Eminem dissed Gen Z, Melle Mel, Lord Jamar & The Game on new Ez Mil song ‘Realest’

Information reaching Kossyderrickent has it that Eminem dissed Gen Z, Melle Mel, Lord Jamar & The Game on new Ez Mil song ‘Realest’.

Ez Mil’s Shady Records debut single recorded with Eminem is already available and is ready to set your earbuds on fire.

LYRICS of Realest by EZ Mil ft Eminem 

If I was in the Philippines, he’ll be like my muhfuckin’ Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King

Because he ain’t a fightin’ to go unnoticed

There’s no way I was gonna cross ’em off like he’s just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)

Minus a nine from ten, Eminem’s spot still sits

But fuck a position, I’m tunin’ him in

Let all you rock out with it, I ain’t ever gonna be an opt-out mission

Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin’, dip out and smoke

With the homies we mobbin’, while I’m cleanin’ the stash of my calibers

Some of them might got ya’ name on ’em

Wanna brag about shit that could happen

I am the reason that they got a chain on ’em

When I rap, they consider me a Gatling

Fillin’ up mags, I’m finna go clapping

Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit, I know they hate this flow

I’m in the mode to get to killin’ again with the best stick in your dome

You’re never gettin’ a penny or less, stealin’ the flows

And I’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes

They get to bitchin’, the bigger the breasts, nevertheless

I’ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better

Instead of settin’ the bet up, I let up with the Beretta

Make it, “Duka-duka-doo,” on you bitches in front of PETA

‘Cause I’m kinda gettin’ fed up of leavin’ y’all wet up like

Guess I’ve really no right to complain much (Nah)

Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)

But when they say that I’m only top five

‘Cause I’m white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)

My skin color still workin’ against me (What?)

‘Cause second I should be to none (Ha)

Being white ain’t why they put me at five (Nope)

It’s why they can’t put me at one (Woo)

They come in with more venom

So the haters, I’m aimin’ it toward them (Brr)

And all the envious rappers, I torch if I’m on a joint with ’em (Yeah)

And that is the only retort, is I’m not played in the clubs (What?)

Motherfucker, put a cork in it

Only reason they still play your shit in the club (Why?)

Is ’cause you still perform in ’em (Ha-ha)

I am the guest in this house but I turn this bitch to a mansion (What? Yeah)

That’s an expansion, made it gargantuan (Huh, what?)

England, Germany, France and Japan’s in this bitch (Huh, yeah)

Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy (What?)

You died tryin’ the scientist

Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off

The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)

Nah, ’cause you know you’d get washed like a bar of soap (Yeah)

You pussy, you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke (Ha-ha)

And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (Yeah)

Because you know that’s how likely you are to choke (Yeah)

Your heart is broke as I rip you apart

I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar, bro (Damn)

I was speaking before my mother’s water broke

It’s not even close, you bitch, I’m by far the G.O.A.T

Gen Z is actin’ like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (Yeah)

Bitch, you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound (Nah)

Y’all need to stick to what you do best (What?), shootin’ schools up, gat’, go load up rounds

In your parents’ gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (Uh-huh)

Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but, boy (Whaddup, though?)

This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid

And I’ll be the last to toy with, this juice-head, his brain is like half destroyed

Like a meteor hit it

Well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to ‘roids (Damn)

And God was like, “I got ’em, but I’m gonna start ’em at the bottom of the barrel

Brought him in the world where the mother was on valium him and his father was a coward

Taught him as a child when the fuckin’ body was around

Had to get himself up and out of poverty, and now

Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound”

‘Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a cliche

But when haters try to beat you down, say “Fuck ’em”

I’m just playin’ Gen Z

You know I love you

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