Not Alike Guitar Chords & Lyrics sung by Eminem ft. Royce Da 59
Singer :- Eminem ft. Royce Da 59
Album :- Kamikaze
Genre :- Pop
Year :-2018
Lyricist :- Tay Keith, Ronny J
Language :-English
Tempo :- 70
Time signature :- 4/4
Scale :- Am
Suggested Strumming :- D UUD UUD
(Am)Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up. Yeah
(Am)Brain dead, eye drops. Pain meds, cyclops
(Am)They bed, iPod. Maybach, my bach
(Am)Trainwrecks, sidewalks. Pay less, high-tops
(Am)K-Fed, iHop. Playtex, ice spots
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
(Am)I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
(Am)I do explosions and Molotovs
(Am)Y’all blowing smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
(Am)I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
(Am)Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
(Am)I ain’t gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
(Am)I don’t gotta hire goons, I’d rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
(Am)The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
(Am)While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
(Am)I’m confused trying to figure out how to do Capri styles and Mya G
(Am)Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
(Am)Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
(Am)We don’t got nothing in common (no)
(Am)We don’t got nothing in common (no)
(Am)Y’all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
(Am)I’m into stuff like doubling commas
(Am)Find me a brother who’s solid
(Am)To count the shit up, then bust the shit down
(Am)When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
(Am)We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking colonic
(Am)Selling your cock and your butt for a follower
(Am)Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
(Am)Now you’re slipping, call it a power trip
(Am)A product of politics
(Am)Y’all went from profit and topping the charts
(Am)To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
(Am)Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
(Am)Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
(Am)Hiring strippers, prostitutes retiring
(Am)We can spit it for ya it vans
(Am)I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in prince pants
(Am)You niggers—
(Am)Brain dead, eye drops
(Am)Pain meds, cyclops
(Am)They bed, iPod
(Am)Maybach, my bach
(Am)Trainwrecks, sidewalks
(Am)Payless, high-tops
(Am)K-Fed, iHop
(Am)Playtex, ice spots
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us
(Am)You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
(Am)The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
(Am)But you’re just a wanna be gunner (gang)
(Am)Like you was gonna do something
(Am)Acting like you catching bodies (ayy)
(Am)And you got juice, lil youngin’, you’re bugging
(Am)You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain’t plugged in nothing
(Am)Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom)
(Am)But have guns for sure, you better pull up
(Am)Strap on, in other words if you’re a Gunner
(Am)Roll up with your (gang)
(Am)You’re gon’ need a Arsenal
(Am)Cause this bar is over your head
(Am)So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrt)
(Am)Oh, you run the streets, huh?
(Am)Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
(Am)This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
(Am)He wants to keep up
(Am)His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
(Am)Decides to team up with Nina
(Am)But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
(Am)And I’m talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
(Am)I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
(Am)But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
(Am)I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
(Am)Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
(Am)I respond, rarely but this time Shady ’bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
(Am)Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
(Am)You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
(Am)Obviously, I’m not getting through
(Am)We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
(Am)Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
(Am)Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre’s belly
(Am)Only time you’ll ever say, I lost
(Am)You’ll be talking ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
(Am)Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
(Am)Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
(Am)Punk, you don’t disrespect OG’s, R.I.P. Prodigy
(Am)Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that
(Am)I’ll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
(Am)There’s no shame, it’s okay to own it ’cause life is a bitch, it’s a bow-legged hoe
(Am)But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
(Am)My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
(Am)I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
(Am)Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
(Am)Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and I’m insult to injury
(Am)They both hate to choke and my hoe play the [??] (Am)And I double-edge sworded ’cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion
(Am)Invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
(Am)At minimal, I’m fucking these syllables
(Am)I let them lick on my genitals
(Am)I’m a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
(Am)I spit the formiddable, that you’re bitches are fucking with the original
(Am)I can say that me and Nickel are identical
(Am)But not us, the only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
(Am)Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
(Am)None comes close to
(Am)Skunk, bug, soldier
(Am)Tongue, shrub, shoulder
(Am)One month older
(Am)Sponge, mob, colder
(Am)None, rug , hoaster
(Am)Lug, nut, coaster
(Am)Lung, jug roaster
(Am)Young Thug poster
(Am)Unplugged toaster
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic
(Am) (Man, fuck this shit; let’s go)
CHORDS OF NOT ALIKE
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| Not Like You by Eminem Feat. Royce DA 59 |
Album :- Kamikaze
Genre :- Pop
Year :-2018
Lyricist :- Tay Keith, Ronny J
Language :-English
Tempo :- 70
Time signature :- 4/4
Scale :- Am
Suggested Strumming :- D UUD UUD
(Am)Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up. Yeah
(Am)Brain dead, eye drops. Pain meds, cyclops
(Am)They bed, iPod. Maybach, my bach
(Am)Trainwrecks, sidewalks. Pay less, high-tops
(Am)K-Fed, iHop. Playtex, ice spots
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
(Am)I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
(Am)I do explosions and Molotovs
(Am)Y’all blowing smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
(Am)I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
(Am)Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
(Am)I ain’t gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
(Am)I don’t gotta hire goons, I’d rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
(Am)The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
(Am)While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
(Am)I’m confused trying to figure out how to do Capri styles and Mya G
(Am)Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
(Am)Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
(Am)We don’t got nothing in common (no)
(Am)We don’t got nothing in common (no)
(Am)Y’all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
(Am)I’m into stuff like doubling commas
(Am)Find me a brother who’s solid
(Am)To count the shit up, then bust the shit down
(Am)When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
(Am)We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking colonic
(Am)Selling your cock and your butt for a follower
(Am)Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
(Am)Now you’re slipping, call it a power trip
(Am)A product of politics
(Am)Y’all went from profit and topping the charts
(Am)To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
(Am)Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
(Am)Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
(Am)Hiring strippers, prostitutes retiring
(Am)We can spit it for ya it vans
(Am)I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in prince pants
(Am)You niggers—
(Am)Brain dead, eye drops
(Am)Pain meds, cyclops
(Am)They bed, iPod
(Am)Maybach, my bach
(Am)Trainwrecks, sidewalks
(Am)Payless, high-tops
(Am)K-Fed, iHop
(Am)Playtex, ice spots
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us
(Am)You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
(Am)The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
(Am)But you’re just a wanna be gunner (gang)
(Am)Like you was gonna do something
(Am)Acting like you catching bodies (ayy)
(Am)And you got juice, lil youngin’, you’re bugging
(Am)You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain’t plugged in nothing
(Am)Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom)
(Am)But have guns for sure, you better pull up
(Am)Strap on, in other words if you’re a Gunner
(Am)Roll up with your (gang)
(Am)You’re gon’ need a Arsenal
(Am)Cause this bar is over your head
(Am)So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrt)
(Am)Oh, you run the streets, huh?
(Am)Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
(Am)This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
(Am)He wants to keep up
(Am)His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
(Am)Decides to team up with Nina
(Am)But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
(Am)And I’m talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
(Am)I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
(Am)But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
(Am)I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
(Am)Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
(Am)I respond, rarely but this time Shady ’bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
(Am)Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
(Am)You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
(Am)Obviously, I’m not getting through
(Am)We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
(Am)Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
(Am)Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre’s belly
(Am)Only time you’ll ever say, I lost
(Am)You’ll be talking ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
(Am)Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
(Am)Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
(Am)Punk, you don’t disrespect OG’s, R.I.P. Prodigy
(Am)Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that
(Am)I’ll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
(Am)There’s no shame, it’s okay to own it ’cause life is a bitch, it’s a bow-legged hoe
(Am)But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
(Am)My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
(Am)I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
(Am)Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
(Am)Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and I’m insult to injury
(Am)They both hate to choke and my hoe play the [??] (Am)And I double-edge sworded ’cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion
(Am)Invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
(Am)At minimal, I’m fucking these syllables
(Am)I let them lick on my genitals
(Am)I’m a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
(Am)I spit the formiddable, that you’re bitches are fucking with the original
(Am)I can say that me and Nickel are identical
(Am)But not us, the only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
(Am)Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
(Am)None comes close to
(Am)Skunk, bug, soldier
(Am)Tongue, shrub, shoulder
(Am)One month older
(Am)Sponge, mob, colder
(Am)None, rug , hoaster
(Am)Lug, nut, coaster
(Am)Lung, jug roaster
(Am)Young Thug poster
(Am)Unplugged toaster
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
(Am)Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
(Am)That’s how much we have in common
(Am)We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic
(Am) (Man, fuck this shit; let’s go)
CHORDS OF NOT ALIKE
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