slim shady show

Lyrics
SING FOR THE MOMENT
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Verse 1
These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care/He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out/cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out/His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

Chorus
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)/Sing for the year (Sing It)/Sing for the laughter/ sing for the tear (C'mon!) / Sing it with me/Just for today/Maybe tomorrow/The good Lord will take you away...

Verse 2
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me/Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass/But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you/To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad/So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns/That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me/They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B/It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?/I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

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Verse 3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued/See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool/not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

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Lyrics WHITE AMERICA [Back] --------------- (Prelude) America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told... Verse 1 I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days/who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this/I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now I'm dumping it on... Chorus X2 White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Verse 2 Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? Chorus X2 Verse 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them/that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for... Chorus X2 Verse 4 So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you... [Back to Top]

Comme la plupart des rappeurs, Eminem n'a pas eu un parcours facile. Né au Kansas City, il s'installe avec sa mère à Detroit dans le quartier de l'Eastside à l'âge de douze ans. Ne négligeant jamais sa passion pour la musique, Eminem vie de petits boulots en petits boulots pour amasser un peu d'argent. En 96, il sort son 1er album Infinite, cherchant désespérément à se faire accepter par la scène hip-hop de Detroit. Infinite est un bide, ce qui pousse Eminem a travailler de plus belle. Son 2ème album The Slim Shady sort en 98, faisant de lui le petit prince blanc du hip-hop. L'opus est vendu à plus de 4 millions d'exemplaires. En 2000, il revient avec The Marshall Mathers, un album qui promet, produit par Dr Dre himself. Il fait un retour très remarqué dans les bacs en 2002, avec son 4ème opus The Eminem Show. Il y assume pleinement son rôle de provocateur, n'hésitant pas à égratigner quelques célébrités. En février 2003, il bluffe le monde entier avec 8 Mile, son 1er film, qui le consacre en tant qu'acteur.