Not Alike chords by Eminem

Eminem ft. Royce Da 5’9

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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
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Yeah

PRE-CHORUS:
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Brain dead, eye drops
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Pain meds, cyclops
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Daybed, iPod
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"May-back", Maybach
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Trainwrecks, sidewalks
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Pay less, high-tops
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K-Fed, iHop
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Playtex, icebox

CHORUS:
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
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Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
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That’s how much we have in common
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We are not alike,
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There’s not a likeness on the mic (yeah!)

VERSE:
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I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
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I do explosions and Molotovs
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Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
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I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
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Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to,
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Feelin’ like the streets need me
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I ain’t gotta dance long as my
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Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy

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I don’t gotta hire goons
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I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
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The sky is blue, the tie is new
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The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
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While these dudes tryna figure out
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How to do a freestyle as fly as me
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I’m confused tryna figure out
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How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G

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Everybody doin’ chick joints
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Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
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’Member everybody used to bite Nickel
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Now everybody doin’ Bitcoin
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We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
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We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
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Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
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On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
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I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
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Find me a brother who’s solid
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To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
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When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
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We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic
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Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follower
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Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff

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Now you’re slippin’,
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Call it a power trip, a product of politics
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Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
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To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
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Knowledge is power, but powerless
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If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
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Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
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Hirin’ strippers, prostitutes retirin’
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We can spit it for ya advance
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I’m fit to be king,
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You’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
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You niggas—

PRE-CHORUS:
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Brain dead, eye drops
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Pain meds, cyclops
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Daybed, iPod
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"May-back", Maybach
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Trainwrecks, sidewalks
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Pay less, high-tops
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K-Fed, iHop
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Playtex, icebox

CHORUS:
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
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Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
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That’s how much we have in common
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We are not alike, there’s not alike us—

VERSE:
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You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
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The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
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But you’re just a wannabe gunna (gang)
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Like you was gonna do somethin’
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Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy)
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And you got juice, lil youngin, you’re buggin’
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You ain’t never even been
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Charged in connection with battery
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Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
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Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
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And gats cock, your partners better tool up
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This has not to do with muscular
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But have guns for sure, you better put a
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Strap on, other words if you’re gonna
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Roll up with your (gang) you’re gon’ need a arsenal
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’Cause this bar is over your head
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So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt)
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Oh, you run the streets, huh?
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Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
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This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
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He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
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So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
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But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne
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If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
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And I’m talkin’ to you,
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But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
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I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
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But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
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I keep on telling motherfuckers
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But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
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Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
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I respond rarely, but this time Shady ’bout to sound off
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Like a fuckin’ cocked semi Glock, demi-god
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Let me put a fucking silencer on this
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Little non-threatening blond fairy
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Cornball takin’ shots at me
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You’re not ready, fool,
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Break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
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Obviously, I’m not gettin’ through
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We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach,
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Lettin’ off like Remy Ma
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Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a harsh child
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Pull a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly
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Only time you’ll ever say I lost
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You’ll be talkin’ ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
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Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
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Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
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Punk, you don’t disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy

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Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
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That I’ll be the most hated, though made it
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So that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
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’Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged ho
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But now those days are over
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I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
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My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
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I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
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Ol? the hoes like with home-made explosives
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I blow eighty holes in you
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Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and
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I’m insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
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I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole
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As they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin’
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I’m double-edge sword it ’cause one place I poke and
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I stick and I turn in a rotatin’ motion
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Invisible with the pen,
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I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
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Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
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I’m fuckin’ these syllables,
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I let them lick on my genitals

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I’m a fucking invincible,
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Indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
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A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
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That you bitches are fuckin’ with, the original
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I can say that me and Nickel are identical, but not us
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The only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
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Otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other
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None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
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Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
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Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster
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Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
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Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster

CHORUS:
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
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Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
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That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
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That’s how much we have in common
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We are not alike, there’s not alike us—
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(Man, fuck this shit, let’s go)