Yah Yah Lyrics – Eminem
On “Yah Yah,” Eminem enlists fellow emcees Royce da 5'9", Black Thought, and Q-Tip for a posse cut over an upbeat boom-bap instrumental, produced by featured artist Dena. Over a nearly five-minute runtime, the rappers pay homage to inspirational hip-hop veterans and display their lyrical prowess.| Song Name : | Yah Yah |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (People)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Bitches)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Animals)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huhI got that old rump-pum-pum-pumA punk’ll jump up to get him a beat downAt least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he soundMy flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
I’m so-so innovate, po-po went away, I roll over ’em, and make baconAnd call ’em a pig, won’t you hop up off of my dick?Words in the way, I’m at loss by himI give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down, nigga)I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the RothschildsI feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin’ downInside ’em like caulk and tile(Q-Tip)
Man, here we goI said that we’d live in the land of criminalMy era, my era, my era so originalUh-uh, I survived it and that’s a miracleAh, man
‘Cause I’m from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourselfLike Ice Cube said, “Before you wreck yourself” (Bitches)Like Wu-Tang said, “You should protect yourself” (Animals)I got ’em goin’Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yo, snappin’ necks plus I’m live, in effectI’m in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from HexRappers avoid eye contact, that’s outta respectFor the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus RexThey be like, you put the Thought on? YikesIf I told y’all once, I told y’all twice, that motherfucker is niceI’m the king of the blood sport on micsI’m from an era, you had beef? You prolly fist fought on sight
Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spiteThen tell your wife to put your life support on iceI’m the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable ministerLeavin’ every amateur inoperable, I finished ’emMakin’ plaques outta they head like dead venisonUsed to be the bad lieutenant with M-IlitantSpillin’ over fabulous jams my man Dilla sentRap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist
I’m so stubborn, the government won’t governThat brother you spoke of, it just wasn’t his dope, was it?I’m cold buzzin’, I never been low budgetThe taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of itI break free like ChesimardKeep ’em guessin’ hard, while broads say my bars is like ASMRAll my dogs is out the reservoirTop five, I’m where the legends are (Keep goin’)
Live at the edge of darkness and lightOne phone call my youngins takin’ flightYou a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnightI stay heated, my people in the place neededIf you ain’t standin’ up for yourself then stay seatedAnd they cheated, they lie like Amerigo VespucciI’m a miracle, I’m still super lyricalLive from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphoneThutmose the Third, seven inch, herringbones
Man, here we goI said that we’d live in the land of criminalMy era, my era, my era so originalUh-uh, I survived it and that’s a miracleAh, man
‘Cause I’m from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourselfLike Ice Cube said, “Before you wreck yourself” (Bitches)Like Wu-Tang said, “You should protect yourself” (Animals)I got ’em goin’Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Better hope an ambulance is en routePapers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin outI am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and ColumbineAll combine into one, I don’t walk a line, bitch, I run‘Cause we don’t got no time to waste, so come on DenaunThey call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dunThen like a shotgun I’m ready to cock it on ’emLeave these pussies stretched out, like the Octomom
Never had no trouble keepin’ up with the timesI just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi’sWhen they ain’t buttoned up right, I adjust on the flyMiddle fingers, put ’em high, that’s why they call it a bird‘Cause you put it up in the skyAnd I’m like a spider crawlin’ up your spinal columnI’m climbin’ all up the sides of the asylum wallAnd dive in a pile of Tylenol, you’re like a vagina problemTo a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball a fist I will
Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhymingI leave you stymied, that’s why they still vilify me like Bill O’ReillyI’ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019I’m a conniving, when I’m on the mic I’ma standoutLike a lime green wife beater with a knife outI’m a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I’m wearingMe and this game, we got married alreadyHad the prenup ready, fucked on her, should’ve seen her bellyShe barely was three months pregnantBitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Now here’s to LL, Big L and DelK-Solo, Treach and G RapDJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMCEd O.G., and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil DeeKing Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE and BDPYZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapyFrom B-I-G and Paris, Three Times Dope and some we’ll never see, and P-R-TN.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPSWithout him, I don’t know where I’d be
Man, here we goI said that we’d live in the land of criminalMy era, my era, my era so originalUh-uh, I survived it and that’s a miracleAh, man
‘Cause I’m from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourselfLike Ice Cube said, “Before you wreck yourself” (Bitches)Like Wu-Tang said, “You should protect yourself” (Animals)I got ’em goin’Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah