Last year at about this time, I called Eminem “the biggest waste of talent in Hip Hop today.” One year, twenty days and one track later, I’m here to apologize.

This morning, Slim Shady dropped two minutes and fifteen seconds of straight fire, he calls Despicable. Spitting over Drake’s Over and Lloyd Banks’ Beamer, Benz or Bentley, he reminded us all that he can roast just about anyone head up.

Em hasn’t gone this hard in years. Maybe since Dead Wrong. After the abortion that was Relapse and the rumors of a Relapse 2, I thought he was done; counted among the full-of-promise MCs before him that fell into obscurity after initial success (DMX, Canibus, et al.).

In the past year we’ve gotten a few paltry verses from Shady that lent some hope to his resurrection. He headlined Drake’s Forever and was the lone bright spot on Weezy’s Drop The World. More recently, he gave us one of his more personal verses on B.o.B.’s Airplanes Part 2. But nothing like this..

Despicable is Marshall at his finest—aggressive, clever, honest. He goes in Wu-Tang Triumph style, hitting us with bar after bar of dopeness. Full of both his trademark pop culture references and jabs at his critics, Mr. Mathers has announced to the world his return to the forefront of Hip Hop. And I gotta say, I believe him this time.

According to 2dopeboyz his first single, Not Afraid, premiers Thursday morning on Shady45’s The Morning After and is produced by Boi-1da. Check back then and I’ll post it as soon as it leaks. Recovery is set to drop June 22nd.

Stream Despicable here and peep the lyrics below.

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UPDATE!

Here’s the first official single off Recovery, entitled Not Afraid. Enjoy…

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Lyrics

I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
Anyone who comes up must go down
Might as well go for the gusto now
Better not let up
Better not let them breathe
Last shot, give it all you got
Try to turn me down
Bitch get fucked with a volume knob
Fuck all you snobs
Hoes, I hope you all rot
2 bottles of Lubriderm and box of condoms
Is that all you brought?
And you want a menage a trois, you twats?
Fuck that I’d rather turn this club into a bar room brawl
Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall
Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum yall
Ain’t nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap
Yeah. But I’m home
Bad to the bone
Back in the zone
Let him alone
You don’t wanna go egging him on
It’ll never be my chair that you own
Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain, no oxygen
Other words there’s no heir to the throne
When I die so does Hip Hop
Hitchcock did a shit bitch ass doc
Got it zip locked in a bag
You fags ain’t been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top
Keep blogging while I’m mind boggling
And I zone like I’m in the Twilight dog
Get off my bone
This is my mic dog
And I like hogging it
Flow so wet I’ma take this beat tobogganing
I’m waterlogging it
I’m sogging it
Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
Suplexing it on cement
Like I’m on some Straight Outta Compton shit
Take this dick and chomp on it
I’m so bad I could bitch slap a backhanded compliment
Jackass, eat a donkey dick
The game, I just about conquered it
Like Donkey Kong, I’m bonkers bitch
I’m the king of this honkey shit
I reign supreme in this honkey shit
No sense screaming and arguing
Makes no difference whether a Benz, a Bentley or a Beamer’s the car you’re in

You think you ball?
Well I bomb it
I throw up bombs when I vomit
I throw down in the kitchen
Might hit your mom with an omelette
But you got egg on your face
Now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest of Kamikaze bitch
I’m bat shit as Ozzy, it’s obvious
You can tell right off the bat
No pun intended
But come any closer, I’ll bite off your head
Trying to give me the finger is kinda like giving a spider the web
I’m just gonna spin it
And try to use it to my advantage
I catch a fly in that bitch
You think you fly
You just food
I give as much of a flying fuck as that Superman dude
Guess I just do what you can’t do
I make you look stupid and bamboozled
Confused as usual and you can get ripped
She can open a can too
But you better hope you can handle the heat
Or stay the fuck outta Hell’s Kitchen
I came to cock block like a square, fucking male chicken
Yeah
It’s Shady, slut
The rest can suck on a big one
Cause I’m as despicable as Daffy Duck when I’m spitting

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