‘6 In The Morning’
You could hardly be indifferent to D12’s ‘ 6 In The Morning ‘. The D12 soldiers are ready to fight, more offensive than ever. Eminem introduces the song and he is determined more than ever to puch his assaillants’ face with his powerful words.
He and his crew can spit. His opponents can’t.
Eminem brings you back to the rules of rap music :
‘Maybe I’m old fashioned but my passion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I’d much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I’m pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get’s took on the mic
Cause I’m tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I’m pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!’
The biggest trick in rapping is to smash people without getting slapped (verbally). You gotta be offensive in the way you spread your words. You enemy has to be weakened and unable to attack you in a powerful way.
The rythm of the whole song sounds like a warning for an upcoming fight.
Eminem can spit. His lyrics are offensive and well written because the talented MC knows the power of the words he uses at the right moment.
It would be really hard to beat the best battle MC.
And when he says: ‘I’m the beautiful-est thing and you gonna miss me when I’m gone’, I do realize how much people would miss him if he decided to quit the rap game.
Some conservative people still consider Eminem as a big threat and haven’t realized yet that his attacks come from a pencil, not from a pistol.
Swifty Mc Veigh targets the media who picture him as a ‘beef starter’. But the common rule in rap is also to separate the truth from the entertainment. So please don’t get mas when Swifty states:
‘Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it’s hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I’m walkin gloves with a shotgun…’
As soon as D12 gets some praise from the media, the group also gets a lot of negative criticism from intolerant people who picture them as a symbol of society’s decay.
But the D12 crew is well known for speaking its mind. Kuniva claims it: no metaphors to say ‘I don’t like you’:
“No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say “fuck you bitch, and I don’t like you, WHAT!”
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can’t self destruct
I’ve never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life…”
You’d better be careful and watch your mouth, because Kon Artis may shoot you. Lyrically, of course.[Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!
For whatever it’s worth it’s worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I’ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can’t get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can’t stand it
Cause we can and they can’t spit (Haawk)
And they can’t handle it like a man
And that’s when it just happens
And I snap and it’s a wrap, and it’s a scrap an then it isn’t crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn’t a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I’m old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I’d much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I’m pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get’s took on the mic
Cause I’m tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I’m pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I’m the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I’m gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain’t leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don’t know the words an you can’t sing along an
Fake like you know ’em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it’s hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I’m walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain’t concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I’ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain’t about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season’s greetins
Either that or we’ll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a ‘E’ just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won’t even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain’t leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don’t know the words an you can’t sing along an
Fake like you know ’em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don’t like us
But so what this beef is like
‘What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?’
I can see that he’s just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I’m seeing guts
I don’t need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don’t like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say “fuck you bitch, and I don’t like you, WHAT!”
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can’t self destruct
I’ve never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
[Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I’m awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can’t take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G’s
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can’t believe you speaking on movin key’s
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain’t leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don’t know the words an you can’t sing along an
Fake like you know ’em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an