Released: September 14, 1992
Songwriter: Eminem
Producer: Manix
[Scratches: DJ Butter]
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I don't got [?] eyesight
But I could spot your fake ass in the dark [?]
[?] make us all look wack
[?]
Tryna act vicious when your whole fuckin' image is fictitious
I see you got a rare case of gangster limp
All that practising on your walk when you wouldn't step to a staircase
You must think I'm too gullible to notice that
Your personality's gettin' too colourful, I don't believe I'm singin' this rap
You better get your head checked
'Cause I don't see how a redneck could be into rap
You even picked up an accent, "I'm from the streets!"
Whatever the fuck that meant, so now [?]
[?] was artificial to begin with
So I stepped on him with my feet, but now they're covered in dog shit
So don't give me that "Boogie woogie, I'm real" rap
A minute more, I know what you're in it for, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
[Verse 2: Eminem]
[?]
Tryna get me to write a booty rap with a pop feel
But I wouldn't sell-out for a Scooby Snack
Here's some hairspray, better make up a nickname
[?] quick fame, it will get you airplay
But I ain't sellin' out, I could give a fuck less how much money
A label is willing to start shelling out, so here we are
We're all sitting in the basement getting old [?]
While these idiots are making [?]
[?] hell of a lot easier than it really is
But they just wanna benefit from the
[?] wonderful world of rap
[?] make a track and live comfortable like Hammer is
[?] the more money, the more [?] so if you wanna be successful
You gotta have something special to standout like a sore thumb
[?] record sales make you dominant
[?] open up your mouth [?] talk like that again and I'll put a bomb in it, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
[Scratches: DJ Butter]
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]"
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'll [?]
Lifespan, 'cause half of 'em
Are dyin' off [?] bigger nose than Barbra Streisand
'Cause you ain't never seen hard times, [?] my experience [?] visible
You see hard times to make it miserable
Reminiscing back to when I couldn't even afford to record a track
If I was robbed I'd have to fight to my death for my quarter back
My whole fuckin' life has been full of emptiness
[?] hollow [?] I'm penniless
As long [?] all that counts [?]
My wallet [?] money [?] small amounts [?] good enough
If I know that I set my standards, prominence doesn't come before
Priorities, the more of these [?]
And I keep [?] until I get it perfect
[?]
[?] proves [?]
Which means I stuck to my intentions, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
"Those that bluffed got stuffed in the basement"
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I don't got [?] eyesight
But I could spot your fake ass in the dark [?]
[?] make us all look wack
[?]
Tryna act vicious when your whole fuckin' image is fictitious
I see you got a rare case of gangster limp
All that practising on your walk when you wouldn't step to a staircase
You must think I'm too gullible to notice that
Your personality's gettin' too colourful, I don't believe I'm singin' this rap
You better get your head checked
'Cause I don't see how a redneck could be into rap
You even picked up an accent, "I'm from the streets!"
Whatever the fuck that meant, so now [?]
[?] was artificial to begin with
So I stepped on him with my feet, but now they're covered in dog shit
So don't give me that "Boogie woogie, I'm real" rap
A minute more, I know what you're in it for, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
[Verse 2: Eminem]
[?]
Tryna get me to write a booty rap with a pop feel
But I wouldn't sell-out for a Scooby Snack
Here's some hairspray, better make up a nickname
[?] quick fame, it will get you airplay
But I ain't sellin' out, I could give a fuck less how much money
A label is willing to start shelling out, so here we are
We're all sitting in the basement getting old [?]
While these idiots are making [?]
[?] hell of a lot easier than it really is
But they just wanna benefit from the
[?] wonderful world of rap
[?] make a track and live comfortable like Hammer is
[?] the more money, the more [?] so if you wanna be successful
You gotta have something special to standout like a sore thumb
[?] record sales make you dominant
[?] open up your mouth [?] talk like that again and I'll put a bomb in it, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
[Scratches: DJ Butter]
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]" "Yes"
"[?]"
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'll [?]
Lifespan, 'cause half of 'em
Are dyin' off [?] bigger nose than Barbra Streisand
'Cause you ain't never seen hard times, [?] my experience [?] visible
You see hard times to make it miserable
Reminiscing back to when I couldn't even afford to record a track
If I was robbed I'd have to fight to my death for my quarter back
My whole fuckin' life has been full of emptiness
[?] hollow [?] I'm penniless
As long [?] all that counts [?]
My wallet [?] money [?] small amounts [?] good enough
If I know that I set my standards, prominence doesn't come before
Priorities, the more of these [?]
And I keep [?] until I get it perfect
[?]
[?] proves [?]
Which means I stuck to my intentions, what's your intent?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Are you in it for the profit? Does money in ya pocket
Mean more than respect? Or do ya play for sport
And that's all that's really important
[?] competition comes before any check, tell me, what's your intent?
Are you lookin' at this as simply just a quick way to [?]
[?] does your heart go in each tune?
[?] your purpose 'cause this shit's becomin' a circus
And us jugglers need some elbow room
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- Steppin’ On To The Scene
- Soul Intent
- Suckerin’ Rhyme
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- From Olive Us to Olive U
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- One-Handed Juggler (Original Version)
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- Unreleased Soul Intent Snippet
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