Stimulate
Eminem Lyrics


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Psst, hey, listen
Yeah (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
I love my job (woo)
Makes me feel like Superman
(Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Can you fly? I can, wanna see?

I'm only entertainin' you, my
Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high
And take you and I
To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man who's on the mic
So let me entertain you

My lyrical content is constantly under fire
No wonder why I constantly bomb back
To combat attacks with constant concepts
When lyrics are constantly took out of context
Failure to communicate with Congress has
Been a problem for the longest, I guess
But maybe one day we can make some progress
Food for thought, see how long it takes to digest
Feeling good when I should be ashamed
Shit, I really shoulda fell but I stood, see, I came
Like a flame in the night, like a ghost in the dark
There's a ray, there's a light, there's a hope, there's a spark
But when planets collide, they'll never see eye to eye
Until they decide to set their differences aside
And this is why only one of us will survive
So children, follow my lead and feel the vibe, because

I'm only entertainin' you, my
Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high
And take you and I
To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man who's on the mic
So let me entertain you (yeah)

My music can be slightly amusing
You shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusin'
Tryna separate the truth from entertainment
It's stupid, ain't it? I get sick of tryin' to explain it
See, I could sit and argue with you, but it goes beyond
Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond
'Cause I came here to uplift, let your woes be gone
Tell 'em to get fucked and just mosey on
Constantly movin', constantly usin'
The Constitution as a form of restitution
Bless the children, nothin' less than brilliant
Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams
I'll be here when y'all are gone, rebuilding
World revolving, still evolving, still Slim
How many kids'll copy? Probably millions
But I'ma do this as a fuckin' hobby 'til then, 'cause

I'm only entertainin' you, my
Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high
And take you and I
To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man who's on the mic
So let me entertain you (yeah)

My lyrical content contains subject matter
That sucks up all these fucked-up young kids
At a alarming rate, common denominate
Add it up and you'll see just why I dominate
I try to stimulate, but kids emulate
And mimic every move you make, "Slim, you great"
But wait, can't you see I'm only here to entertain?
I gotta be the one to go against the grain
'Cause man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it's inhumane
For me to see you be influenced and pretend you ain't
But they don't understand that I've been through pain
If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain
But you can't just stand there and try to judge
It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And it's such a pleasure, every button that I touch
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but

I'm only entertainin' you, my
Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high
And take you and I
To a place you that can't see but I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian




Just the man who's on the mic
So let me entertain you (yeah)

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's song Stimulate, the artist aims to entertain the listener while also commenting on the challenges of being a rapper with controversial lyrics. Eminem explains that he is constantly under fire for his lyrical content and how it can be taken out of context. However, he argues that his music should not be taken too seriously and that he is only here to entertain, uplift and stimulate his audience. The song emphasizes that his goal is to make the listener high and take them to a place where they can't see, but he believes they can fly.


Further in the song, Eminem discusses the fact that his music can be slightly amusing and that people should not take his lyrics seriously. He acknowledges the criticism that his music receives and that he has been under fire for not having good communication with Congress. However, he makes a jab at the criticism and how ridiculous it can be, comparing himself to Robbie Williams, and notes that he is only doing this as a hobby.


Throughout the song, Eminem addresses how the youth tends to be influenced by music, and that he aims to stimulate, but not to influence them. In the end, he stresses that he is just a man on the mic trying to entertain you, just like the goal of the song Stimulate.


Line by Line Meaning

Psst, hey, listen
Attention grabber to the listener


Yeah (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Agreement to the listener


I love my job (woo)
The artist loves his job


Makes me feel like Superman (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
The artist feels powerful and invincible, like a superhero


Can you fly? I can, wanna see?
The artist challenges the listener by saying he can fly, and invites them to see for themselves


I'm only entertainin' you, my
The artist is acknowledging that his only goal is to entertain the listener


Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high
The artist's aim is to stimulate and excite the listener


And take you and I
The artist wants to take the listener on a journey with him


To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly
The artist believes that he can take the listener to an imagined world where they can fly


I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
The artist's intentions are purely for entertainment, not to cause harm


I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
The artist isn't responsible for the listener's actions or well-being


Just the man who's on the mic
The artist is simply the person on the microphone


So let me entertain you
The artist invites and encourages the listener to let him entertain them


My lyrical content is constantly under fire
The artist's lyrical content is frequently criticized


No wonder why I constantly bomb back
The artist retaliates against criticism with more music


To combat attacks with constant concepts
The artist fights back against attacks with new and fresh ideas


When lyrics are constantly took out of context
The artist's lyrics frequently get taken out of context, leading to misunderstandings


Failure to communicate with Congress has been a problem for the longest, I guess
The artist believes that his lack of communication with Congress is a long-term issue


But maybe one day we can make some progress
The artist remains hopeful for a future where communication with Congress improves


Food for thought, see how long it takes to digest
The artist offers something to think about, and questions how long it will take for people to understand it


Feeling good when I should be ashamed
The artist feels good about himself despite feeling like he should be ashamed


Shit, I really shoulda fell but I stood, see, I came
The artist is proud of himself for standing up after experiencing adversity


Like a flame in the night, like a ghost in the dark
The artist compares himself to something elusive and mysterious


There's a ray, there's a light, there's a hope, there's a spark
The artist believes that there is always a ray of hope, even in dark times


But when planets collide, they'll never see eye to eye
People may have disagreements that they will never see eye to eye on


Until they decide to set their differences aside
People must put their differences aside in order to come together


And this is why only one of us will survive
If people cannot come together, there will be conflict where someone may not come out alive


So children, follow my lead and feel the vibe, because
The artist encourages the listener to follow him for guidance


My music can be slightly amusing
The artist's music can be entertaining and somewhat humorous


You shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusin'
The artist advises the listener not to take his lyrics too seriously, as they may be confusing


Tryna separate the truth from entertainment
People may struggle to distinguish between the truth and entertainment


It's stupid, ain't it? I get sick of tryin' to explain it
The artist finds it exhausting to constantly explain his music and how it should be consumed


See, I could sit and argue with you, but it goes beyond
The artist acknowledges that he could argue with the listener, but there is more to it than that


Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond
The artist refers to himself as a bleach-blond rebel, someone different from the norm


'Cause I came here to uplift, let your woes be gone
The artist's intention is to uplift the listener and take them away from their problems


Tell 'em to get fucked and just mosey on
The artist tells the listener to ignore anyone who doesn't understand or appreciate his music


Constantly movin', constantly usin'
The artist is always on the move and using his creativity


The Constitution as a form of restitution
The artist uses the Constitution as a way to make amends for past injustices


Bless the children, nothin' less than brilliant
The artist wants to protect and empower children, acknowledging them as brilliant beings


Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams
The artist compares himself to Robbie Williams, another entertainer


I'll be here when y'all are gone, rebuilding
The artist will still be here, creating music even when others have moved on


World revolving, still evolving, still Slim
The world is still revolving and evolving, just like the artist (Slim shady)


How many kids'll copy? Probably millions
The artist acknowledges that many people will copy and imitate his style


But I'ma do this as a fuckin' hobby 'til then, 'cause
The artist will continue to create music as a hobby, no matter how many people follow him


My lyrical content contains subject matter
The artist's lyrical content covers various topics and issues


That sucks up all these fucked-up young kids
The artist's music attracts vulnerable and troubled young people


At a alarming rate, common denominate
The rate at which young people are attracted to the artist's music is concerning and shows a common denominator


Add it up and you'll see just why I dominate
When all of these factors are added up, it becomes clear why the artist is so dominant in the music industry


I try to stimulate, but kids emulate
The artist tries to excite and motivate young people, but they often end up copying and imitating him


And mimic every move you make, 'Slim, you great'
Young people idolize and praise the artist, copying his every move


But wait, can't you see I'm only here to entertain?
The artist reminds the listener that he is only here to entertain, not to be emulated or copied


I gotta be the one to go against the grain
The artist takes pride in being different and going against the norm


'Cause man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it's inhumane
The artist experiences and feels many things, but some of it is inhumane and difficult to express


For me to see you be influenced and pretend you ain't
The artist doesn't want young people to be influenced by him and pretend that they're not


But they don't understand that I've been through pain
People may not comprehend that the artist has experienced pain in his life


If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain
The artist reveals that if people really knew him, they could gain a friend


But you can't just stand there and try to judge
The artist doesn't want the listener to judge him without really knowing him


It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
The artist acknowledges that people may be jealous of him, and that jealousy is painful for everyone involved


And it's such a pleasure, every button that I touch
The artist takes pleasure in being able to push people's buttons and mess with their emotions


I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but
The artist treasures every individual who falls prey to his lyricism, but this power is fleeting




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, 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

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