Aftermath takeover is officially here. The highly anticipated collaboration between Dr. Dre and Eminem is officially out! Dr. Dre feat. Eminem – “Gospel” official audio is now available on YouTube.

The surprise music drop has some divine bars. Dre’s production and Marshall’s delivery are simply top-notch. The music audio has been uploaded from the YouTube channel named, Music HQ that has got mere 1.75K subscribers.

Gospel official audio has got to be the breakthrough of the aforementioned channel. It’s subscriber count ought to skyrocket from 1.75K to hundreds of thousands of subscribers. Fans are going wild over the comments section. One user highlighted Em’s self-proclamatory god-like bars.

“If I don’t have faith in me, it basically makes me an atheist.”

Recognizable from a recently surfaced snippet, the track features Dr. Dre and Eminem effortlessly trading lines over Dr. Dre’s confident production. Dre starts the first verse and the pair nails the chorus part simultaneously. Here’s the entire lyrics:

[Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
C’mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever [?])
Alright (Check, check, check, check, check)
Get ’em![Verse 1: Dr. Dre & ?]
Cut ’em undercover, timeless
Ready for ’em, progress
Feelin’ like I’m just gettin’ started
Two shots back for my dearly departed(Uh)
You are now dealin’ with a monster
Boss sh*t, profits
Doc Dre, bitch, I’m a prophet
Black Wall Street, n***** know where the stock is (Heh)
Try me, n***** never see me, but it ain’t hard to find me (Heh)
Unwinding, sh*t’s blinding, still grinding, up rising (Agh)
Stop talking ’bout the past, I’m the future, n**** (Agh)
N**** like me, still here, motherfu*ker, go figure
Lookin’ for my next gold digger
This summer here gon’ be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, n****, what? Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I’m about to sum it up
This sh*t here that problem, livin’ at the bottom of a bottle
“Full throttle,” my motto (Eh)
Fu*kin’ with me like fu*kin’ with the Lotto
That awful, in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I’m a need all that pronto[Chorus: ?, Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Yes I, yes I, yes I
Ride ’till I die
Give a fu*k if you bitches die
Put a motherfu*king hole in your face
Back up bitch, don’t even try
I am that motherfu*ker, been the coldest
Why you on that, no one know us
Overdosed [?] what dope is
(Yeah)
Hip-Hop sh*t sell better than the coke did[Verse 2: Eminem]
Like a satanic cult
It’s an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (Yeah)
You’re fu*king with the original, flow’s sick
And anybody can get it, COVID
Fu*k with that?
I done wrote sh*t that was so sharp I could slit my own fu*king throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I’m about as approachable as a roach is
Yeah, so better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We are on another tier like a tear duct’s upper echelon (Yeah)
Your career suck (What?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)
Like a fu*kin’ leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)
You’re slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you’re Kellogg’s
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you’re a fake bitch (Bitch)
I could spot you like you ’bout to weight lift (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m badder than cake mix
(But, I) Can’t be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias, and God is my alias
So if I don’t have faith in me, then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo) Nate Diaz got the world by the trachea
It’s in a chokehold and a sleeper (Yeah)
And me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)
We’re both in our lab coats like retrievers
But, like a doberman, I’m a whole different breeder (What?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)
Oh, you’re the king of rap? You’re about to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
At least you can end up comin’ to blows like a weiner (Hahah)
But, I ain’t finish puttin’ these hoes through the ringer (Nah)
Like clothes in between the two roll is a weight
Know, what I’m in is flow, interwoven, I treat ’em like thread (Why?)
That’s how I wound up sewin’ machine up
So, fu*ks if you don’t give up me the time to ride or die (Yeah)
’cause you’re either both or you’re neither (Yeah)
Throw a middle finger up if you’re rollin’ (Yeah)
But, me, I’m gonna—[Chorus: ? & Dr. Dre]
Yes I, yes I, yes I
Ride ’till I die
Give a fu*k if you bitches die
Put a motherfu*king hole in your face
Back up bitch, don’t even try
I am that motherfu*ker, been the coldest
Why you on that, no one know us
Overdosed [?] what dope is

Hip-Hop sh*t sell better than the coke did

Eminem finally spits fire bars in the second verse. He’s is always out there outdoing himself, outdoing his last verse. The iconic duo was truly missed over the years. Finally the fans are treated with a track to put on loop.

What’s your take on this story? Sound off in the comments!

Tags: Eminem
Gunjan Nath

In search of simplicity and inner peace, Gunjan is basically a guy soldiering through his paranoia. You could say Art, Witty/Dark Humor, Movies, Anime, Post-rock/Black Metal/Hip-Hop/Shoegaze Music, Football, Creative Writing, Photography, Videography are his forte. A Jack of All Trades and a Master of Many.

Disqus Comments Loading...