Qone - Dear Eminem Lyrics

Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Em
Hi!
My name is...
Dave
Where do I begin?
I've written and re-written this
Over and over again in my head
But what does One say to the one and only Eminem
I've lost count, of all the tears that I have shed
With each and every word of yours that related
Could have written this note with a pen
Or scribbled it on a piece of loose leaf
Gotten mad when you didn't write back
And took the same route like Stan
Damn, I'm a fan
But the extent of what you've meant
Is much more to me
Slim, I'm gonna switch it up
To a language meant more for us
Kendrick and the rest of the ten percent, Dear Em

Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem

Okay, let me tell you
When I first heard the Slim Shady EP
I couldn't understand how anybody felt you
Being a Puerto Rican from New York
I thought
That these white kids were like crazy, Bellevue!
(Do you like violets?)
I was like... Dr. Dre who's your new patient he look a lil pasty
Bleached blonde hair
With a bigger wigger swag that a bigger nigga wish he coulda had
When I first took my first look at you I mistook you for a halfway crook
Here to try to put a stick up Hip-Hop
But you picked up the ball left by Big and 2Pac
Mister Mathers
Here's a letter in a method never sent rather
I only drank half a fifth with the kids in the van, sir does that matter
Nahh, I'm lying
But there wass this trip to Denver
Back in 2002 when you cleaned out your closet, dude
I felt you, bro, with every verse of hurt, that you belted, yo
Dear Em, Mr. Mathers, Slim, Marshall thank you
Dear Eminem, dear Eminem, dear Eminem
Come on kids, take it away!

Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem
Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Em
I don't worship you and, I'm not your biggest fan
So I won't stake claim to that status, man
As a matter of fact (shit)
I'm 34 almost 35
A grown man rapping to another grown man sick
God dammit, reality is though
Marshall, you saved my life
More than once I, felt lost inside
Owe much to your angst
All the pain aimed at your mom and dad
I think it took me up til today to say thanks and
To get over my own past, so, thanks
I'm here at home bumping this beat writing in the zone
Wonderin if you will ever get the chance to listen to my soul
Peace
Sincerely
Q