Soul IntentSoul Intent

[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