Not Alike Lyrics - Eminem

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 

Yeah 

Brain dead, eye drops 

Pain meds, cyclops 

They bed, iPod 

Maybach, my bach 

Trainwrecks, sidewalks 

Pay less, high-tops 

K-Fed, iHop 

Playtex, ice spots 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 

Up on this mic, we were on it 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (woo!) 

That's how much we have in common 

We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) 

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I don't do Jordans and Audemars 

I do explosions and Molotovs 

Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed 

I blow the smoke from the car exhaust 

Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah) 

I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy 

I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely 

The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy 

While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me 

I'm confused trying to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G? 

Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point 

Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin 

We don't got nothing in common (no) 

We don't got nothing in common (no) 

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Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!) 

I'm into stuff like doubling commas 

Find me a brother who's solid 

To count the shit up, then bust the shit down 

When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down 

We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani 

Selling your cock and your butt for a follower 

Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff 

Now you're slipping, call it a power trip 

A product of politics 

Y'all went from profit and topping the charts 

To dropped in the park in a pile of shit 

Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it 

Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it 

Hiring strippers, prostitutes retiring 

We can spit it for ya it Vans 

I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince pants 

You niggas— 

Brain dead, eye drops 

Pain meds, cyclops 

They bed, iPod 

Maybach, my bach 

Trainwrecks, sidewalks 

Payless, high-tops 

K-Fed, iHop 

Playtex, ice spots 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 

Up on this mic, we we're on it 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (woo!) 

That's how much we have in common 

We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) 

You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy) 

The people you run with are fucking (gang) 

But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) 

Like you was gonna do something 

Acting like you catching bodies (ayy) 

And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging 

You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing 

Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom) 

And gats cock, your partners better tool up 

This has not to do with muscular 

But have guns for sure, you better put up 

Strap on, in other words if you're a gunner 

Roll up with your (gang) 

You're gon' need a arsenal 

'Cause this bar is over your head 

So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt) 

Oh, you run the streets, huh? 

Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? 

This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself 

He wants to keep up 

It's tough to me now, so he does a feature 

Decides to team up with Nina 

But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun 

And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly 

I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss 

But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie 

I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot 

Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly 

I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock 

Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me 

You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew 

Obviously, I'm not getting through 

We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma 

Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell 

Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly 

Only time you'll ever say, I lost 

You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy 

Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick 

Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city 

Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy 

Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier 

There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe 

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over 

My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion 

I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan 

Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you 

Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury 

Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt 

They both hate to choke and my hoe play the soak 

And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion 

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in 

At minimal, I'm fucking these syllables 

I let them lick on my genitals 

I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable 

I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the original 

I can say that me and Nickel are identical 

But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck 

Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other 

None comes close to 

Skunk, bug, solider 

Tongue, shrub, shoulder 

One mother older 

Sponge, mob, colder 

None, rug, hoaster 

Lug, nut, coaster 

Lung, jug roaster 

Young Thug poster 

Unplugged toaster 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (whoa!) 

Up on this mic, we were on it (yeah) 

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) 

That's how much we have in common (woo!) 

That's how much we have in common 

We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic 

(Man, fuck this shit; let's go)