Eminem - Lethal Syllables [Lyric]

Описание: Words don’t bleed but they leave you hollow,
A sentence hit harder than a gun you can’t follow,
They smile, then whisper, then twist what you said,
Plant seeds in the crowd, let the rumors spread.
I watched names turn to ash from a single lie,
Social executions, no need to ask why,
Tongues sharp as razors, dipped in disguise,
They don’t pull triggers, they just weaponize.
Every label they slap is a psychological scar,
You don’t die from the hit, you just live subpar,
I survived the talk, the poison debates,
While they overdose daily on the shit they create.

They say words are cheap, that’s a lie they sell,
One phrase can lock you in a personal hell,
I’ve seen love rot from a rumor alone,
Watched trust collapse like a cellular phone.
False prophets preaching with venomous breath,
Turning sentences into a slow-burning death,
They don’t need proof, they don’t need facts,
Just volume and fear and a crowd that reacts.
I spit antidotes, every bar is a cure,
You spit contamination, insecure, impure,
If language is power then check what I wield,
My syllables lethal, your silence is sealed.

You assassinate character, hide your blade,
Then cry when the world treats you the same,
I studied the damage, the patterns, the lies,
How a word can replace a bullet inside.
They call it “talk”, I call it attack,
When you don’t pull the trigger but never retract,
Every “I heard” is a nail in the spine,
Every half-truth another body in time.
I’m done being polite with verbal abuse,
I sharpen the mic, let the lies hang loose,
This isn’t just rap, it’s psychological war,
I don’t kick doors — I erase the floor.

You can’t take words back once they escape,
They live in the minds of the people you break,
You don’t see the wounds but the damage stays,
Nightmares formed from phrases you casually say.
I was built in the fire of whispers and hate,
Every insult forged me, every lie was weight,
Now I flip the script, turn venom to skill,
Every toxic sentence bends under my will.
They tried to end me with stories and doubt,
Now my voice is the one they can’t drown out,
I learned real early what language can do,
So I aim every syllable straight through the truth.

You gossip for sport, I dissect intent,
You talk just to talk, I talk to cement,
Legacies crack from reckless speech,
I teach with damage you never reach.
I don’t scream lies, I whisper facts,
That’s why my echo never collapses back,
You shout for attention, fade by the night,
I carve names in history, permanent strikes.
This mic is a scalpel, I cut through the fake,
Every bar an autopsy, every verse flayed,
You spread infection, I end the disease,
Lethal syllables spoken with surgical ease.

So think before you speak, before you destroy,
A word can end a man, a girl, or a boy,
You don’t need a weapon, just malice and sound,
And a crowd too dumb to question the ground.
I stand in the wreckage your rumors designed,
Still breathing, still sharp, still out of your mind,
If language is lethal then hear this clearly:
I mastered the blade now speak wisely near me.

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