8 More Miles
Eminem Lyrics


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It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow

Sometimes I just feel like quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like

Dah, dah, dah, dah
It ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs
My insides crawl
And I clam up, I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been vict'ed
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in a pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad

Sometimes I get upset 'cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't got a rep, my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I won't tell no lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie, wherever you are
Yo, I'm telling you dog, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

You gotta live it to feel it
You didn't, you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits
It's different and it's a certain significance
A certificate of authenticity you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC
Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line
But when it comes crunch time where did my punch lines go?
Who must I show? To bust my flow
Where must I go? Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket?
'Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit

And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up, the one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one, this city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me want to jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
From 8 Mile Road

I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone




Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's "8 Mile" are a powerful expression of the struggle to overcome obstacles and pursue one's goals. The song is an anthem for anyone who has ever felt like giving up on their dreams or felt marginalized by society. The main theme is Eminem's struggle to become a successful rapper despite the obstacles of his race and background, as well as the personal demons he must battle along the way.


Throughout the song, Eminem questions why he keeps fighting to be a rapper, despite the constant setbacks and rejection. He talks about the pressure of trying to succeed and how sometimes it feels like he's just spinning his wheels, but he refuses to give up. He's determined to make it and knows that his hard work and dedication will eventually pay off.


One of the most poignant moments in the song is when Eminem reflects on how he wishes he could be a better role model for his sister. He talks about how while he's chasing his dreams, she's at home drawing pictures and imagining a different life for herself. He knows that he has a responsibility to be successful for her sake as well as his own.


Overall, "8 Mile" is a powerful testimony to the struggles that many people face when trying to pursue their dreams. It's a song about never giving up, even when the odds are stacked against you.


Line by Line Meaning

It's alright, it's okay
I may face difficulties, but I will overcome them


I'm gonna make it anyway
I am determined to succeed no matter what


Gonna make it, can't give up now
I won't give up on my dreams


I'ma make it somehow
I will find a way to achieve my goals


Sometimes I just feel like quitting I still might
There are times when I feel like giving up, and I might actually consider it


Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Why do I continue to struggle and pursue my passion for writing?


Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Dealing with my everyday struggles is already challenging


Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
Sometimes I have the urge to perform on stage and impress everyone with my skills


And show these people what my level of skill's like
I want to demonstrate to others the extent of my talent


But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Being white in a predominantly black industry sometimes makes me feel frustrated and discouraged


Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
Something feels wrong, and it makes me want to stop


Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like
I struggle with stage fright and often forget my lyrics


It ain't my fault
I am not to blame


Great big eyeballs
Feeling overwhelmed and scrutinized


My insides crawl
Feeling uncomfortable and anxious


And I clam up, I just slam shut
I become silent and closed off


I just can't do it
I feel incapable of performing


My whole manhood's just been stripped
My confidence and self-esteem have been taken away


I have just been vict'ed
I have been defeated


So I must then get off the bus then split
I need to leave this situation and go my own way


Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
I am fed up with this situation and want to go back home


World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders as I return to my hometown of 8 Mile Road


I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
I am a grown man and I will devise a new strategy


Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
It's time for me to assert myself and explore uncharted territories


Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
I need to take control and be proactive


Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
Once I overcome these obstacles, I will never dwell on the past


And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
I am determined and have a clear sense of direction


Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
I apologize, mother, but I am an adult now and must journey on my own


Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
I won't follow in anyone else's path, I will create my own


Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
8 Mile Road is my way out of this current situation


Walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
I am walking along train tracks, attempting to regain what I've lost


The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
I want to restore the determination and enthusiasm I had before returning to my old routine


To the same plant, and the same pants
Returning to the same job and the same monotonous life


Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
I'm striving to pursue rap music and need to act quickly


Get a new plan, momma's got a new man
I need to come up with a fresh strategy, as my mother has a new partner


Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
My young sister doesn't comprehend the challenges I'm facing


Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in a pad
She escapes her reality by immersing herself in television and drawing


And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
She continues coloring until the crayon becomes worn and exhausted in her hand


While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
In her artwork, she depicts her big brother, mother, and father


Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head
We cannot predict what thoughts and imaginations arise in her young mind


Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
I desire to be the father figure that both of us never had


But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad
I continue to avoid something that I never truly desired


Sometimes I get upset 'cause I ain't blew up yet
I become frustrated because I haven't achieved widespread success yet


It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
It feels as if I have matured, but I haven't developed the necessary courage yet


Don't got a rep, my step, don't got enough pep
I don't have a reputation or the confidence required


The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin' to do what's best
The pressure is overwhelming, and I'm simply trying to make the right choices


And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I won't tell no lie
I attempt to cope with my emotions by crying in solitude, being honest with myself


Not a moment goes by
There isn't a single moment


That I don't pray to the sky
That I don't pray to a higher power


Please, I'm beggin' you God
I plead with God


Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Please don't let me be confined to an ordinary job


Yo I hope you can hear me homie, wherever you are
I hope you, my friend, can hear my words, no matter where you are


Yo, I'm telling you dog, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
I'm informing you, my friend, that I'm leaving this trailer behind tomorrow


Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Send my mother a message of love and bid farewell to my little sister with a kiss


Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far
Assure my loved ones that I will always be there for them, no matter the distance


But yo, I gotta get out there the only way I know
However, I must go out into the world using the only method I'm familiar with


And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow
I will return for you as soon as I succeed


On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
I swear on all my belongings that I will achieve success independently


Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
I must return to this familiar 8 Mile Road and continue my journey


You gotta live it to feel it
One must experience it firsthand to truly understand it


You didn't, you wouldn't get it
If you haven't lived through it, you wouldn't comprehend


Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
Or understand the significance and enduring impact of the situation


To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits
To be navigating the border between different areas within Detroit


It's different and it's a certain significance
It's a unique experience with a particular importance


A certificate of authenticity you'd never even see
An undiscovered validation and genuineness


But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
But it means everything to me, it represents my credibility


You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC
You haven't encountered a true MC before in terms of skill and authenticity


Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me
There is no one as remarkable or held in the same regard as me


But yet I'm still unsigned, having a rough time
However, I remain without a record deal and facing difficulties


Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
I spend time with my friends on the porch, engaging in amateur rap sessions


Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line
I work a job where I serve mediocre rappers in the cafeteria


But when it comes crunch time where did my punch lines go?
But when it's time to deliver, I struggle to come up with powerful lyrics


Who must I show? To bust my flow
Who do I need to impress in order to unleash my rap skills?


Where must I go? Who must I know?
Where should I venture? Who should I establish connections with?


Or am I just another crab in the bucket?
Perhaps I am merely another person trying to succeed in a competitive environment


'Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it
Because this lucky charm isn't bringing me any success, I disregard it


Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
Perhaps I require a fresh approach because I am beginning to lose faith


I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I am becoming doubtful about the people I associate with


I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
I appear unkempt, and my clothing lacks significance


At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
I search for clothing at the Salvation Army to piece together an acceptable outfit


And it's cold, trying to travel this road
It's harsh and difficult to navigate this path


Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode
Furthermore, I constantly find myself in a state of conflict and competition


My defenses are so up, the one thing I don't want
I have built strong defenses to protect myself, and the one thing I don't want is


Is pity from no one, this city is no fun
To be pitied by others, as this city offers no enjoyment


There is no sun, and it's so dark
There is no light or happiness, only darkness


Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
At times, I feel like I'm being torn apart


From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
By each of my friends, I feel like I'm being pulled away from my own identity


It's enough to just make me want to jump outta my skin
It's overwhelming to the point that I want to escape my own body


Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
Occasionally, I feel like an emotionless machine, and other times, I'm simply unsure


What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I don't know what I'm doing, and I often explode with emotions, like a heated stove


I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
I suddenly burst with frustration, like a boiling kettle


Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
Sometimes, I speak impulsively, saying more than I should


But I've learned, it's time for me to u-turn
However, I've learned that it's time for me to make a sudden change in direction


Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
It only takes one failure for me to suffer the consequences


Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl
I can't afford to stumble again, or I'll lose the opportunity to meet someone new


I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I must stop acting foolish and immature


I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
I possess all the necessary elements, I just lack the courage to move forward


Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
It's as if I already have the rhythm, all I need are the lyrics


Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
I feel a strong desire and suddenly a surge of energy


Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
I am now filled with renewed vigor and determination


Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
Now it's my time to impress the influential figures in the music industry


I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
I am no longer afraid, I feel liberated


Then I turn and cross over the median curb
I metaphorically cross over the boundary and enter a different realm


Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
Arriving in the suburbs, everything appears fuzzy and indistinct


From 8 Mile Road
I have come from 8 Mile Road


You gotta live it to feel it
You have to experience it firsthand to truly understand


You didn't, you wouldn't get it
If you haven't lived through it, you wouldn't comprehend


Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
Or understand the significance and enduring impact of the situation


To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits
To be navigating the border between different areas within Detroit


It's different and it's a certain significance
It's a unique experience with a particular importance


A certificate of authenticity you'd never even see
An undiscovered validation and genuineness


But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
But it means everything to me, it represents my credibility


You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC
You haven't encountered a true MC before in terms of skill and authenticity


Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me
There is no one as remarkable or held in the same regard as me


But yet I'm still unsigned, having a rough time
However, I remain without a record deal and facing difficulties


Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
I spend time with my friends on the porch, engaging in amateur rap sessions


Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line
I work a job where I serve mediocre rappers in the cafeteria


But when it comes crunch time where did my punch lines go?
But when it's time to deliver, I struggle to come up with powerful lyrics


Who must I show? To bust my flow
Who do I need to impress in order to unleash my rap skills?


Where must I go? Who must I know?
Where should I venture? Who should I establish connections with?


Or am I just another crab in the bucket?
Perhaps I am merely another person trying to succeed in a competitive environment


'Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it
Because this lucky charm isn't bringing me any success, I disregard it


Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
Perhaps I require a fresh approach because I am beginning to lose faith


I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I am becoming doubtful about the people I associate with


I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
I appear unkempt, and my clothing lacks significance


At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
I search for clothing at the Salvation Army to piece together an acceptable outfit


And it's cold, trying to travel this road
It's harsh and difficult to navigate this path


Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode
Furthermore, I constantly find myself in a state of conflict and competition


My defenses are so up, the one thing I don't want
I have built strong defenses to protect myself, and the one thing I don't want is


Is pity from no one, this city is no fun
To be pitied by others, as this city offers no enjoyment


There is no sun, and it's so dark
There is no light or happiness, only darkness


Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
At times, I feel like I'm being torn apart


From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
By each of my friends, I feel like I'm being pulled away from my own identity


It's enough to just make me want to jump outta my skin
It's overwhelming to the point that I want to escape my own body


Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
Occasionally, I feel like an emotionless machine, and other times, I'm simply unsure


What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I don't know what I'm doing, and I often explode with emotions, like a heated stove


I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
I suddenly burst with frustration, like a boiling kettle


Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
Sometimes, I speak impulsively, saying more than I should


But I've learned, it's time for me to u-turn
However, I've learned that it's time for me to make a sudden change in direction


Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
It only takes one failure for me to suffer the consequences


Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl
I can't afford to stumble again, or I'll lose the opportunity to meet someone new


I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I must stop acting foolish and immature


I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
I possess all the necessary elements, I just lack the courage to move forward


Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
It's as if I already have the rhythm, all I need are the lyrics


Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
I feel a strong desire and suddenly a surge of energy


Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
I am now filled with renewed vigor and determination


Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
Now it's my time to impress the influential figures in the music industry


I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
I am no longer afraid, I feel liberated


Then I turn and cross over the median curb
I metaphorically cross over the boundary and enter a different realm


Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
Arriving in the suburbs, everything appears fuzzy and indistinct


From 8 Mile Road
I have come from 8 Mile Road


I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
I am a grown man who needs to devise a new strategy


Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
It's time for me to assert myself and explore uncharted territories


Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
I need to take control and be proactive


Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
Once I overcome these obstacles, I will never dwell on the past


And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
I am determined and have a clear sense of direction


Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
I apologize, mother, but I am an adult now and must journey on my own


Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
I won't follow in anyone else's path, I will create my own


Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
8 Mile Road is my way out of this current situation




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers

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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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