04 Yellow Brick Road
Eminem Lyrics


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What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute
What this country at times calls if or which over
We seem to be approaching an age of the gross
We all have this idea that we should
Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each generation should do a little better

Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of trying to destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory
I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't no body tell it for me
You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
From the black side all the way to the white side
Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks

So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter
Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike
Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke
And steal a goddamn bike from somebody's backyard
And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark
To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chamars after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I first met Proof when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place
And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit with compound syllables sound combined
From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool till your man MC Shan came through
And said that Puma's was the brand 'cause the clan makes troops
It was rumors but man goddamn they flew
Must of been true because man we done banned they shoes
I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice Land swayed too
And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news
Guess who came through next, X Clan debut
Professor X and Glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green
With a key sissies now with this bein' a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant
Me and my man Howard and Butter would go to the mall with 'em
All over our necks like we're showin' 'em off not knowin' at all
We was bein' laughed at you ain't even half black
You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that
And that Flavor Flav clock we goin' have to snatch that
All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement
Sayin' how we hate this, our races wit dope the X Clan take this
Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
She was tryin' to two time me and there was this black girl
At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyein' me
And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even goin' say it plus
The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it
Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl
But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad
But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize
I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she still a ho

So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode




Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Yellow Brick Road" by Eminem deal with issues of race and identity. The song begins with Eminem reflecting on the idea that individuals who hold racist beliefs often become that way at a young age, and need to be addressed while they are still young. He uses the metaphor of the "yellow brick road" to take listeners on a journey through his upbringing and experiences. Throughout the song, he discusses his youth growing up on the east side of Detroit, and the challenges of being a white rapper in a predominantly black musical genre. He talks about his early encounters with Proof, his struggles with relationships, and his regrets about past lyrics that were racially insensitive.


One of the key themes of the song is the tension between Eminem's identity and the expectations of others. He reflects on the pressure to "move up" from his parents' station in life, and how each generation is expected to do a little better. At the same time, he acknowledges the racism he has faced from both white and black individuals, who have made it clear that he doesn't belong. Ultimately, the song is about the struggle to find and assert one's own identity in a complex and often hostile world.


Line by Line Meaning

What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
It is important to address issues when individuals are young


If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute
Saving oneself from societal issues, not necessarily religious salvation


What this country at times calls if or which over
The country uses labels like 'if' or 'which' to categorize people


We seem to be approaching an age of the gross
We are heading towards a time of vulgarity and excess


We all have this idea that we should
There is a common belief that we should strive for upward mobility


Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each generation should do a little better
We should aim to surpass our parents' achievements and for each generation to improve from the last


Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
Let's stop pretending and address the real issue


Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
We need to initiate the conversation and bring the issue to light


Let's take this shit back to basement
Let's go back to the beginning


And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape
Let's analyze the content of this recording


And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
Let's examine the history of the music we enjoy


The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of trying to destroy
The genre of music that I supposedly want to ruin, is actually enjoyed by all


Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Let's go back to 1989 when I was a young boy living on the east side of Detroit


Crossin' 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory
Traveling across 8 mile, the boundary between different social and racial groups


I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't no body tell it for me
I want to tell my story, as nobody else can tell it for me


You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
It's clear that I don't fit in with my surroundings


You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
It's evident that I don't belong, as I am often the victim of violence or bullying


From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
Even going to a shopping center like Bel-Air is enough for me to be targeted


From the black side all the way to the white side
I face discrimination no matter where I am


Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
There's always a chance for things to get better


You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass
Others may refer to it as the past, but for me it's a struggle to get through


Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
I had to cross a patch of grass and railroad tracks to get to where I needed to go


Them good old notorious so well known tracks
These are the infamous railroad tracks that are known to everyone in the area


My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
I remember my first day of 9th grade vividly


It was cool till your man MC Shan came through
Everything was fine until MC Shan showed up


And said that Puma's was the brand 'cause the clan makes troops
MC Shan claimed that Puma shoes were better because of their association with a certain group


It was rumors but man goddamn they flew
The rumors flew quickly, even if they weren't true


Must of been true because man we done banned they shoes
The rumors were believed by many, evidenced by the fact that Puma shoes were banned


I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice Land swayed too
I had the latest Puma shoes, like the ones worn by Cool J and Ice Land


And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news
We threw away our Puma shoes like they were worthless and outdated


Guess who came through next, X Clan debut
The next big thing was the debut of X Clan


Professor X and Glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green
X Clan's Professor X and Glorious promoted African pride and black nationalism


With a key sissies now with this bein' a new trend
African symbols and medallions were now in fashion, seen as a new trend


We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
White people were seen as out of touch and irrelevant, especially in regards to music


Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Black pride and black identity were now fashionable and popular


Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant
While the symbols were popular, many people did not understand the meaning behind them


Me and my man Howard and Butter would go to the mall with 'em
My friends and I would go to the mall wearing these symbols


All over our necks like we're showin' 'em off not knowin' at all
We wore the symbols proudly, not realizing that we were being laughed at


We was bein' laughed at you ain't even half black
We were ridiculed because we were not even half black


You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that
Others would take the symbols from us and mock us for wearing them


And that Flavor Flav clock we goin' have to snatch that
Even Flavor Flav's popular clock necklace would be stolen from us


All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement
My friends and I would always gather in Manix's basement


Sayin' how we hate this, our races wit dope the X Clan takes this
We would discuss how much we hated being mocked or ridiculed, and admired X Clan's message


Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
This discussion brings up memories of when my ex-girlfriend Kim and I broke up in 1989


She was tryin' to two time me and there was this black girl
Kim was attempting to cheat on me with another person, specifically a black girl


At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyein' me
The black girl found me cool because of my rapping abilities and showed interest in me


And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even goin' say it plus
Ironically, the black girl had the same name as Kim, but I won't say it


The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The black girl had the same hair color as Kim, wore blue contacts, and was well-endowed


The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it
She was the most attractive girl in our school and I wanted to be with her


Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
If I could be with the black girl, I would gain more popularity and make Kim jealous


But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
Instead, my plan backfired as Kim ended up dumping me for a black guy


And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl
I never saw, heard, or spoke to the black girl again, realizing that my attraction towards her was foolish


But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad
Some people have heard the recording of these events and believe it wasn't as bad as it sounds


But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize
However, I realize that I unfairly targeted an entire race and apologize for my behavior


I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she still a ho
My previous behavior was wrong, as I now understand that a person's race has no bearing on their character


So let's go back
Let's go back to where it all began


Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Let's continue our journey through life


Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
Join me as we explore the world that I once called home


I once used to call home sweet home
This used to be a place where I felt comfortable and safe




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers, Steven Lee King

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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