I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus ( It's the curse of the—, it's the curse of the— ) I walk on water ( Shit ) But only when it freezes

so I scrap these As pressure increases like khakis I feel the ice cracking, because—

Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with You're gonna harp, gripe, and That's a hard Vicodin to swallow,

My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as Soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flying trapeze Into the dark I plummet, now the sky's blackening

Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?

I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes ( Fuck )

I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water ( It's true, I'm a Rubik's—, it's true— ) But only when it freezes ( It's true— )

And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished

God's given me all this, still I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded If only they knew, it's a facade and it’s exhaustive

Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless And it always feels like I'm hittin’ the mark 'Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart Like, "This shit is garbage!"

It's the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set

'Cause I'm only human, just like you

Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew

I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do

'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh

It's true, I'm a Rubik's—a beautiful mess

At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest

A flawed human, I guess

But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–

pectations and meet 'em, but first

The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean

He's goin' too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?

There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin' out my palm

Every album song I was spazzin' the fuck out on

And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on

But the only one who's looking down on

Me that matters now's DeShaun

Am I lucky to be around this long?

Begs the question though

Especially after the methadone

As yesterday fades and the Dresden home

Is burnt to the ground and all that's left of my house is lawn

The crowds are gone

And it's time to wash out the blonde

Sales decline,

the curtain's drawn

They're closin' the set, I'm still pokin' my head from out behind

And everyone who has doubt, remind

Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times

Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares

Or gives a fuck about your rhymes

And as I grow outta site, outta mind, I might go outta mine

'Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight

When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?

But when I do fall from these heights though, I'll be fine

I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine

But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around, 'cause—

[Post-Chorus: Beyoncé][Verse 3: Eminem]