Don't Front
Eminem/Buckshot Lyrics


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Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spittin' like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shockin' image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, when it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart MacGregors 'cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't wanna go startin' no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front

Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you know I got you open, kid

Rest in peace to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowin' through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fuckin' tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fuckin' microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryin' to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screamin', "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'ma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills crackin'
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock, almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck' Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbin' it and holding some grudge now, but don't front

Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you know I got you open, kid

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers 'cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or somethin', needing someone or somethin' is lightin'
This fire under me, it's breathin' new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of bein' broke was so long ago, I lost the concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fuckin' nickel from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one knee
I'm havin' a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm comin' to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't group me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers comin' up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fuckin' mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin bein' Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words





You know I got you open kid, yo stop fronting (don't front)
You know I got you open, Word Life

Overall Meaning

In this song, Eminem/Buckshot is asserting his dominance as a rapper while also expressing gratitude for those who influenced him in his career. He starts off by referencing how he used to get “bent” but now he represents himself to the fullest. He then compares himself to a mix of aggressive dog breeds and describes how he spits rhymes fiercely like the late Tupac. Eminem/Buckshot also references how he was close to quitting until Dr. Dre gave him a life-changing shot. He then goes on to describe his past struggles with poverty and how he is now a successful rapper who doesn’t need approval from anyone. He also pays homage to fellow rapper Big Proof, who he drew inspiration from, and says that he will always represent real rap and compete with the best.


The song is also titled "Don't Front" which means "don't pretend." Eminem/Buckshot is urging listeners to be honest about his skills and not front, or pretend, that there are other rappers better than him. He wants people to acknowledge him as one of the best in the game.




Lyrics © MJJN LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Walter V. Dewgarde Jr., Kenyatta S. Blake, Aram Schefrin, Genya Ravan, Roscoe Mitchell, Marshall B. Mathers III

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Never gets old listening to Eminem

MichaelScott835

November 17

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തത്വമസി

This is what we want from eminem.. Old school production and mad rhyming

BLAKHEART

EXACTLY! fuck dude, i literally seen this comment right after i commented mine, THIS IS IT, we dont like the newschool beats eminem has been trying to adapt to, in fact we dont want him to adapt, we want EMINEM back, im talkin old school beats, old school flow, kickin ass and takin names eminem.

yari Rok

Agreed ❤

ChodyRay

This isn't old school sounding at all. It sounds like mmlp2/shady xv

BLAKHEART

@ChodyRay well old school as in, no bass boosted 808’s and all that new gen shit they use in the instrumentals im not talkin old school as in boom bap, im talkin like survival, guts over fear, headlights etc.

ChampyG

⁠@ChodyRaythe instrumental/beat is old school

I got cha opin Black Moon

This song is from MMLP2 you can hear it in his flow/cadence/delivery

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