Don't Front
Eminem Feat. 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
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
'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
In "Don't Front," Eminem expresses his determination to be recognized as a top rapper despite his humble beginnings. The song is filled with metaphors and similes that emphasize his confidence and skill when it comes to rap. He raps about how nothing can stop his flow and how he is always ready to finish strong no matter what. Eminem also pays tribute to the late rapper Big Proof, who was a great influence on his career. Additionally, Eminem AKA Slim Shady pays his respects to Buckshot and Dru-Ha who were founders of the group Black Moon who created the track "I Got Cha Opin" which "Don't Front" samples during the chorus.
Throughout the song, Eminem shares his story of growing up poor and having to wear old or ill-fitting clothes. He contrasts his present-day success by rapping about how he is in a league of his own, and that nobody can compete with him no matter how much they try. The song displays Eminem's relentless work ethic and his refusal to give up, even when faced with setbacks.
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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@brandonayong5823
TRADUCTION EMINEM
Don't Front 2013
Tiré de l'album MMLP 2 ce son est un retour aux sources purement Rap d'eminen
Bonne lecture
Couplet
J'avais l'habitude d'ĂȘtre, courbĂ©, maintenant je reprĂ©sente Ă fond
Le crayon est plein de balles insolentes.
Je suis comme un Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull et un Rott'
Mélangé à un acid toxique, la parcelle commence à s'épaissir
Je commence à rapper comme un Pac à l'ancienne , dément
Sinistre démoniaque, depuis que le docteur m'a reconstitué
Le jour oĂč il m'as donnĂ© ma chance quand j'Ă©tais sur le point de dĂ©missionner
Donc ne pas le voir avec moi serait une image choquante
Et je suis la définition de ce qu'est un menton en béton
Car peu importe le nombre de fois oĂč tu me frappes dessus
Je serai toujours capable de me relever
Sache que si j'ai un début difficile, je vais toujours avoir un Rocky en finition
Arrogant ? Nope
Mais j'espÚre t'avoir offensé quand je t'ai dit à quel point je suis nul à ça.
Et mettre l'accent sur la "dope", donc quand les noms apparaissent
Dans cette conversation de qui est le plus stupide, mieux jeter le mien dans elle
Et ne faites pas attention Ă moi, pendant que je vous rappelle le flot
Tu ne trouveras nulle part, quand il allumera et que je déchargerai mon stylo explosera
'til il n'y a pas de rimes en elle, de recharger en un rien de temps
Laissez les insultes s'envoler toutes les soixante secondes qui passent, donc vous savez que je le pensais
Ă l'Ă©cole, j'Ă©tais tellement timide, timide
Deux paires de jeans que j'alterne, des vĂȘtements moches, je suis membre
Suppliant ma mĂšre pour K-mart Macgregors car ils Ă©taient nouveaux
Saint Vincent de Paul, ces poneys ont été utilisés, et aucune taille adaptée
Mais j'ai embrassé le bon vieux temps, adios, Je l'ai fait
Ils ont dit que j'Ă©tais un gadget, maintenant je suis celui que ces gars imitent
Maintenant, bande d'Enfoirés, vous ne voulez pas vous disputer.
Parce que tu sais que je vais gagner, nomme un flux qui est plus authentique, et n'avance pas
Tu sais que je t'ai ouvert, petit, n'avance pas
Vous savez que je vous ai ouvert, mot, ne pas front
Tu sais que je t'ai Ouvert, Petit, pourquoi tu te la joues?
Tu sais que je t'ai ouvert, petit
Repose en paix pour de grandes preuves, tu Ă©tais une bĂȘte, Tu me reflĂ©tais lyriquement
J'ai modelé mon flot hors de toi, ton esprit coule à travers moi
Je t'aime, Doody, sans toi je me sens si incomplet
Je ne suis pas roi, pas besoin que des pétales de rose soient jetés à mes pieds.
Je suis une Ă©pine dans ton cĂŽtĂ©, ĂȘtre jetĂ© dans un trĂŽne
Fais gaffe Ă ce que tu dis, j'ai l'impression d'ĂȘtre dans la zone.
Je suis dans une ligue complÚtement différente sur mon propre mothafuckin', c'est juste moi
Aucun adversaire ne peut rivaliser, et je n'ai jamais été connu pour retraite
De la viande de boeuf, be be beat, suivre les tendances ou se vautrer dans la défaite
J'ai toujours aussi faim, mais je ne peux mĂȘme pas dire bon appĂ©tit.
Parce que je ne sais pas quoi manger, putain de micro ou le rythme
Salope, personne n'est Ă l'esprit fonctionne comme le mien
C'est l'Heure de la pierre de touche, holmes, votre esprit est soufflé.
Parce que je rime comme si j'Ă©tais encore en train d'essayer de m'inscrire, dans The ... Show-
- affaire avec ... criant " qui t'a passé le micro? "
Jamais demandé de vous comme ma merde de l'obtenir
Je préfÚre te demander de me torcher le cul, salope.
Tu as eu une belle course, maintenant va te faire voir.
Je vais frapper cette salope en premier.
Parce que sur le micro je dois représenter les vrais rappeurs
Les vrais rappeurs se font déchaßner leurs talents
Un mot Ă Buckshot et Dru-ha, pourquoi pas?
Vous ne l'aimez pas? Sucer une bite! Presque ...
Avant de signer avec le docteur, j'ai presque signé avec Duck Down.
Parce que Rawkus n'a pas fait d'offres, donc mothafuck Loud
Ils tira de moi, donc quoi jusqu'Ă maintenant?
Wow, Ă quel point j'aurais l'air d'un connard
Frotter et tenir rancune maintenant, mais ne pas front
Tard dans la nuit, il avait l'habitude de prendre un buzz, ne pouvait pas Ă©crire
Maintenant j'Ă©cris ce genre de merde pour te faire essuyer
Mais portez des couches car vous pourriez laisser une traßnée
Je suis sur un pare-brise rayé essuie-glace ne pourrait pas essuyer
C'est difficile de déchiffrer le code dans lequel je pourrais sauter ce soir.
Parce que je suis hyper ou quelque chose, avoir besoin de quelqu'un ou quelque chose c'est allumer
Ce feu sous moi, il respire une nouvelle vie, c'est comme si j'étais déjà mort une fois.
Je suppose que certaines personnes ne vivent que deux fois, et c'est drĂŽle
J'étais fauché il y a si longtemps que j'ai perdu mon idée de l'argent.
Mais vous dimes n'obtiendrez pas un putain de nickle de moi
Oh merde, je suis en bas sur un genou
J'ai un coup de génie, Elizabeth. je viens te voir, chérie.
De garçon en homme, et encore faire gémir une putain comme une glande thyroïde
Je suis dans une autre catégorie, mec, ne me mets pas avec ces pop stars
Je n'ai jamais eu besoin d'une tape dans le dos à un garçon, bande
N'en déplaise? Oui offense, des précédents ont été établis qui ne seront jamais rencontrés
Le majeur pressé contre le nez de Moby
Des cris à Obie, les rideaux se sont fermés sur mon show
(mais n'... jamais que je suis celui que tu pensais ne pas réussir)
Tu ne peux pas le prendre, oh
J'ai toute une génération de rappeurs qui sont cinglés avec le flow
Mais convainquez-moi que vous avez entendu
Un Mc depuis moi qui est aussi bon avec ces putains de mots
Sans mĂącher des mots, tu auras l'impression que je pince un nerf.
Qui mentalement dérangé, vous pourriez aussi bien enfoncer un couteau dans moi et tourner
Ăa va ĂȘtre comme ma peau d'ĂȘtre Indien brĂ»lĂ©
Salope, il n'y en a pas, quand apprendras-tu?
Jamais servi, si ma mémoire est
Je me battrais jusqu'Ă ce que je me souvienne de ces mots.
Tu sais que je t'ai ouvert les yeux, arrĂȘte de frimer
Tu sais que je t'ai ouvert,
@AGjoinery
would love to hear a full eminem album with these types of beats
@thanksfortrumpcnnmsnbcandh8771
Adam Goldie I think his last album should have a 90s feel and a nas feature
@VirusKingx3
d less should be Slim Shady LP 2
@KenMoreira
that was relapse esssentially.
@cheese7960
Itâs called infinite
@toasted3845
Ever heard of infinite?
@eatshitanddie464
Em needs to end his career with an entire album produced with 90s boom bap tracks like this. He's sounds perfect over this classic Black Moon track.
@MegaTwiztid15
I prefer this over Revival honestly. And I LIKE Revival a bit lmao
@christianmulder4163
Tyron Turner man....
@MegaTwiztid15
I'm just being honest. What's the problem?