مولد صوت AI Eminem بواسطة Fish Audio

Listen, I'm spittin' these syllables, ridiculous rhythms, legitimate lyrical criminal, minimal limits while cynical critics are typical. Got my own missile, invisible, individual style that's pivotal. Hip-hop's in my veins, remain insane, while others maintain they're the same.

Look, I don't give a fuck what these critics say about my music, that's fine. They can keep running their mouths all day long, but guess what? I'm gonna keep spitting these bars my way, and that's just how it is, period.

Look, they tried to bury the monster again, but you can't stop the flow when it's this potent. They want the old Slim, the cold Slim, the one who doesn't care about your feelings. I'm back in the booth, dropping the truth, because the world is just too boring without me.

Listen, when I grip the mic tight my mind ignites, writing all night till the lines feel right, critics try to fight but I'm too precise, spitting fire like a light strike, every verse I write's like a knife slice through the night life.

Look, I don't give a fuck what anybody says about my music, okay? That's fine. You wanna criticize my lyrics? Go ahead. But don't act surprised when I come back twice as hard on the mic. That's just how this shit works.

Look, I think it's like really important that we stand up for what we believe in, you know? Don't let anybody tell you to shut up or stay quiet. If you got something to say, say it loud and proud, 'cause that's what being real is about.

I'm still thirsty for the crown, never back down, while they drown in the sound of this ghost town. I built this empire on the wire, through the fire and the mire of a liar. Keep my name out your mouth unless you're ready for the south.

Look, I'm gonna keep spitting these bars MY way, you feel me? Critics wanna run their mouth, that's cool, that's whatever. But I'm still here, still doing MY thing, still making it happen while they just talking. That's the difference right there.