Don't Front Lyrics - Eminem

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest 

Pencil is full of insolent bullets 

I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott' 

Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken 

I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented 

Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me 

The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit 

So to not see him with me would be a shocking image 

And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is 

Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it 

And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics 

Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish 

Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope 

But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this 

And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up 

In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it 

And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow 

You won't find anywhere, when it fires and I unload my pen explodes 

'til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time 

Let insults fly every sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it 

In school I was so shy, timid 

Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member 

Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new 

St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted 

But kissed them old days, adios, I did it 

They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic 

Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no argument 

Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front 

You know I got you open, kid, don't front 

You know I got you open, word, don't front 

You know I got you open, kid, yo why you fronting? 

You know I got you open, kid 

Rest in peace to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me 

Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me 

I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete 

I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet 

I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne 

Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone 

I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me 

No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat 

From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat 

I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit 

Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat 

Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine 

It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown 

Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show- 

-case with Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?" 

Never asked you like my shit from the get 

I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch 

You had you a nice run, now take a hike 

I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first 

Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers 

The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking 

Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not? 

You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot 

Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down 

Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud 

They jerked me around so what's up now? 

Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like 

Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front 

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write 

Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe 

But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak 

I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe 

It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight 

Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting 

This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once 

I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny 

My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money 

But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle from me 

Oh shit, I'm down on one knee 

I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey 

From boy to man, and still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland 

I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars 

I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band 

No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met 

Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose 

Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show 

(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it) 

You can't take it, oh 

Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow 

But convince me you've heard 

An MC since me who's as good with the fucking mincing of words 

Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve 

Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn 

It'll be like my skin being Indian burned 

Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you learn? 

Never been served if memory serves 

I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words 

You know I got you open kid, stop fronting 

You know I got you open, Word Life 

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