Eminem - Business SongtextIntro:
Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S.
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fucking right!
To the rap mobile, let's go!
Bitches and Gentleman!
Hurry, hurry step right up!
Introducing the star of our show, his name is...
You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now
So without futher ado, I bring to you...
Your bout to witness hip hop in its
Most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is back!
Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
*VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come
I'm inches away from you, dear fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles
Gee willekors Dre, holly bat syllables
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals
So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated
On in eighty songs and
exaggerate it all So much
they make it all up
There's no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People when you're rapping and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center 8 0 0
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, played career russian roulett
And you never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat
People stepping over people just to rush to the set
Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy
How can one Chandra be so leavy
Turn on these beats, MC's dont see me
Believe me, BET and MTV
Are gonna grieve when we leave, dawg fo sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
'Till we grow beirds, get weird and disappear into the mountains
Nothin' but clowns down here
But we, ain't fucking around round here
Can I get a hell?
So there you have it folks
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and grey
So until next times friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening
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Writer(s): Michael A. Elizondo, Theron Otis Feemster, Andre Young Copyright: Universal Music - Z Tunes LLC, Elvis Mambo Music, Ain'T Nothing But Funkin' Music, Music Of Windswept, Feemstro, WB Music Corp. Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com
- 01 Curtains up
- 02 White America
- 03 Business
- 04 Cleanin' out My Closet
- 05 Square Dance
- 06 The Kiss (skit)
- 07 Soldier
- 08 Say Goodbye Hollywood
- 09 Drips
- 10 Without Me
- 11 Paul Rosenberg (skit)
- 12 Sing for the Moment
- 13 Superman
- 14 Hailie's Revenge
- 15 Steve Berman (skit)
- 16 When the Music Stops
- 17 Say What You Say
- 18 Till I Collapse
- 19 My Dad's Gone Crazy
- 20 Curtains Close
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