[Chorus: Eminem] That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woah) Up on this mic when we’re on it (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woo) That’s how much we have in common We are not alike, there’s nada like us on the mic (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9″ & Eminem] I don’t do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to, feelin’ like the streets need me (What up?) I ain’t gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy I don’t gotta hire goons I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky’s blue, the tires new The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy Why these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?) I’m confused tryna figure out How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G (Woo!) Everybody doin’ chick joints Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point ‘Member everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin’ Bitcoin We don’t got nothin’ in common (No) We don’t got nothin’ in common (No) Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On ’em uppers-and-downers (Woo) I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas Find me a brother who’s solid To count this shit up and then bust this shit down When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follow or Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Now you slippin’, call it a power trip, a produc’ of politics Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Knowledge is power, but powerless If you’ve got it and you do not acknowledge it Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin’ strippers, prostitute retirin’ We can spit it for your advance I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas—
[Chorus: Eminem] That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woah) Up on this mic when we’re on it (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woo) That’s how much we have in common We are not alike, there’s nada like us—
[Verse 2: Eminem] You say you affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy) The people you run with are thuggin’ (Gang) But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang) Like you was gonna do somethin’ Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (Ayy) And you got juice, lil’ youngin’, you buggin’ You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you ain’t plugged into nothin’ (Ah) Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew) And gat’s cocked, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if you’re gonna Roll up with your (Gang!) you gon’ need a arsenal ‘Cause this bar is over your head So you better—*gun cock*—have arms if you’re gonna pull up (Skrrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanour So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah) But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun And I’m talkin’ to you But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuckers But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady ’bout to sound off Like a fuckin’ cocked semi-Glock Demigod Let me put a fuckin’ silence on this little Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, I’m not getting through We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, lettin’ off like Remy Ma Heavy artille—ry (Yeah! Uh!), Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly Only time you’ll ever say I lost You’ll be talkin’ ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off of ya Better hope I don’t call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city Punk, you don’t disrespect O.G.’s, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That I’d be the most hated, though made it So that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it ‘Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin’ open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I fuck the whole world then I throw ‘way the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives I’ll blow eighty holes in you Don’t make me go in, I O. J. the flows And I’m insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman I’m throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin’ A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimum I’m fuckin’ these syllables, I let ’em lick on my genitals I’m a fuckin’ invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you bitches fuckin’ with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical (‘Dentical)—but not us The only thing we have in common’s I’m a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah)
[Chorus: Eminem] That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woah) Up on this mic when we’re on it (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Yeah) That’s how much we have in common (Woo) That’s how much we have in common We are not alike, there’s nada like us—
