Eminem - Don't Front (feat. Buckshot) lyrics

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[Verse] Used to get, bit, now I represent to the fullest Pencil is full of, insolent bullets, I'm like a doberman pincher, pit bull and a rot mixed wit it, toxic The plot begins to thicken, I begin to spit it like vintage Pac demented Demonic, sinister, ever since the doc replenished me The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit So to not see him wit, me would be a shocking image An I'm, the definition of what a concrete chin is Cuz 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 you I don't buy into 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 till there's no rhymes in it Reload in no time, let insults fly, every 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 remember Beggin my mom for K-Mart McGregors cuz those were new, Same thing since your poor, those pony's were used and no size fitted But kiss 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 arguement Cuz you know I'll win it Name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front! [Hook] Know I gotcha open, don't front You know I gotcha open kid, don't front

[Verse]
Used to get, bit, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of, insolent bullets,
I'm like a doberman pincher, pit bull and a rot mixed wit it, toxic
The plot begins to thicken, I begin to spit it like vintage Pac demented
Demonic, sinister, ever since the doc replenished me

The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit
So to not see him wit, me would be a shocking image
An I'm, the definition of what a concrete chin is
Cuz 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 you I don't buy into 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 till there's no rhymes in it
Reload in no time, let insults fly, every 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 remember
Beggin my mom for K-Mart McGregors cuz those were new, Same thing since your poor, those pony's were used and no size fitted
But kiss 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 arguement
Cuz you know I'll win it
Name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front!

[Hook]
Know I gotcha open, don't front
You know I gotcha open kid, don't front