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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
Polina
Polina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
David Brook
David Brook
Songwriter
Polina Goudieva
Polina Goudieva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true I'll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? 'Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school, I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalkin' up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin' To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to Be noticed 'cause I'm cryin' and sobbin' I had a bad day at school, so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker 'Cause he said that I eye-balled him And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from (yeah) all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words 'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin' 'Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don't give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin'? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!" Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome 'Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins 'Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin' 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my- This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Writer(s): Emile Haynie, David Brook, Polina Goudieva, Mathers Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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