Untouchable
Eminem Lyrics


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Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a

White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar

Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at?
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
Throw your ass in the van cuffed
You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Talked to like, you're just a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
To the sixties, having black skin is risky
'Cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a

White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar

Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, but McDonald's
Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
So how can we have higher standards?
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops madder
That's why it's at a stalemate
And can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
A subconscious racist
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us
And education sucks, and every day's another
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can't escape the sirens
Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in
The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
And we're trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil's face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
It's more like billy clubs and gats
And we really love it when you think we're guilty 'cause we're black
"But you kill each other, facts
You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats"
Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a Derringer
Or be "capped in America" like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
All we see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach Congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag but
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
If you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed




Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Untouchable" by Eminem talk about two contrasting experiences in America: a white man’s freedom and a black man’s imprisonment. The black man is trapped in a cycle of oppression and discrimination, while the white man is free to pursue his dreams and aspirations. The song is divided into two parts: the first half is from the perspective of white police officers who profile and harass black people and the second half is Eminem talking about the struggles African-Americans face under systemic racism. The chorus is notable for repeating "White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar", which expresses the idea that a white man can achieve anything he wants in America and is immune to the struggles of other races.


The first half of the song portrays the police officers as biased and discriminatory, with lyrics such as "probably comin' from the dope house" and "when we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us". The second half sheds light on the inequalities that black people face in America, including the wealth gap, police brutality, and systemic oppression. Eminem points out the hypocrisy of America's national anthem, which "claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals that had its Natives killed". The song aims to raise awareness about the struggles faced by the African-American community and the need for systemic change.


Overall, "Untouchable" is a powerful social commentary on race relations in America. Eminem adopts two personas in the song, highlighting the different experiences of black and white Americans. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of America's history of racism and inequality, while also calling for change and accountability.


Line by Line Meaning

Hands up, officer don't shoot
I surrender, please don't shoot me


Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
Behave appropriately, don't engage in criminal behavior


We may never understand each other, it's no use
We will never truly comprehend each other's experiences and perspectives


We ain't ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
We will never fully comprehend the struggles and challenges faced by each other


Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
You, as a black boy, deserve honesty and truth


Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
We, as society, have prejudiced views towards you, based on your skin color


Pull up on the side of you
Approach you in our vehicle


Window rolled down, 'profile'
We stereotype you based on your appearance


Then we wonder why we see this side of you
We question why you react in a certain way, but fail to consider our own actions


Probably comin' from the dope house
Assuming you are involved in illegal drug activities


We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We might overlook minor infractions, but your broken tail light gives us reason to harass you


We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
We suspect you are hiding illegal substances


On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
You will face another drug-related charge, leading to imprisonment


And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
If a pursuit occurs, we are prepared and equipped


Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
We aim our gun directly at you, finding pleasure in the thought of shooting you


In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
Shoot you in the back, then casually approach and use a taser on you


Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
This situation is messed up, but I feel helpless to change it


I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
I try to encourage myself to keep pushing forward


No matter how many lives you ruin
Regardless of the negative impact on people's lives


It's for the red, white and blue
I justify my actions as serving the country


Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
Now, it's time to target someone else and inflict severe harm


No one's ever indicted you
Nobody holds you accountable for your actions


Why? 'Cause you're a
The reason is simply because you are a


White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
As a white person, you are seen as successful and privileged


My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
My mother advises me on how to navigate life


But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
I ignore her advice because I have a tendency to forget and not retain information


The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
I am indifferent to the impending doom of the world


Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar
I believe I am untouchable and superior due to my fame and success


Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We, as society, fail to understand and appreciate your culture


We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
We disregard the ways in which the government has oppressed and mistreated you


Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
We dismiss the notion that your behavior stems from these circumstances


Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at?
We cynically question the origins of your grievances and resentment


Why you kicking that soda can?
Why are you expressing frustration by kicking that soda can?


Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
Adjust your clothing, we are about to approach and confront you


Throw your ass in the van cuffed
We forcefully detain you and place you in the van in handcuffs


You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
We refuse to disclose our motives or strategies to you


Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
We conceal our true intentions, so you must prove you are not a threat


And put our minds more at ease
Doing so will alleviate our suspicions and concerns


Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
Otherwise, we will shoot you in the throat, forcing you to comply or face death


We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
We are engaged in a battle against crime, and the police are arriving


Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
Attempting to rid the streets of minority communities


That's what we call 'em pigsties for
Derogatorily referring to those areas as pigsties


They're like eyesores to police
The presence of these communities is unpleasant to the police


Talked to like, you're just a piece of trash
We disrespectfully address you as if you are worthless


Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
It seems like we are trapped in an unchanging, oppressive situation


As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As I express these truths, I receive conflicting responses


As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
As the beat returns to its previous state, it feels like we are regressing


To the sixties, having black skin is risky
Being black is still a dangerous and precarious existence, akin to the 1960s


'Cause this keeps happening
Because this mistreatment and discrimination persist


Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
African-Americans have faced systematic mistreatment and oppression across time


And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
I acknowledge moments when being white has been shameful


Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
White men, on average, have longer life expectancies


Is more than twice than a black life span
Black individuals, on average, have significantly shorter life expectancies


I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I ponder if this discrepancy in life expectancy is influenced by economic valuation


I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I contemplate giving up on life, as I feel trapped in this situation


I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
I would prefer to hear racial slurs instead of facing real-life hardships


Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
Using alternative words like 'ninja' makes the derogatory remarks seem less offensive


But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
That's the reality we face, constantly burdened by financial struggles


And can't find answers
We are unable to find solutions or explanations


We're applying, but McDonald's
We are attempting to secure employment, but only find opportunities at McDonald's


Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
It appears that McDonald's is the only big company willing to hire us


So how can we have higher standards?
How can we expect more when our options are limited?


As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
The Dallas shooting incident takes attention away from the Black Lives Matter movement


We fight back with violence but acts like that are
In response, some individuals resort to violence, but these actions are


Black eyes on the movement
Detrimental to the overall reputation and progress of the movement


Which makes black lives madder
These violent incidents fuel anger within the black community


At cops and cops madder
Which, in turn, intensifies the animosity between the police and the black community


That's why it's at a stalemate
This is the reason for the current impasse and lack of progress


And can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
Both sides fail to find a middle ground, leading to a conflict resembling covert operations


I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
I contemplate if increasing the number of black police officers would improve the situation


The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
We, as black individuals, consider the neighborhood our home, not just a drug-infested area


Call the attack dogs off of us, man
Stop the aggressive and overly physical response towards us


You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
You consistently exhibit anger and hostility towards us during routine traffic stops


And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
The actions of corrupt police officers tarnish the reputation of the honest ones, so please cease


Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Deploying white police officers into predominantly black neighborhoods


Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
These officers are not familiar or accustomed to the community, yet it is seen as a suitable approach


Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
They have only seen music videos featuring rappers brandishing firearms


And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
Their lack of interactions with black individuals leads them to act fearful and apprehensive


And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
This fear and prejudice towards black individuals is a form of racism


A subconscious racist
Their racial bias operates on a subconscious level


Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
They question the existence of predominantly black neighborhoods


'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
The United States enforced racial segregation, assigning black individuals to specific areas


Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
They deliberately separated and marginalized us through housing policies like Section 8


When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us
The only time we receive attention is when we engage in destructive behavior


And education sucks, and every day's another
Our education is subpar, and each day brings new challenges


Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Incidents like Freddie Gray's death or police brutality agitate and incite us


Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
Why do they view us as insignificant and disposable, like dryer lint?


We just want a safe environment for our kids
We simply desire a secure and nurturing environment for our children


But can't escape the sirens
Yet, we are constantly exposed to the blaring sounds of police sirens


Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
It is evident, even without scientific analysis, that our inclination towards violence is rooted in


The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in
The high crime rate stems from the poverty and deprivation we experience


The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
Those in the lowest socioeconomic classes face significant barriers and hardships


And we're trapped in these racial biases
We are ensnared in these prejudices based on race


That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
These biases afflict our society, causing heightened levels of anxiety


Every time we see a devil's face
Whenever we come across a police officer, whom we perceive as an oppressive authority figure


Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
Metaphorically expressing our fears and anxieties


It's more like billy clubs and gats
Our fears manifest as encounters with police wielding batons and guns


And we really love it when you think we're guilty 'cause we're black
We sarcastically relish in the assumption of guilt solely based on our race


"But you kill each other, facts
People argue that we harm each other, which is true to an extent


You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats"
We engage in violence against each other over trivial matters such as fashion attire


Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
A single mother facing challenges in battling substance addiction


While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Meanwhile, individuals with little to lose resort to violence over material possessions like shoes


Fuck your Republican views
Disregard your conservative political ideologies


Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
We are told to be self-sufficient, but lack the necessary resources and opportunities


And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
The streets themselves tell stories, making comics unnecessary


Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
We don't need to idolize superheroes to understand the struggles of being black


You better be strapped with a Derringer
You should protect yourself by possessing a small concealed firearm


Or be "capped in America" like Steve Rogers
Alternatively, you risk being shot, a reference to the superhero Captain America


'Cause no one oversees these cops and
There is no proper oversight of these police officers, and


All we see is 'em beat charges
All we witness is them avoiding accountability for their actions


We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
We witnessed them brutally beat Rodney King, leaving him unconscious, yet they faced no consequences


So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
We reject the hollow gestures of goodwill from corrupt police officers


Just keep marchin', 'til we reach Congress
Instead, we will continue protesting and demanding change until our voices are heard in Congress


But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
Critics and authorities will dismiss our efforts as unreasonable and without merit


If you try to slander the flag but
If we criticize or speak out against the flag, then


Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
Someone must be willing to bear the burden and suffer the consequences


So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
Thus, they label it as a Kaepernick-induced tantrum, referring to Colin Kaepernick's protest


If you don't stand for the national anthem
If you choose not to stand during the national anthem


We raise it, you better praise it
We raise our voices to express our discontent, and they demand our praise


Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Otherwise, they will make you feel like a traitor, and


Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Subject you to disrespect, similar to how Rodney Dangerfield was treated in his comedy routines


Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
The supposedly courageous nation is still plagued by racist practices


So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
Consequently, the entire country feels like an oppressive plantation


In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
In a nation that boasts a foundation built on the principles of the United States


That had its Natives killed
A nation that exterminated its native inhabitants


Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
Compelling you to sing the national anthem, promoting patriotism


To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build
To a mere flag symbolizing freedom, while it was built on the forced labor of slaves




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Emile Haynie, Mark Batson, Denaun Porter, Tommy Chong, Gay Delorme, Richard Marin, Duval Clear, Andre Brown, Tyrone Kelsie, Eric McIntosh

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The lyrics !!!
Pt. I

[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you're on another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do?
I keep telling myself keep doing like you're doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her
'Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)

[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don't have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you'll get shot in the thyroid, 'cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna' clean up these streets from all these minorities
That's why we call them pigstye's for
They're like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you're a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we're drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American's have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassing to be a

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her
'Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I'm a (big rockstar)

Pt. II

[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape my circumstance
I'd rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better to describe banter
But that's life
Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying for McDonald's
It seems like the only franchise that'll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that's why it's at a stalemate
Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
'Cause they ain't acclimated to 'em
Like that's the way to do it
Who's seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight'd us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
And streets act as a narrator
Don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don't need all your crooked police peace offerings
Just keep marching, til' we reach congress
But they gonna say you're tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don't stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build



@nikhilchand969

Lyrics[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you're on another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do?
I keep telling myself keep doing like you're doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her
'Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)

[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don't have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you'll get shot in the thyroid, 'cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna' clean up these streets from all these minorities
That's why we call them pigstye's for
They're like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you're a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we're drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American's have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassing to be a


[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her
'Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I'm a (big rockstar)

Pt. II

[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape my circumstance
I'd rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better to describe banter
But that's life
Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying for McDonald's
It seems like the only franchise that'll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that's why it's at a stalemate
Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crook spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
'Cause they ain't acclimated to 'em
Like that's the way to do it
Who's seen some videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight'd us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
And streets act as a narrator
Don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don't need all your crooked police peace offerings
Just keep marching, til' we reach congress
But they gonna say you're tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But someone has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don't stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build



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@gansotheonly1683

Listen good to this Eminem was sending the message for us! People hated my man for nothing 🤦🏽‍♂️ G.O.A.T💯

@davidanyamele2996

Facts 💯

@emgo-at7398

True! The real will prevail! 💯🐐
Rip george.

@andreawheatley5528

They still do, Em's friends were practically all black, he knows.

@andreawheatley5528

RIP GEORGE FLOYD 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏, NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE

@8LyJu8

@Andrea's MS World M's friends ARE practically all black. Can't imagine the stress for him of seeing Proof's son growing up and knowing how it could end up.

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@samisbiggaytm8763

As a person of color, this hits so close to home that I almost cried. Especially for my African American brothers and sisters. Stay strong.

@hahanikka

It's ok to cry brother

@RGD-wi3oj

We stand with u my brother ❤️🖤

@incandescentserendipity

yes we stand with u

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