Realest

[Intro: Kito Abashi, We Vybz Tv, Ez Mil]

If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X, my Martin Luther King because (Martin had a dream)

He's too fire to go unnoticed

There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Ez Mil]

I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)

Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies

It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (Run in that!)

Buddy, I'd do it alone, cuddy said, "Wait up my homes!

Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you

Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome!" No cap

You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough

Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed

Then he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did

'Cause he learned "give it up or get fucked in turn, homie"

[Chorus: Ez Mil]

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Verse 2: Ez Mil]

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)

Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits

But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in

Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission

Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke

With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers

Some of them might got ya' name on 'em

While I brag about shit that could happen

I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em

When I rap, they consider me a Gatling

Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap 'em

Gettin' that bag with the G.O.A.T, B-Rabbit, I know they hate this flow

I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best

Stick in your dome, you're never gettin' a penny or less

Stealin' the flows, then I'ma spit it again as a test

Sick of these hoes, they get to bitchin' the bigger the breast

Nevertheless I'ma get it in a way that you can never better

Instead of settin' a bet up, I let up with the Beretta

Make it "dugu-dugu," drillin' you bitches in front of PETA

'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up always leavin' y'all wet up like

[Chorus: Ez Mil]

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Guess I've really no right to complain much hip hop has been good to me huh

But when they say that I'm only top five 'cause I'm white why would I be stunned

My skin color's still working against me (What) 'cause second I should be to none

Being white ain't why they put me at five (Nope) it's why they can't put me at one (Whoot)

They're comin' with more venom so the haters I'm aimin' it towards them and

All the envious rappers I'd torch if I'm on a joint with 'em

And that is the only retort is I'm not played in the clubs motherfucker put a cork in it

Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (Why?) is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Haha)

I am a guest in this house but I turned this bitch to a mansion

That's an expansion made it gargantuan England Germany France and Japan's in this bitch

Even Dubai because my music they do buy

You die tryin' this scientists two psy

​chiatrists could not un-screw my head up the blue eyed devil I never quit do I

Naw cause you know you'll get washed like a bar of soap you pussy you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke

And I know it eats at your heart like an artichoke because you know that's how likely you are to choke

Your heart is broke as I rip you apart I go bananas precede to spit every bar I wrote

I was spittin' before my mother's water broke it's not even close you bitch I'm by far the goat

Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your mouths

Bitch you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound

Ya'll need to stick to what you do best shootin' schools up yeah go load up rounds

In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town

Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash but boy (What up doe)

There's someone who really is furious stay out his path his wrath avoid

And I'll be the last to toy with a juice head whose brain is like half destroyed

Like a meteor hit it well there went Melle Mel we lost his ass to roids (Damn)

God was like "I got him" but I'm gonna start him at the bottom of the barrel brought him in the world

With a ma that was on valium and his father was a coward taught him as a child when no fucking body was around

How to get himself up and out of poverty and now not even a growl in his stomach gotta be a hound

'Til they put your body in the ground probably gonna sound like a cliché but when haters try to beat you down

Say fuck 'em

[Chorus: Ez Mil]

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Outro: Eminem]

I'm just playin', Gen Z, you know I love you