<<< Cleanin' Out My Closet >>>

Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya'
go, yeah, yo', yo'...

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've
been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times,
sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions
run deep as ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin',
not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the
mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth,
see they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably
sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...

[CHORUS]

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make
you cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama,
I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one
knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you
back to '73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple
of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder
if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would
die, I look at Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit
my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes
but i'm only human, but i'm
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt
it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a
killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to
the Eminem show...

[CHORUS]

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take
a second to listen for you
think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position,
just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin'
that someone's always goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing
systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I
was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't
it, wasn't it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated
me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's
growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should
see her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see
what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself
that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch,
I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you
wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

[CHORUS]

Добавлено (18.02.2008, 20:59)
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<<< Sing For The Moment >>>

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
Its 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 dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Coz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse 2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their 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 canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
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!
[Chorus]
[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun 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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Chorus]
[Chorus Without Beat]
[Instrumental]

Добавлено (18.02.2008, 21:03)
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<<< Lose yourself >>>
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
[Verse 1]
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Moms forgettin' he's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad
But he won't give up that easy, no he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that
But he's broke, he's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it don't collapse on him
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
[Verse 2]
Soul's escapin' through this hole's that is gaping
This world is mines for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring
But superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads got him
He knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold prada
They moved on to the next shmo who flows
Who nose dove and sold nada
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No more games, I'ma change for due called rage
Tear this muthafuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped writin' the next cipher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to five
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and water
My seed plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein' a father and a pre-madonna
Baby momma drama, screamin' on her
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another damn or not has gotten me to the point
I'm like a snail, I've got to formulate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin' option, failure's not
Momma love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet fail me not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Растворись(loose Yourself)

Слушай, если бы у тебя был один шанс,
единственная возможность
Немедленно получить все, о чем ты мечтал,
Воспользовался бы ты этим?
Куплет 1:
Его ладони уже вспотели, ноги подкашиваются,
рук не поднять,
Его свитер уже в блевотине,
Даже мама забывает, что он нервничает
Но с виду он спокоен и готов
Задать жару, только все время забывает
слова,
Которые сам же и написал, толпа
неистовствует
Он открывает рот, но не может произнести
ни слова
Горло перехватило, как? Все ржут
Время кончилось, вышло в конец, все, давай!
Возвращайся к реальности, а вот и
серьезность,
А, вот и Кролик, он задыхается, он так зол,
Но он так легко не сдастся, у него не выйдет
Повернувшись спиной к стропилам, он знает,
Это ерунда, он придурок, и он это знает.
Денег тоже нет, грустно такое сознавать.
Когда он вернется в свой дом на колесах,
Он будет словно снова в лаборатории,
Вся эта рапсодия, лови мгновение.
И надейся, что этот мир не обрушится и не
похоронит его под своими обломками.
Припев:
Растворись-ка лучше в музыке
Не упусти тот миг, когда она тебе подвластна
У тебя только одна попытка, не упусти свой
шанс
Такая возможность бывает только раз в жизни,
Растворись-ка лучше в музыке
Не упусти тот миг, когда она тебе подвластна
У тебя только одна попытка, не упусти свой
шанс
Такая возможность бывает только раз в жизни,
Лучше бы тебе-
Куплет 2
Души исчезают в зияющей дыре
Трудно покорить этот мир
Коронуйте меня, и мы отправимся к новому
мировому порядку
Нормальная жизнь невыносимо тосклива
Но если ты суперзвезда, вообще хоть волком
вой
И чем дальше - тем хуже, сначала малыш
набирает популярность,
Он расталкивает всех локтями, фанаты
преследуют его повсюду
У него шоу по всей стране и кличка Непоседа,
Нехоженые дороги привлекают его,
Он понимает, что совсем забросил семью, он
уже не отец:
Приходя домой, едва узнает дочку,
А теперь приготовься - сейчас будет холодный
душ:
Эти фанаты его больше знать не желают, он
- герой вчерашнего дня
Они перекинулись на нового кумира,
Тот еще новичок и ничего не продал,
Но все делает, как надо,
Его рейтинг растет, полагаю, это все старо,
как мир, друг мой,
Но музыка все играет
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah
Припев
[Куплет 3]
Хватит шуток, если меня разозлить, я поведу
себя по-другому
Сорвусь с цепи, как бешенная собака,
Я только играл в начале, но сейчас
настроение поменялось,
Мне столько перемывали кости и оплевывали,
столько освистывали,
Но я продолжал тянуть свою песенку и писать
на своем языке
Кто-то здесь, пожалуй, играет в Дудочника в
пестром костюме
Боль внутри только усиливается от сознания
того,
Что я не смогу найти приличную работенку в
офисе
И не смогу обеспечить достойную жизнь своей
семье
Потому что, на чертовы талоны на льготную
покупку продуктов, видишь ли, не накупишь
пеленок
Это не кино, а я не Микки Пфайфер
Это моя жизнь, и она не сахар
И с каждым днем все труднее прокормить
собственное чадо, да плюс к тому приходится
метаться
Между ролью отца и "без пяти минут мадонны"
Драма отцов и детей, я уже срываюсь на дочь
Поэтому не могу долго оставаться в одном и
том же месте
Очередная ситуация "пан или пропал" привела
меня к простой мысли:
Я, как улитка, должен продумывать каждый
свой шаг
Или оказаться в тюрьме или с простреленной
башкой
Мой единственный выход - успех, а не провал
Мама, я тебя люблю, но мне пора отправляться
Я не могу состариться в глухой провинции
Так что, вот он я, это мой шанс,
Выносите, ноги,
Возможно, единственное, что мне по силам-
[Припев]
[Завершение]
Duh doo
Ты можешь добиться всего, чего захочешь,
друг