Kid Cudi, Eminem – The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady

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Lyrics The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady – Kid Cudi feat. Eminem

Yeah, it’s been a minutes, but I’m back in it
Y’all ain’t dealing with the same boy
Got a little trippy, then I transitioned
New attitude mixed with that pure raw

The night game, your girl called
She like, do me baby, down to get busy, busy
No dice, chill wooday
In life, feeling dizzy

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Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through the late night
Tell ’em it’s the charm, I’m in freeze mode
To the Gods, can’t stop a hero when he in flight
I’m swimming in the light right, go and get you some
Go and show ’em something, this a new thang
Yeah, I let my nuts hang
Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade

Aww, lift off
Can’t stunt a n**ga growth
Better get gone, move along
You don’t wanna trip, wanna get it on
You don’t wanna act, don’t get me wrong
They don’t listen to the words in the song
We ain’t gotta tell ’em, we just getting ready

See ’em fronting, we ain’t kidding
If you want it, you can get it
Members of the rage, come and get you some
Next step’s out of the jet from the lean back
Running ’round the world and we ain’t packed
Hit ’em vroom, vroom
Leave ’em stuck, oh, you seen that
I’m chilling, where the team at
See a black Benz pull up with some jawns
Yeah, I need that
So crazy, can’t believe it
No cams, damn, no filming at all, real n**ga facts

Years ago, rehab
All good, helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain’t loνe that man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story, take you through the dark and the light
God son, got through new
Back up in the world, it’s the day in the life

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Hit the blunt and get it
Raised bars same song, we did it
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your momma down with it
And the game n**ga needed something dirty raw

So if it’s God you believe in
Bob your head and just nod in agreement
They say time’s undefeated
I’ma be the first one who can beat it
I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes
Got a lil’ green, but I don’t do weed
Purp nor lean, that’s Tunechi
That’s New Orleans, f**k drew Brees
Snoop D, O double, that’s two G’s
I probably spent on paper, ooohh wee
Since tuesday probably killed a few trees
But the only one I smoke are the loose leaf

Not high, but I’m your higness
Secretly, you’re my dick, but you haters
are butt hurt bunch of sore hind ends
I was just a poor white kid
Now if rap was b ball, I’d be Jordan like b**ch
You wish you could score like this
Yeah, not even at half court I’d miss
I mouthwash, ’cause if I was on the floor, I’d swish
Flouride swish, but I cannot lie
I got you in my top five worst rappers of all time
I lost my spot, y’all got Alzheim, king of rap Nah
Their words, not mine
King of swear words and not living
You should never compare yours
A toll free number, only way you’ll ever have a hot-line
F**k going on man
Bunch of half wits up in office
Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse
Other half are just pissed off and don’t wanna wear a mask
And they’re just scoffing
And that’s how you end catching the sick off ’em

I just used the same basked as you shopping
Now I’m in a f**king casket from coughing
Always stay ahead of haters, let ’em hate
But never let a traitor penetrate your circle
Seperate yourself from those who try to pull you down
The real ones never stray, it’s sort of like Medusa
That’s how you stay ahead of snakes
Emcees pull out gats, I don’t give a f**k how strapped
You’re gonna out-rap me
I doubt that, please b**ch, I’m a house rat
These raps are ’bout that cheese like mousetraps
Earthlings, I adapt to ’em
Certain things, I don’t want to do but have to
In order to just act human
Like using the bathroom and vacuuming
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too

And I don’t think that’s what they meant by trap music
Running through ink like I’m tattoing
This is Music To Be Murdered By, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugs
That’s is probably why your opinion of me’s high as f**k
And it’s nonstop fury
‘Cause I ain’t holding ’em up like armed robbery
And God’s my jury, so when I die, I’m not worried
Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery
How the f**k is it that so many cops are dirty
Stop man, please, officer, I’m sorry
But I can’t breathe when I got you on top of me
Your goddamn knee’s in my carotid artery

The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim
Yes, who want it with them
The trilogy continues, serving n**gas
Yes, what’s on the menu
Watch ’em panic, hot damn it
Hope you f**kers understand it
The realer for you n**gas
Come and get these scriptures
Rap God
Rager…

➤ Written by Eminem & Kid Cudi
Produced by Dot Da Genius
Kid Cudi | Eminem | 2020

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