In "WELCOME (feat. Eminem)," IDK and J Dilla turn ambition into a party invitation where survival is the only door prize. The repeated welcome masks a homicide scene, and the verses move from wanting trucks and quick money to facing the barrel of a gun. IDK admits the words he recites might have happened more than once, tying his hunger to real loss, especially his mother. The slick talk and twerking are armor over a life where getting paid beats getting laid, and failure feels worse than dying.
WELCOME (feat. Eminem) Lyrics by IDK & J Dilla
Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end
Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end
Move your body
This is ’bout to be a homicide scene
I think you are not mean when I scream
“Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end”
Move your—
This is ’bout to be a homicide scene
I think you are not mean when I scream
“Welcome—”
To another day, to another plot on my mind ’cause I gots to get paid (Welcome)
I’d rather get paid than laid
If life hand me lemons, then it’s San Pellegrino lemonade (Welcome)
Baccarat glasses with chips on it
Women eatin’ pasta on my clean Ann Demeulemeester plates (Welcome)
I ain’t got time for a date
If you’d like to see me, you gon’ have to take a trip to my place
I used to want trucks with bricks in it
Even though I knew that it was probably a quick sentence
Semi-automatic on the dash to send a message
Send a hatin’ nigga to the sky with no blessings
More money, more power, new hoes, no stressin’
Gettin’ money, illegal? No way, but it’s temptin’
I— I’ma get this cash ’til I can’t walk (Can’t walk)
‘Til I’m in a casket, never in the chalk (In the chalk)
You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)
You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)
We run this shit, y’all niggas walk
That’s why she twerkin’ all that ass when she take it off
You— you know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)
You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk
Do you understand what it feel like to be on the other side of the gun? (Gun)
Which one? (Welcome)
The side where the barrel don’t point (Point)
The side where your ass got a choice (Choice, welcome)
Or the side where you don’t got a voice
You can act hard or keep your life and just rejoice
Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end
Move your body
This is ’bout to be a homicide scene
I think you all know what I mean when—
I’m the boy to avoid, I might come off coy
But let your guard down and I turn into Floyd
Flah, flah, bah, nigga, that was light, next—
Flah, flah, everybody dies
Rest in peace, my mama, if you know me, you know why
And that would be the reason I’m the one you should not try
I used to be the one they used to call to get ’em high
Sellin’— at the colleges, just tryna get my money movin’ at an inflated price
The things that I write, it is not for hype
The words I recite might’ve happened twice
Might’ve happened three, four times, maybe five
I’m the type of man that’ll always do, never try
Before I fail tryna do, I would rather die
Even if it makes the ones that love me have to cry
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye (Flah, flah, bah)
