Go To Sleep
Eminem (feat. Obie Trice & DMX) Lyrics

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
I won't stop or rest until I witness what I have in mind.

And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
I intend to end your life, and hurting you will not suffice.

For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
Our relation is hostile, and mere harm doesn't satisfy me.

As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree
We won't reconcile and see eye to eye for as long as we live.

There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speaking wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a Inglés
Talking to me won't do, especially if you mention my family.

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
We'll fight endlessly unless you're ready to confront me in person.

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
I'll let my fury loose on you, displaying a side of me you've never seen.

And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
I'll take care of myself and handle you personally, not requiring anyone's help.

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
I'll confront you unaccompanied, expecting to see just you and me.

We never met, but best believe you gon know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
You may not be aware of who I am, but I'll reveal your true character when we finally meet up.

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
Fight me and engage in physical combat with me.

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!
You couldn't stand up to me like you claimed, you're pathetic and don't stand a chance - Ja Rule included.

Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
It's time for your demise and end - go to sleep and never wake up - leaving your life behind.

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
You're still alive? How many warnings must I give before you perish? Close your eyes and take your last breath.

Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
It's time for you to die for good, so goodbye once and for all. Close your eyes and never open them again.

Now we got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
I have everyone on edge and intimidated intentionally, focusing energy away from their true skill - they aren't rappers, but pointless.

You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You aren't respected and aggressive in the slightest - you're all talk and your lyrics don't make sense.

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You're not even worth fearing - who do you work for? You're getting crushed in the rap battle against me.

You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
You come up against Shady Records - the biggest label in the business - and that spells your doom.

And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
When I come into my own, I embody something that hurts others - let's, therefore, rap battle it with consequences on the line.

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse
Killing you or anyone else who raps unrealistically and dodges reality.

And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak
Once I take your life, the world will know that your rhymes came from a place of deceit.

You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
You're all talk and no action - use a vest and save your breath.

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt
You had a chance now you're about to pay the ultimate price - six feet under.

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
I'm proud of my braggadocio - I'll represent the hood to the fullest, including with weapons.

Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
I'm taking over the game with my words and feet - comprehend the real me and hear my message through any type of pain.

Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
Watch how I'm advancing and where I'm heading - if you overlook my power, you'll rest forever.

But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
I'll keep on growing and exceeding boundaries in life, but I'll still keep my original antagonists in mind.

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
You were aware of how aggressive I could get, and I showed you, yet you continue to challenge me.

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 'cause it's all good, it's all right
I'm the best in the business and my crew is tight-knit - it's all good, and we're all right.

Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
People tried to talk to me but didn't get a response - now they're going to have to deal with everything that brings.

Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
My crew and I can battle any opponent - why did you come after us like this?

All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Take this hit and keep taking it - we're going to eliminate and demolish all annoying haters.

Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
No more pretending, phoney gangsters - step back and rot away in silence and deceit.

Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
I don't even want you to die with your name - die unrecognized and anonymous. Hahaha, let's keep going with this jam.