Úgy volt hogy szombaton lesz adásban de máig húzódott a dolog....hát hallgassátok Eminemet, Royce-ot, Mr. Portert ahogy nyomják a freestyle-t Tim Westwood rádióműsorában.
De először kezdjük az interjúval....
Első rész:
Második rész, a freestyle és a letöltési linkek a tovább mögött ;)
Második rész:
Innen tölthetitek le a freestyle-t.
És az audió, ha csak hallgatnátok:
Youtube verzió:
UPDATE: rátaláltam Eminem freestyle részeinek a szövegére, úgy gondoltam megosztom veletek...csekkit:
I’m like a white Michael…Vick,
Psycho enough to stick Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rot,
I might make a little Alize with a side of Nyquil
and ride a motorcycle bike through the side of my high school,
Satan’s disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife
and a white diaper liable to shit on you while I snipe you,
So dope he gets opiates what a way to start off his day,
He may just smart off to Dre,
He may be hard to contain ‘cuz his rage is so hard to gauge,
See Hannibal ate his face and then Jason gnawed off his leg,
Amazing hard on for razors and blades and anything sharp,
Even poisonous thoughts it all plays a major part of his game,
Only want em with watermark or affixes will do the trick,
He’s so sick its ridiculous, saw the crazy part off his brain,
He’s still insane, washing blood stains off of his carpet mayne,
There’s some crazy ish going on at Shady’s apartment again…
News flash, I’m still trashed them pills should have killed my ass,
But they didn’t they just made me stronger, it’s like they re-built my ass,
Like the six-million dollar man after the crash, it’s Aftermath bitch,
And my milk glass, is still half-empty, yeah tempt me,
Hell isn’t enough they need to invent somewhere new to send me,
As sick as I’m getting they’ll stick me in a conventional oven
With the Rotisserie setting and won’t even notice me sweating,
Shit I done laid a verse, said some foul shit,
Tried to go back, fix it, fucked around and just made it worse,
Yah I’m back, looking no worse for wear,
Got these haters mad another rip out their hair and start punching the air,
Panties sewn in a bunch, and they can’t function,
It’s Shady and Royce, Fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional pair,
So stop acting like a punk, get up here,
Take a pill out and fall the fuck out, spill your lunch in the chair,
I’ll do a hundred yards dash just to slap Kim Kardash on the ass,
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan’s car crash,
You’ll end up like the passenger of that; don’t be a smart ass,
Yeah laugh while you sit there thinking that he hard part passed,
You ain’t seen pain until leather face flips mayne,
I’ll cut your fucking balls off homie my saws off the chain,
I chop the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs,
And the top half of the torso fucking crawled off, insane!
I ain’t seen that until went to Mike Jack’s,
Took the elephant man’s skull, fucked it and put it right back,
Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nut sack,
Gave him a reach around while I fucked him right in his butt crack,
Naw, I ain’t taking it back faggot, fuck that,
I give a fuck about nothing so here’s where you fucked up at,
Don’t go touching that can man you don’t want to open up that,
Wait a min…ahh shit, Alchemist, cut that.
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