I'm Gone
Eminem / Obie Trice Lyrics

I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page
I destroy Murder Inc with my lyrics as soon as I start writing

You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage
You will have no choice but to come and challenge me on stage

And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight
You better be brave enough to come to the mic and fight me

'Cause you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the smarts to write
You will have to fight me because you don't have the intelligence to outsmart me with your lyrics

Something that good, to try to come back at me with
You can't come back at me with anything as good as my lyrics

What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit?
You can't beat me with your happy and positive rap

You motherfuckers crack me up, talkin' 'bout you gonna smack me up
You guys make me laugh, saying you're going to beat me up

Y'all won't even back me up
You won't even support me

Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard
Put your hands up, you can't even hurt me

It's like fuckin' cats de-clawed tryin' to jack me off
It's like trying to jack off cats without claws, it's pointless

You think I'm afraid? What you tryin' to throw some fear in me?
You think I'm scared? Are you trying to intimidate me?

You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security?
Do you think I'm stupid enough to not have security with me?

I'm doin' my best to try to show maturity
I'm trying to be mature about this situation

But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me
Don't sit there and look at me disrespectfully

Like it's supposed to be scarin' me
You're not intimidating me

Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
I will easily jump over this VIP rope and throw this chair at anyone who tries to approach me

At anyone close or near me, tryin' to approach me physically
I will attack anyone who comes close to me physically

'Cause he don't spit lyrically
Because he can't rap well

And he knows that my flow's so sick, his ho's on my dick
He knows that my rap is so good that his girlfriend is attracted to me

And he's so sick of hearin' me, my posters are starin' at him
He's tired of hearing my music and my posters are still up, reminding him of me

But I don't think he knows the severity
But I don't think he understands the seriousness of the situation

Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously
Of how serious the situation could become

If I go hysterically, 'cause I guarantee
If I lose control and go crazy, I promise

There's no one in here that would resort back to childhood
No one here would behave as childishly as me

Any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood
No one would fight as quickly or as violently as me

Especially when I'm sippin' on this liquor and tonic
Especially when I'm drinking liquor and tonic

One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it
If I take one sip of this bottle, I will hit you so hard on the head with it

The mark from it'll be so dark that it'll leave a scar so big
The mark from it will be so severe that it will leave a huge scar

You'll be able to read a label from the motherfuckin' sticker that's on it
You will be able to read the label of the sticker that's on the bottle from the mark it leaves

I'm sick of the nonsense
I'm tired of all the drama

Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point
This situation is ridiculous and I won't let it get any worse

Where I'ma let you sit on my conscience
I won't let you make me feel guilty or bad

Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo
Who do you know that has been to Kyoto and Tokyo?

Off of one debut, screamin', "I'm in Janai yo!"?
Off of one debut album, yelling, "I'm not going to fall"?

Obie Trice, showed you right
Obie Trice showed you how to do it correctly

He done seen overseas, he's not a prototype (nah)
He has traveled abroad, he's not just a copy of someone else

Nobody's protégé, Em only showed O the way
Obie Trice is not anyone's apprentice, Eminem just showed him the way

Fuck what the media say
I don't care what the media thinks or says

If you listen to music then you should know that O Trice fused it
If you listen to music, you should know that Obie Trice created his own style

In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it
He speaks the way that the street people want to hear it

Choose, to translate it through the art of music
He chooses to express it through music

And started using it reachin' the youth
He started using his music to reach young people

Influenced by the truth in it (truth)
Influenced by the truth in the music

And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
As a boy and later as a man, I ran away from kidnappers in vans

Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend
Understand the facts and try to comprehend it

Hand full of contraband
I had drugs with me

A product of my environment, narcotics and violence
I was influenced by my environment of drugs and violence

Inspires the content, but my intent is
This is what inspires my music, but my intention is

To retire these tired-ass writers in silence (yeah)
To retire these old and unskilled writers without making any noise

'Cause haters, they hate us 'cause Shady became famous
Haters hate us simply because Eminem became famous

And claimed the rap game when they thought he'd be nameless (hah)
And he became the king of rap even though they thought he would be a nobody

But racist accusations won't change us
Accusations of racism won't affect us

Let the truth be told, you think O will be over here
Let me tell the truth, do you think Obie Trice would behave like this?

Like, "Massa, show them you got soul" (Massa)
Like, "Master, show them that you have soul"

No, anybody knows us knows that's not how we roll
No, anyone who knows us knows that's not how we behave

So, I still push the bucket
I'm still driving my old car

If I ain't trust it I wouldn't fuck with it
If I didn't trust it, I wouldn't drive it

But fuck it, I'm gone bitch!
But never mind, I'm done with this situation