[Eminem:] Ladies and gentlemen make some noise Aww shit Yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started or what Well I brought some friends with me too Now
got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs
You want confrontation Everything you say is bullshit so don't raise your fucking voice all you ever do is scream just for the sake of making noise
where people come together Berlin City love you but sometimes I got to move on sometimes I got to come down from the trouble, from the noise and from
God for love I'll make Jihad for love And I just might pull your freakin' card for love Make you sing 'Hey Love' like my man King Son I freak the art noise
'Cause money buys the access And we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen If we're using the same old voice? We need new noise New art
The Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears
heart, life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art
locked on us Money buys the access and we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen If we're using the same old voice? We need new noise, new art
and ducking shots with killers right in back of me I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise
a turntable Grab the mic, plug it in and begin But here's where the problem starts, no heart Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art
It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I
for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it It's the medicine, this is how we swing it Suckers want noise, I advise them to bring it (Repeat 4x
No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise
of the rap channel Those were all the things I heard in the house Even though I called it noise and banging I know now, it is a accepted musical art
your comic book Sound effects blazin' through your rhymin' book Just imagine all the time it took For me to master this the art of noise is hazardous
rap channel those were all the things I heard in the house even though I called it noise and banging I know now that it is a accepted musical art form
on me All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree internally, avoid an away story 40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison noise