24/7 - TheOtherSide [Credit Due]

[0:20]

And maybe one day, I'll get my calling card

And maybe one day, I'll be a falling star

And maybe one day, I'll retire and be a legend

All they knew when hiring me was, I work 24/7

 

[0:42]

Somethings don't change, man Ill never be different

Call me Rocky, I take all my opponents the distance

Just listen, I work for what I get, shown through statistics

I see it as sadistic, they see it as me going ballistic

You hear a click, on the mic I'm considered a lyrical pitch

You think this is funny, you can go to hell you satiracle bitch

And people can count on me to be there, to put up a willing fight

People can only hear me, but some say that I look ill on sight

Because I'm whiter then a sheet of paper, but god gave me a mic

To spit, people wonder why theres such a fucking fight in him

It's from the inside and to fight it out, it comes from quite within

It's two personalities fighting over me with no sight to end

I could be awake, staring straight at the prey on my dinner plate

I've killed so many people it's like I commit it at a sinner's rate

For a guy whos lost all his life, Im building up to a winners fate

You can't plan for fighting with me, I don't go at a given pace

And you can't find me because I could change and show a different face

 

[1:44]

And maybe one day, I'll get my calling card

And maybe one day, I'll be a falling star

And maybe one day, I'll retire and be a legend

All they knew when hiring me was, I work 24/7

 

[2:03]

I'm a lyrical demon, flying through your mind at supersonic speeds

And I kick ass faster then a combination of Rocky and Adonis Creed

And honestly, Adonis, and the name creed, sounds like an Assasin

I walk up too my foes and pretend to be friendly then back hand em

And my friend got my back the two of us together could form a tandem

Unbreakable, unshakeable, like Batman and Robin, goddamn

The possibilities of what we could do to this industry would kill mcs

Then again, we aren't on the same level, he isn't quite as ill as me

But nobody is, compare others rhymes to me and it seems like little kids

Are fighting me and trying to prove to me their bigger then they size and shit

But all I hear come out the front of there mouth is alot of fucking lies and fits

And his and my wits, combined together could make beating us improbable

Impossible, impassible, or even a battle with us would be untolerable

But it'd be a treat for anyone of the people out there who follow me tho

I've been saying more filfthy lyrics since Eminem released "Cold Wind Blows"