Steve Berman
Eminem Lyrics


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Mr. Berman?

What?

We have Eminem here to see you

About fuckin' time
Send him in
Steve
Good to see you, man
Um, hey, I just
Well, look who decided to show his face
I hope you've had fun in the last four years
Look man, I apologize again for
For shooting me?
Do you know I lost the use of my right arm?
Again, it was a mistake, it was a terrible
Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?
And then you go and do what? Hide out?
Stay in Detroit for almost five years
While the music industry melts the fuck down?
Do you know how many people lost their jobs
Because of your fuckin' vacation?
Well, that's actually why I'm here
I was gonna put out some new music
And I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion
Do I really need to hear it?
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about it
And my tragic love life" Am I on to something here?
Come on, man, it's not like that
You know what? Just hand the fuckin' thing over
I'm done talkin' to you
Think you can just come and go as you please
Big selfish superstar?
Steve, I had a drug problem
"Oh, poor me, I had a drug problem"
Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town?
You know what?
Hey, hey, hey
Just lay the shit down on my desk, and get the fuck out
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesus Christ, man
Alright, alright, here, fine
What's this shit? Two CDs?
That's what I've been tryin' to tell you, man, there's two albums
Just get out
Alright




Get the fuck out
Alright, man, see you later

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song Steve Berman depict a conversation between Eminem and his former record executive, Steve Berman, after a four-year hiatus from the music industry. Berman is clearly angered by Eminem's absence and considers the break to be selfish, given the number of people who lost their jobs during the music industry's decline. Berman is dismissive of Eminem's intentions to play new music and assumes that it will be another "poor me" album that revolves around the rapper's fame and tragic love life.


Eminem attempts to defend himself by revealing that he had a drug problem, to which Berman sarcastically responds that having a drug problem is nothing special in the music industry. In the end, Berman begrudgingly accepts the two CDs of new music and tells Eminem to leave.


The lyrics of the song provide insight into the tension and frustration that can exist between a musician and their record executive. Additionally, it shows the pressure that musicians can face to continually produce new music, even if it means sacrificing their health or well-being in the process.


Line by Line Meaning

Mr. Berman?
Eminem wants to speak with Steve Berman.


What?
Steve Berman responds.


We have Eminem here to see you
Eminem is present to speak with Steve.


About fuckin' time
Steve's tardiness is noted.


Send him in
Steve allows Eminem to enter his office.


Good to see you, man
Steve greets Eminem sarcastically.


Um, hey, I just
Eminem begins to speak.


Well, look who decided to show his face
Steve chides Eminem for his long absence.


I hope you've had fun in the last four years
Steve mocks Eminem for his hiatus from the music industry.


Look man, I apologize again for
Eminem tries to apologize to Steve.


For shooting me?
Steve interrupts and brings up an incident where Eminem shot him.


Do you know I lost the use of my right arm?
Steve reveals the consequences of the incident to Eminem.


Again, it was a mistake, it was a terrible
Eminem tries to explain and apologize for the incident.


Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?
Steve asks Eminem about his attire.


And then you go and do what? Hide out?
Steve accuses Eminem of hiding in Detroit.


Stay in Detroit for almost five years
Steve highlights how long Eminem was absent from the music scene.


While the music industry melts the fuck down?
Steve comments on how the music industry suffered due to Eminem's absence.


Do you know how many people lost their jobs
Steve laments the impact of Eminem's absence.


Because of your fuckin' vacation?
Steve blames Eminem's absence for negative consequences.


Well, that's actually why I'm here
Eminem explains why he came to see Steve.


I was gonna put out some new music
Eminem shares his plans for releasing new music.


And I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion
Eminem seeks Steve's feedback on his new music.


Do I really need to hear it?
Steve is skeptical of Eminem's new music.


Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
Steve predicts the theme of Eminem's new music.


I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
Steve mocks the theme of Eminem's music.


And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about it
Steve ridicules Eminem's music as self-centered.


And my tragic love life" Am I on to something here?
Steve continues to mock Eminem's music.


Come on, man, it's not like that
Eminem defends his music.


You know what? Just hand the fuckin' thing over
Steve eventually agrees to listen to Eminem's new music.


I'm done talkin' to you
Steve changes the subject.


Think you can just come and go as you please
Steve accuses Eminem of acting entitled.


Big selfish superstar?
Steve wishes to criticize Eminem's behavior.


Steve, I had a drug problem
Eminem shares information about his past struggles with drugs.


"Oh, poor me, I had a drug problem"
Steve mocks Eminem's struggles with drugs.


Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town?
Steve dismisses Eminem's drug addiction as typical for the industry.


You know what?
Steve gets frustrated with Eminem.


Hey, hey, hey
Eminem tries to calm Steve down.


Just lay the shit down on my desk, and get the fuck out
Steve asks Eminem to leave after listening to his music.


Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesus Christ, man
Eminem is surprised by Steve's reaction to his music.


Alright, alright, here, fine
Eminem hands over his music to Steve.


What's this shit? Two CDs?
Steve is surprised by the amount of music Eminem has produced.


That's what I've been tryin' to tell you, man, there's two albums
Eminem explains to Steve that he has produced two albums.


Just get out
Steve dismisses Eminem from his office.


Alright
Eminem accepts Steve's request to leave.


Get the fuck out
Steve insists that Eminem leave his office.


Alright, man, see you later
Eminem says goodbye to Steve.




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Written by: Dean Geistlinger, Marshall Mathers, Paul Rosenberg

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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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