In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter

My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up

An arsenic writer, author with arthritis

Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis

Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded

Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache, I'm sick

Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted,

There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it

So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,

It's gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,

And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling

When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling

I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready,

'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's?) pot belly

This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running

So get off me, I'm not slowing or softening

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,

You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,

'Till I get a call that God's coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny

I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,

No apologies,

Verse 2:

My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow

I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows

But these cellos help just to keep me mellow

Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows

I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over

These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me

I keep sayin' it - I can’t stress it enough,

So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs

I choke mics like asphyxiation,

While I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' (ha-ha)

Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,

'Till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,

'Till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation

44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,

And if that's the case then..

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,

You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,

'Till I get a call that God's coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny

I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,

No apologies

Verse 3:

This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc,

It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it

And if his skills mastered,

He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a, real MC

Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly,

You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me,

Then expect a longer life expectancy,

I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me

Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,

So I’m warning you, don’t coax me

It’s silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing,

Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be, fooled,

The press blows up this whole thing - it's stupid,

They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded,

All they did was ballooned it

I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,

That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'

And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin',

And you too you can..

Outro:

Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC,

This is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat

So expect no apologies

Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC,

This is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat

So expect no apologies

No Apologies歌词

Eminem

简介： 埃米纳姆Eminem世界流行说唱天王音乐制作人及演员他在1998年签约至所属的Aftermath唱片公司1996年发行个人首张专辑Infinite1999年发行个人第二张专辑The Slim Shad

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter

My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up

An arsenic writer, author with arthritis

Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis

Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded

Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache, I'm sick

Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted,

There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it

So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,

It's gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,

And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling

When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling

I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready,

'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's?) pot belly

This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running

So get off me, I'm not slowing or softening

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,

You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,

'Till I get a call that God's coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny

I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,

No apologies,

Verse 2:

My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow

I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows

But these cellos help just to keep me mellow

Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows

I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over

These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me

I keep sayin' it - I can’t stress it enough,

So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs

I choke mics like asphyxiation,

While I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' (ha-ha)

Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,

'Till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,

'Till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation

44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,

And if that's the case then..

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,

You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me

No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,

No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,

'Till I get a call that God's coming

No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny

I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,

No apologies

Verse 3:

This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc,

It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it

And if his skills mastered,

He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a, real MC

Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly,

You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me,

Then expect a longer life expectancy,

I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me

Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,

So I’m warning you, don’t coax me

It’s silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing,

Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be, fooled,

The press blows up this whole thing - it's stupid,

They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded,

All they did was ballooned it

I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,

That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'

And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin',

And you too you can..

Outro:

Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC,

This is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat

So expect no apologies

Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC,

This is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat

So expect no apologies