The Conspiracy
Eminem Lyrics


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Okay (yeah)
It's about that time again (haha)
Green Lantern
That's right
G-G-G-G-G Unit
(Shit)
Shady
We back (Invasion)
Part two
The Conspiracy

'Cause we ain't gonna never stop
You just keep wasting your energy on us
You should find something to do with your time, time
And quit fucking with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come on, Em)

They say I'm day away from my entire empire crumbling
Speak up your mumbling
What the fuck-a you's a bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby
This is Shady I know you was
Bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would ge-go away
But weeble mable weeble wobble
But we don't fall down like
Jam Master Jay's two turn tables
Our label's just too stable
Your magazine so motherfucking thin
You using staples to hold it together
It's turning back into a newspaper
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking at you
At least now I can see when Nike's got a new tennis shoe
But-but I guess no good news is always good good news
Moving on to bigger and better things, chicka chicka jeera
50's blowing up, his shit just keeps going up
What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck is Norah Jones?
Shady, wait a minute, baby, leave the whore alone
Just go up there and be humble and take them awards home
Bush has just declared the world a fucking warzone
And meanwhile we got a war going on of our own at home
My fucking mind's blown
Tryna figure out how to fight my own clone
Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so bright
Especially at night after a hit of ecstasy, ain't that right?
Whoa, wait a minute, I'm rambling
Back to the matter at hand, it's Green Lantern
With Elvis Presley, the selfish MC
Back to ruin rap and destroy the industry
Single handedly and, oh man, did we
Yeah me and 50, Obie, me and Twizzy
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't dope lyrically
So fuck what you heard and what you read about
We ain't ruining rap, baby, we're just trying to weed it out
Shady in the place to be see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months

Haha
Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we can hear you motherfuckers talking
'Cause we can't
We don't hear y'all




So we just gonna sit back for the rest of our lives
While you ride our dicks

Overall Meaning

"The Monster" by Eminem ft. Rihanna is a song that highlights the struggles Eminem has with his alter-ego, Slim Shady. The song begins with a skit that features two men debating the living situation of two other men. This skit can be interpreted as a metaphor for the internal struggle that Eminem faces with Slim Shady. He acknowledges that there are two sides of him, and they are constantly at odds with each other.


The first verse features Eminem addressing his haters and critics, stating that he must be subliminally throwing Viagra at them because they have hard-ons for him. He also mentions that nothing is off-limits in his rhymes, except for Michael Jackson's nose, which is a reference to the late singer's plastic surgery. Eminem then apologizes for offending anyone and mentions having an apology for Steve Harvey in his pocket, which he eventually discards with a "fuck you." The second verse features Rihanna singing the chorus, which talks about how fame can be a monster that takes over your life. The bridge of the song features Eminem reflecting on his career, mentioning that he's sold millions of records and that he's grateful for his success.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo (ayo)
The song begins with a greeting or a call to attention.


What do you think about two grown ass men living together?
The rapper is posing a rhetorical question to the audience, which he intends to answer himself in the next lines.


Haha, alright (Whoo Kid)
The rapper acknowledges the presence of someone, likely a DJ or producer, who is referred to by name.


Well, what do you think about another grown ass man Living right upstairs from 'em?
The rapper continues his previous question, adding a hypothetical scenario to emphasize his point about the absurdity of the situation.


Well, them two grown ass men living together on my nuts And that's you right above 'em Get the fuck off 'em
The rapper expresses his annoyance with the two men who are apparently obsessed with him, and tells the person above them, likely a neighbor, to leave him alone.


When I rhyme, somehow I think I must be subliminally throwin' Viagra at these fags that got these hard-ons for me
The rapper jokes about the power and influence of his music, suggesting that it has a sexually stimulating effect on some of his male fans.


But I suppose anything goes when it comes to my flows Nothin' is off limits, except for Michael's nose
The rapper acknowledges that his lyrics can be controversial and offensive, but he draws the line at mocking the physical appearance of a deceased celebrity.


I didn't know, I'm so sorry, please tell me what I can do To make it up to those of you who I offended Ooh, I got it, I got an apology for Steve Harvey too It's in my pocket, uh, wait, here it is, fuck you
The rapper mocks the idea of apologizing for his controversial lyrics, suggesting that he doesn't take such criticisms seriously and is unwilling to modify his artistic expression to please others.


Hey, what do you say, Andre? What's new?
The rapper addresses another artist by name, possibly as a way to show respect or to establish a connection between their respective works.


Life is good, man, I'm chillin', 50, how 'bout you?
The rapper inquires about the well-being of another artist, indicating a sense of camaraderie or friendship among their circle.


Yayo's out of jail, Buck is out on bail We'll get through, we always do ODB, rest in peace, G-G-G-Unit
The rapper acknowledges the return of two other artists from legal troubles, expresses his admiration for a deceased rapper, and pays tribute to his own label and collaborative group.




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Written by: 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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