1:19 Eminem:] If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) That scares the fuck out of you For a couple decades (Brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt) From that day that I met Dre (Brrt) So you liable to catch strays (Brrt) From the second you press play (What?) I suggest they (What?) Do not test like an essay (Why?) 'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah) We can just say (What?) I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word "rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him" And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me "obesity" (Why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah) Used to be yea tall, then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (What?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like (Look out, brrt) And that ain't no sound effect (Woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, let's go, one, two) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a) A cross of common sense and incompetence (Uh) I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence (What?) Of accomplishments accomplished through competition If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (Woo, my bad) Nobody's sixteens are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin' to heathen, I need it from me I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishing If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) That scares the fuck out of you
This song and beat is so so legendary
You my friend.. are correct and right.
that lamp lit road walking down this street feeling
Im sorry but this album has the best beats ever for an Eminem album. Sooo sick!🔥🔥
Luis Resto and Eminem back to producing shit
@@TroubleZxHCT Don t forget dre
Why sorry?
@@gualtergutierrez1166 because there will always be deniers
@@Theabysstreasure oooh I get it. Thank you! 🙏
This just became one of my all time favorite beats
Respect for the quickness keep it up
1:00 🔥🔥🔥
the only proper karaoke in youtube
Beat is so hard!!🔥🔥🥶
1:19
Eminem:]
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
For a couple decades (Brrt)
Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (Brrt)
So you liable to catch strays (Brrt)
From the second you press play (What?)
I suggest they (What?)
Do not test like an essay (Why?)
'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah)
We can just say (What?)
I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah)
Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh)
Wait, he didn't just spell the word "rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep)
But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope)
'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him"
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah)
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
Call me "obesity" (Why?)
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah)
Used to be yea tall, then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah)
But if the whole world was out to get you (What?)
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like (Look out, brrt)
And that ain't no sound effect (Woo)
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah)
But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, let's go, one, two)
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a)
A cross of common sense and incompetence (Uh)
I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence (What?)
Of accomplishments accomplished through competition
If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness
Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (Woo, my bad)
Nobody's sixteens are touching
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina
Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fuckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin' to heathen, I need it from me
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishing
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
LETS GOOOOO
2:36
GOT THE MOST CONTENT ON THE CONTINENT
🔥beat goes hard , closest to original.
0:06
what software u use
Is the screeching sound in back ground still some voice from song?
yea cuz they used an stem splitter
What you do just plug it up halfway? Lol. Better than nothing
Lol
Dr.Dre beat
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