Love Me
Eminem Lyrics


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Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for sure)
And I can't let y'all derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
And that yac going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring
It's whatever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch

I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night

There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause that's sort of unique cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep, and I'm Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
You can't pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamanie you just ain't zanie enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal
It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it
There's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night (and all the bitches say)
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's
I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats
That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell
My back shots 'll help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big been taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)

I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life




I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Love Me" by Eminem and Obie Trice highlight the relentlessness and hardworking nature of the rappers. The opening stanza talks about how they are still grinding and pursuing success, despite the constant distraction of sirens and lights. They are committed to their craft, with mic in hand and pen in another, relentlessly writing and perfecting their craft.


In the second stanza, Eminem talks about his unique and distinctive style of poetry, which is so deep and captivating that it is hard to sit still while listening to it. He is a force to be reckoned with, and anyone who dares to cross him will be swiftly dealt with. His noodle of a brain is eccentric and unpredictable, and while he may be brutal in his rhymes, he is also the best in the game.


The final stanza is mainly about the influence that the rappers have in the industry, from their jewelry to their cars. They are admired and respected by many, and even when there is drama in the music world, they remain at the top of their game. The lyrics are full of pop culture references and witty lines, making it a must-listen for anyone who loves rap music.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still working hard and hustling, constantly hearing and avoiding trouble.


I'm still getting chased by those lights
I'm still being pursued by the police and authorities for my past actions.


Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
The only thing shining on me is the spotlight, and my microphone is turned on for me to perform.


And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I have no time to waste, as I am constantly writing and creating new material.


And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I am not interested in forming personal connections in the music industry.


I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for sure)
My focus is on succeeding and expressing my message as an artist until my haters and critics are forced to acknowledge my talent and impact.


And I can't let y'all derail me, man
I will not let anyone or anything interfere with my success or progress.


I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
I have someone important (Young Kobe) on my side who believes in me, and you need to stop focusing on Obie Trice.


(going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
We have various betting and gambling games happening, and they will continue to be successful.


And that yac going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring
Alcohol (cognac) will be readily available and consumed as soon as I come back from touring.


It's whatever, put that on the cheddar, man
I don't care what happens or what it takes, as long as I make money and achieve success.


But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time
I am currently working with music executive Jimmy Iovine to further my career.


Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
I am working hard to make money and create music until I can no longer physically do so.


This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
This is the success and lifestyle that my crew and I have been striving for, and we are proud of it.


Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch
I have achieved success and respect in the music industry, so you better recognize and show me love and support.


I just wanna love ya
I want to express my feelings of affection towards someone.


For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)
I want to commit to loving someone forever, but I am also dismissing someone who I do not have feelings for.


I wanna hold you in the mornin'
I want to wake up next to you and start the day together.


Hold you through the night
I want to cuddle and be close to you all night long.


There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
There is a unique and captivating atmosphere when I speak or perform, and people take notice of it.


Cause that's sort of unique cause you know it's me
This is unique because it is distinctly my style of speaking and performing that people recognize.


My poetry's deep, and I'm Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
My music and lyrics are more than surface-level entertainment, and I am confident in my style of rapping to this specific beat.


You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
My music is so energetic and captivating that it is impossible to be still and unaffected by it.


I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap
I am always prepared for danger and violence, as it is always a possibility in my line of work and lifestyle.


I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
If former President George W. Bush were to suddenly become a rapper, my style would be the equivalent to his surreal and controversial political career.


I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
I dominate and insult other rappers through my superior musical talent and lyrics.


It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
I don't need to be motivated by money or hunger to destroy my competition, it's just natural to me.


You can't pay me enough for you to play me
I am not interested in being played on the radio or for money, as my talent and success speaks for itself.


It's cockamanie you just ain't zanie enough to rock with Shady
The idea that someone can compete with and beat me is ridiculous, as they are not strange, eccentric, and unique enough to match my style.


My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
My mind is wild and erratic, much like a rooster crowing in the morning, and my sense of time is crazy.


I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal
I am mentally unstable, with many issues and flaws, but my dedication to my craft and domination of the rap scene is unrelenting and brutal.


It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it
I am not just a rumor or speculation, I am the number one rapper and artist in the industry, you should just assume it.


There's no humor in it no more, you know
I used to have fun with my music and competition, but now it is serious and no longer a joke.


I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
I always have a weapon in my possession, ready to strike at any moment like a ball in a bowling bag.


You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
You would need the help of someone who is gay and flamboyant to even try and harm me, so you better respect me and show me love.


My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
I have a huge level of popularity and influence in the hip-hop community and neighborhoods.


If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain
People are either interested in my musical ability or the expensive jewelry and adornments that I wear.


If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
If I was someone else, I would love myself and my successful and boss-like lifestyle as well.


Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I drive a red Porsche, the same color as cranberry sauce, which is a symbol of wealth and luxury.


I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
I used to idolize and admire R&B singer R. Kelly, but my opinion has since changed.


Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch
If I discover that R. Kelly is involved with rapper Bow Wow's girlfriend, I will be upset and retaliate.


Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
People are excitedly and repeatedly watching a tape of a scandal or controversy involving someone in the music industry.


Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape
The mother of someone involved in the scandal is now reporting a rape or sexual assault to the police.


I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's
I believe that there is something mentally or morally wrong with women in the music industry who participate in scandals and immoral behavior.


I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose
I used to find rapper Lil' Kim attractive until she began visibly altering her appearance through plastic surgery.


I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
I used to enjoy listening to and dancing to the music of artist Lauryn Hill.


Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats
I was disappointed when one of Lauryn Hill's albums did not feature strong or enjoyable instrumentals.


That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
The artist D'Angelo is committed and determined to succeed, even if it means taking risks and going all-out.


That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell
D'Angelo posed naked in a photo shoot for his album promotion, which helped boost sales and attention.


My back shots 'll help Ashanti hit them high notes
My sexual actions and positions will help singer Ashanti hit high notes and sing better.


And Big been taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)
The Notorious B.I.G. has taught someone named Charli how to perform oral sex on a man in a deep and satisfying way.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Obie Trice, 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

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