Seek and you shall find

Find Shady tell him, sell him my crazy penI′ll spray my ink up to heaven, sell my soul to the devil

Even keeled, on the level, I got talent you can't measure

If my fuckin′ words a jewel, then this loose leaf is my treasure

Act One, Aitchison, all boys school, son you think I'm a get my bum rushed

By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt

Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun

And then you'll run sayin′ you′re just having fun

Why the hell you pickin' on me like a bunch of fuckin′ punks

The only weapon I got is my pen, ink's my spunk

Yeah come round now and touch my ′ junk cunt

I'm the tzar of the alphabet, I′m the caliph of language

You'ld think I rule Google from my evil sandpit

Or make you lose your minds like a fuckin' chicken sandwich

Disrupting industry, creating voids and schisms

I′m the master of lyricism, its my wordy mysticism

No more redacting any motherfuckin′ cynicism

That's why every single line I′ve ever hollered or written

Is worth a lot more to me than a million dollars or dirhams hah

You see Slim, you need deets Slim

I smoke weed, drink the vodka, pop pills and overspeed Slim

I come from a country where we got plenty to eat Slim

If you're corrupt, hooked up, else you stay hungry and bleed Slim

We dodge bombs and bullets, and that′s daily Slim

We don't need to hurt bitches, we honour kill ladies Slim

Minorities get violated, and that′s from the police Slim

It's a dangerous country, nuked up to our ears Slim

Colonized, occupied, modified, compromised

Terrified, ostracized, ain't telling lies

What rappers say in songs we live it all day long

But that′s just real life up in the East Slim

Before you think my origin′s my Achilles heel Slim

I ain't got no fuckin′ problem being a Paki Slim

In a world of Islamophobia, immigration officers watch over ya

I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin

I′m wheatish, it's time for the reapin′

So ain't no other place I'd rather be in

Atleast I call it being

Got no need to creep in

Just jump right off the deep end

No other language or accent I′d rather speak Slim

Cos I follow your footsteps, oh adversity Slim

Ignored and blackballed by those who hold the keys Slim

Fuck obscurity, I′ll yell obscenities, make enemies and melodies

While I forge an identity Slim

Find Shady thank him, rank and file, baby stand up

Raise the 21 guns in the air, go on blast 'em

An army of Stans, marching all across the land

Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song′s the only way for me to talk to you

Cos you're the king of hip hop

I′m crazy and dying for you

You said it takes time to hit your radar you're so far away

Here′s me trying to get on your Gaydar, turn your gaze this way

Maybe my pen and nib will rouse your Ken Kaniff

Should I find my Kim, see if that chick can swim

Will she float or sink, when I make her wear cement shoes

And put the bitch in the drink

You bet I'm better than that

I'll bite the bullet in fact

I′ll even swallow bitter pills to keep my sanity intact

I know my vanity′s whack, but if a slag gives me trouble

She'll know I′ll be back with an axe

And then I'll slash and attack

Hack off body limbs and stuff them in a polyethylene bag

Oops cant do that now I got Greta on my back

Gonna have to get an eco-friendly organic hemp rucksack

And a sailboat in exchange for my maybach

So I′ll escape in your words and into the music you make

It's absurd I hang on to every thing that you say

I was there in Abu Dhabi the night you took the stage

My girl passed out with the heat, Shady why were you late

Was it just alchemists cake, or did Flash make a mistake

Was the crowd going cray, or maybe I′m just insane

But then you came on, stayed on, sang your songs and you were gone

Hey, did you see me looking at you straight in the eye

Shady tell me why, why can't I sing by your side

Cos when I met up with Rosenberg, and Neil took our picture

I said I wish you would make me your side bitch, no issue

But that didn't happen so I prayed to Vishnu,

Sang a hymn to him too, and I′m not even a hindu

And continued to write this song in the hope it would reach you

See Slim, I can either beseech you, or I can either besiege you

You choose

Cos I′m woke and baked

I hacked the mainframe

Unplugged from the matrix

Now snowflakes of hundred genders

Can lick my dick as long as they remember

I'm the candy that′s never ever soft and tender

I cum in the mouth and not in the hand

The fucking repeat offender, and now i'm doing it again

Like you Eminem, I don′t subscribe to the general milleu

Even God, my father or my boss can't tell me what to do

Find Shady grab him, shove my mix tape up his ass

And have him prep my Shady contract, for the feature and collab

Don′t need an army of these lawyers, represent myself in fact

I'll annotate those fucking clauses, Paul review and send it back

Act three. Yo Slim you think you see me

Sleight of pen, hocus pocus you think I'll get my hair bleached

You think I need to clean off my mama′s spaghetti

Just trying my hand at this rap thing′s messy

The Monkey got me in my cups

I know that things are looking up

No label but, I'm still the creator, still in control

So low on the ladder that I′m still looking up

I imagine, labels fighting over me like I'm a chicken sandwich

Strong to the finish ′cos I eats me spinach

Wears me Andrex, smells good, hard dick, clean shaven, nice hair

Good strong handshake

Sometimes I think maybe my dad should have ran out

That silver spoon had me living in a bubble

Maybe I should have lived on handouts

Maybe I should have been born with a little bit of motherfuckin' struggle

Maybe I shouldn′t have resultantly

Been a management consultant

See, thats the hand that was dealt to me

And I'm not gonna complain about my lack of sufferance

But I'd put it away in a second just to make a hit record

Dre′s new nuclear weapon always at your service

Sign on the dotted line, hit the big red button

But it ain′t easy Marshall cos the bar is set high

And even though I think I'm fly I′m just trying to get by

I'm trying to flow but I′m still stuck on this page

And it fills me with rage enough to put the pen away

And then when your songs come on I come back out to play

But behind your bars, I'm simply stuck in a cage

No light hits the forest floor under the canopy growth

And you might slowly go crazy under the shadow of Shady

But if I hatch a motherfuckin′ dream

To catch a motherfuckin' beam

Maybe I'll do something to amaze me.

Can I imitate the greatest limiter

Will I lose will with a broken spirit or

Will I reel it in with an ill hook

And slay the industry with my lyrical scimitar

Tiptoe outside around your perimeter

Enter your house make you a prisoner

Put cider vinegar in your conditioner

Jerk off into your hair thickener

Make your hair stand perpendicular

Like when Diaz took the jizz from a spent Stiller

Redecorate like a feng shui practitioner

And make Lord Jamar a temporary visitor

Is Kim around can I tickle her ass with a feather

What the fuck did you just say

Uh I said particularly nasty weather

Oh yeah it′s stormy outside

The hue and cry of the Antichrist

The devils child

The fight between the wrong and right

The end is nigh

Hip-hops Armageddon needs a Messiah

We need a new riot

Hell yeah I′ll be that guy

You killed the rap devil and that's no mean feat

But to defeat the rap beast you′ll need me

So watch the second coming from a front row seat

Cos Jesus came straight outta the middle east

Find shady fuck him, got me stumped and in a rut

Cos he's the king of rap and hip hop, I′m a jester fucking up

Maybe I'll grovel at his feet, attend to him around the clock

Maybe I′ll let him throw food at me, let him make me suck his cock

Act four, the crystal ball shows what the future has in store

Sold my soul, achieved all my goals

And I'm surrounded by propofol

Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes

Telling me my shits lit when my shits shit

I got bills bills bills, what can I still shill

Wine, smokes, sneakers, cars, books, hoodies, dreams

Pills, pills, pills

Wheres my Scottie the hottie

She made it back from that party

I saw her hitting that Molly

And then she went crazy on me

She threw the red wine upon me

Then she complained about me

See how the white whine about me

Thrown out just cos I'm naughty

But where the fuck is she hiding

Or who the fuck is she riding

Is she drying her fucking tears

In the arms of a Saudi

I swear I′ll kill that bitch if she decides to ever cheat on me

Lemme check in the bath will I find her cold lifeless body

Eureka, another overdose I see

I got plenty more to touch their toes for me

Mighty hoes are sinkin′ their hooks in me

Dose up on some of that pure white and green

And get a close up of that dozey look on me

I got sold out shows, fortune grows and grows

As I row and row merrily down the stream

And now Bozza's writing the book on me

It was just a mixtape

It was just a piss take

Just a risk take

Man what a fucking mistake

When lyrical wisdom gets captivated by business

They call it Stockholm syndrome

The love is real but fake

I do chemsex, party and play

G on, cuddle puddles

Elon′s Hall of Shame

Shady what can I say

This is for never telling me how to stay grounded

Surrounded by family

No paparazzi hounding

Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck

Now I'm fucking sitting two hours away from my fucking death

This is for telling me I could do anything I put my mind to

This is for selling me dreams I could get behind

This should be a crime dude it don′t make sense

Marshall this is a motherfuckin' penal offense

Maybe we shoulda never been friends

Time to pay for all your sins

Goodbye Eminem, this is the end

Find Shady kill em, spill his guts into the sink

I think I′ll let him bleed a bit, and maybe slit his throat for kicks

Display his death mask on my mantle, sell off inches of his skin

I'll send Shady down to Hades, make him pay for all his sins