Must Be The Ganga
Eminem Lyrics


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Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing

I smell something in the air that's making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air that's making me high
Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
You motherfuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
This is niether the time or the place to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me I don't mind

Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the chills
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
Like I don't think anyone's real,
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
Don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
And which motel which lake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none,
So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like
Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
Titanium brain that's full of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing,
I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drink anything

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping upon me while I'm so high




Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

Overall Meaning

In the song "Must Be The Ganja", Eminem raps about the effects of drugs on his state of mind. The song starts with him feeling a desire to dance and smelling something in the air that makes him high. He uses various rhyming techniques and wordplays to describe his altered state of mind, including references to serial killers, drug addiction, and violence towards women. Throughout the song, he acknowledges the dangers of drug use, warning his listeners not to try it at home.


The chorus, "It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana, that's creeping upon me while I'm so high. Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me, whatever's gotten into me I don't mind," suggests that he is not entirely sure what is causing his altered state of mind, but he ultimately seems to enjoy it.


The song's theme of drug use and its effects on the mind aligns with other songs on the album "Relapse", which was heavily criticized for its graphic and violent lyrics. However, Eminem has stated that the album was meant to reflect the mind of a drug addict and not necessarily his personal beliefs or experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh
The artist is feeling a strong urge to dance


I smell something in the air that's making me (high)
The artist senses a distinct scent in the environment that is causing them to feel intoxicated


Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
The artist launches into the song's musical introduction with a playful attitude


Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
The artist declares their skill as a rapper and demands attention


You motherfuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
The artist is challenging their audience's knowledge and intelligence


Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
The artist is confident in their ability to impress their listeners with their unique style and skill


Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
The artist compares themselves to a legendary artist while also acknowledging their darker impulses


She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
The artist uses a bizarre and vivid image to describe their mindset


Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
The artist creates a disturbing and violent image with their words


Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
The artist confesses to smoking marijuana and being with a doctor, potentially indicating a medical reason for their drug use


You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
The artist alludes to a warning symbol for poison and danger, suggesting that their drug use may be risky or harmful


This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
The artist emphasizes the dangerous nature of drugs and warns against inexperienced or naive individuals trying them


You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
The artist specifically addresses inexperienced or new drug users, and advises them against trying drugs alone or without proper guidance


So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
The artist suggests a safer and more casual form of entertainment, such as watching a movie with snacks


Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
The artist continues to promote a low-key and safe form of entertainment, encouraging listeners to relax and enjoy a movie with friends


It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
The artist acknowledges that their song or performance may not fit listeners' expectations or preconceived ideas


Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke
The artist challenges listeners to recognize the reality of the situation, which involves drug use


Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the chills
The artist suggests that drug-seeking behavior may lead to negative physical and emotional side effects


Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
The artist references Dr. Dre and implies that they have just used drugs together


You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
The artist implies that drug use can lead to a state of surrender to the drug's effects, while simultaneously feeling more confident and engaged


Like I don't think anyone's real
The artist feels disconnected from reality or paranoid as a result of drug use


Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
The artist is considering various options and alternatives, including becoming a more peaceful and spiritual person, or a more violent and disturbing one


Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama
The artist appears to be addressing a woman and flirting with her, possibly under the influence of drugs


Don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
The artist is unsure if their current state of mind is due to drugs, alcohol, or both


Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer
The artist acknowledges the possibility of acting violently or erratically under the influence of drugs


Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
The artist continues to reference the possibility of committing violent acts, this time involving cannibalism


How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row
The artist poses a rhetorical question to emphasize their knowledge and fascination with dark subjects


Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper
The artist continues to brag about their knowledge of serial killers and describes how they could categorize them by time period


Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper
The artist further emphasizes their ability to recall specific details about crimes and victims


Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped
The artist continues to describe their knowledge of crime scenes and specific details about them


The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
The artist provides even more details about a specific murder or crime


And which motel which lake they found her in
The artist continues to describe various aspects of a crime scene or investigation


And how they attacked the victim
The artist continues to describe the violent details of a specific crime


Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one
The artist challenges the listener to recall specific details about a crime, particularly the weapon involved


Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none
The artist further emphasizes their knowledge of crimes and investigations, implying that they remember even minor details


So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes
The artist seems to enjoy their own mastery of dark and violent subjects, and implies that some drugs enhance this interest


When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like
The artist expresses their confidence and energy when performing


Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light
The artist implies that their listeners may be stuck in a rut or struggling to achieve their goals


Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
The artist references Dr. Dre and suggests that they are working together to create a legendary performance


Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
The artist implies that their collaboration with Dr. Dre is ideal and should continue


Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
The artist suggests that their listeners may benefit from their lyrical skill and energy


Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some
The artist offers their listeners a metaphorical cure for their unhappiness or stagnation


He can give her some, she can give him some
The artist refers to providing inspiration or motivation to another person


Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
The artist encourages their listeners to be creative and confront their problems through artistic expression


You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
The artist asserts their ability to create powerful and emotionally charged lyrics


Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
The artist describes their creative process and how it involves starting over many times before achieving success


Capable of bringing a bullets a still unbelievable bullets a
The artist claims to be capable of producing incredible or amazing work


Titanium brain that's full of surprises
The artist uses a metaphor to describe their mind as strong and unpredictable


When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
The artist references the smoke produced by drugs and suggests that their listeners will witness their creative process


You stare into your stereos eyes
The artist imagines their listeners being transfixed by their music


Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing
The artist acknowledges their use of drugs but insists that it does not define their identity or music


I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drink anything
The artist further insists that their use of drugs does not define their music or performance




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, DAWAUN PARKER, MARK BATSON, TREVOR ANTHONY LAWRENCE, ERICK TODD COOMES, 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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