Paul
Eminem Lyrics


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Paul, yo, um
So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone
Um
Turn right
No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me
But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like
What people are fuckin' saying about Revival
And, uh
Yo, this Yahoo mother fucker, whatever the fuck his name is
Said I, literally said I rhymed "rhymes" with "chimes"
"Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes"
Like, you don't understand I'm rhyming the entire fuckin' sentence you fuckin' moron
It's my fault 'cause you're fuckin' stupid
But I swear to God this motherfucker lives in Michigan and I think I figured out his address
And I'm on my way to his fuckin' house right now




Turn left
I'll hit you back later

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song Paul are a conversation between the rapper and his attorney Paul Rosenberg, where Rosenberg is expressing his concern about the content on Em's upcoming album. The attorney informs Em that he has listened to the rough copy of the album and requests him to tone it down. Paul feels that there is only so much he can explain, especially since the lyrics contain controversial subjects that could offend the public. By telling Eminem to censor himself, Paul wants to avoid any legal consequences that could arise due to the content of the album.


Furthermore, the lyrics to Paul are an indication of the creative process that goes into creating a successful album. The conversations and discussions between the rapper and his team, including his attorney, are crucial in ensuring that the music released is both artistically sound and legally safe. Eminem's response to Paul's request is unknown, but the song shows that the rapper is willing to push the envelope artistically and address sensitive topics that reflect his personal experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Em, what's going on?
Paul is asking Eminem about his current situation or state of mind.


This is Paul Rosenberg
Paul is introducing himself and letting Eminem know who is speaking.


Your faithful attorney at law
Paul is reminding Eminem that he is his lawyer and is dedicated to helping him legally.


Listen, I listened to the rough copy of your album
Paul is informing Eminem that he has heard the preliminary version of his new music album.


And uh, you know I just gotta be honest with you
Paul is expressing his need to be truthful and straightforward with Eminem about his feedback on the album.


Can you tone it down a little bit? Because
Paul is requesting Eminem to moderate the intensity or controversial language in the album, as it could cause legal issues or hurt his reputation.


There's only so much I can explain
Paul is saying that there are limits to what he can do or say to defend Eminem legally regarding the content of the album.


Give me a call
Paul is suggesting to Eminem to contact him for further discussion or guidance on how to proceed with the album.




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Written by: Marshall Mathers

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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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