitchens with Pyrex, to the mission that God set
   For me, rippin’ these quick and will not rest
   Like no flippin’ Techn9cian is obsessed (cheah)
   Like I didn’t know when I was droppin’ (cheah)
   Independent music, I wasn’t toppin’ (cheah)
   And all the bad bitches wasn’t jockin’
   I rap like I didn’t know I did a record with Hopsin (cheah)
   They call me Tecca N9na, I’ma shoot this
   If you’re dissin’, you really don’t wanna do this
   Niggas wanna try me, then you’re gonna lose it
   I rap like I never did a record with Joyner Lucas (hungry)
   Like I never knew Maestro’s
   Like I didn’t know Trae was a asshole
   Like I didn’t have a stash full of cash flow
   Rappin’ like I’m back in the past with my afro
   Like I never ever knew Strange would put up the
   Name Tech N9ne in my shoe strings (cheah)
   Like I didn’t know I was spittin’ the butane
   And I grew fame with the homie Bobby and 2 Chainz
   Like I ain’t rich, like I ain’t sold
   Not a ne’er record Platinum or ne’er Gold
   Like I ain’t dripped, like I ain’t froze
   Like I ain’t made a quarter mill’ for a show
   Like I ain’t big, like I ain’t huge
   Like I ain’t shit, like I ain’t pay dues
   Like I ain’t full, like I ain’t cool
   Like I ain’t build a empire in the ‘Zou, like I, like I ain’t

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