Artist: Eminem Album: Revival Song: Believe Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] And I started from the bottom like a, snowman, ground up like round chuck, and still put hands on you, stayin wound up is how I spend time (get it) sucker free, confidence high Such a breeze when I pen rhymes, I just got the air about me, like wind chimes (yeah) Another day in the life (uhh) used to have to scrape to get by (yeah) Now my community's gated and I made it and my neighbors say hi I'm givin 'em pounds (givin 'em pounds) I'm upscale now Guess it means I'm way in the sky (heh) But I still remember the days of, minimum wage for, general labor Welfare recipient since a minor, look at how government assistance has major/made ya Adversity, if at first you don't succeed, put your temper to more use cause, bein broke's a poor excuse That should only give you more fuel, show 'em why you're you So close, God it's like I, almost got it, but close only counts in time bombs and horseshoes So I Unabomb shit (tick tick tick) no remorse (pew) screw it, I'm lit And that attitude, I blew up on quick That's why they call me firecracker, I grew up on WIC (wick-wick-wick) with a short fuse! ... I got some important news to report to Anyone who thought I was done, nah bitch, not quite Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours? [Chorus: Eminem] Do you still BELIEVE... in me? Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see? I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now and walk out, I will never let you live it down (I'll never quit) Do you still BELIEVE... in me? [Eminem] Man I know sometimes, these thoughts can, be harsh and cold as ice To me they're just ink blots, I just fling 'em like slingshots and so precise So you might wanna think it over twice, when you retards can roll the dice But beef will at least cost you your career cause even my cheap shots are overpriced ... But this middle finger's free as a bird Nuke warhead-ed, birth, hugest forehead on, Earth Too short for the, verse, studied, his formula, learned how to, incorporate a, curse, point it, towards corporate A-merica! Stick a fork in and, turn cause four-letter, words are, more better, heard The world force-fed a, turd, to me, you're getting yours! .. But sometimes I overdo it But I just get so into it, I was there consoling you when no one knew it When your situation showed no improvement, I was that door, you walked over to it I'm the light at the end of tunnel so people are always lookin at me as they're goin through it When that tunnel vision is unclear shit becomes too much to bear Since "Cleanin' Out My Closet" when I was havin trouble with the snare I'm that unrealistic prayer, answered And I'ma get you jacked (up) like you're tryna fix a flat (uh) when you struggle with despair That double-fisted, bare-knuckles coupled with this pair of nuts I'm cuppin, I am your fuckin switch, nothin can compare [Chorus] [Eminem] Started from the, bottom like a, snowman Oh man, put that in your, corncob pipe and, smoke that But my battery's low, I'ma need a boost to my pack And I know that I always got Proof at my back, I called you "Proof" because I knew for a fact My ace in the hole - homie I'm callin on you cause I think I'm slowly startin to, lose faith in it so, give me that apron and mo- -tivation to go, Hussein with the flow, fake fans left you two-faced at the show Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul, layin vocals two days in a row True statement, hate to go down this road but there's only one route to cross this bridge So I walk in this bitch with loose change cause all my dues paid but this booth's takin its toll But it's never, too late to start a new beginnin That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon' do? Use the tools you're given! Or you're gon' use the cards you're dealt as an excuse for you to not do shit with 'em? I used to play the loser victim, 'til I saw the way Proof was driven I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets, fanny packs, hourglasses If time was on my side I'd still have none to waste Man, in my younger days, that dream was so much fun to chase It's like I run in place while this shit dangled in front of my face But how do you keep up the pace and the hunger pains once you've won the race? When that duel exhaust is coolin off cause you don't got nothin left to prove at all Cause you done already hit 'em with the coup de grāce Still you feel the NEED, to go full tilt, that Bruce Willis, that "Blue Steel" That true skill, when that wheel's loose, I won't lose will Do you still BELIEVE?