When To Stand Up
Eminem Lyrics


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Artist: dj jazzy jeff f/ eminem and parl yams
(scratched) (3x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell" -> mr. garrison

[eminem]
Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "go rake leaves," I said, "make me!"
I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was still the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap full time
And get the f**k outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this f**kin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image
Break shit!

(scratched) (4x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"

[parl yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why I'm f**kin wit y'all
Run around telling niggas they can f**k wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool keith
F**k like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to f**k you up, so cool cease


Parl yams be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill f**ker leave me the f**k alone
I've been jealous since niggas was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, I've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and em
I guess I just ain't give a f**k like eminem
Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

(scratched) (4x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"

[eminem]
I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a f**k, you better understand that
Two zantacs I give a f**k if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is what I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six more birthdays
And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the f**k asleep
So "i'm the rapper, he's the dj"
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants





(scratched) (5x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"

Overall Meaning

The song "When To Stand Up" by Eminem talks about his rebellious nature from a young age, his strained relationship with his mother, and his dedication to his music. He says that he was born with a middle finger and that his first attempt to flip someone off caused pain. He describes his mother as being unsupportive of his behavior and music, and even kicked him out of the house for making fart sounds. He also mentions his love for music and how he dropped out of school to rap full time.


The second verse is performed by Parl Yams, who boasts about his lyrical skills and how he intimidates other rappers. He talks about not wanting to resort to violence but will do so if necessary. He also mentions his jealousy of other rappers who have achieved success more quickly than him. The song ends with Eminem talking about his disregard for his own well-being and his intention to keep pushing the limits with his music until he dies.


Overall, the song is a commentary on the rebellious and non-conformist aspect of hip-hop culture and how artists use their music to express their perspective on society.


Line by Line Meaning

At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
I was born with a rebellious nature.


The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt
The first time I expressed my rebellion, it came with unpleasant consequences.


Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me
My mother rejected my rebellious tendencies and still resents me for them to this day.


One day she said, "go rake leaves," I said, "make me!"
I refused to follow my mother's orders and opted for defiance instead.


I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid / Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
I was proud to be the first kid ever kicked out of their home for making fart noises.


Arguing with me and mom was on-going / She called law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower
Arguing with my mother was a common occurrence and she even called the police on me once when I broke the lawn mower.


The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen / I went to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
My mother gave me a truck when I turned sixteen, but it was broken and in need of repair.


Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince / And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then
This moment occurred when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince and he and Jeff were still best friends.


I decided to cut class to rap full time / And get the f**k outta the fake school and rhyme
I chose to skip school to pursue a career in rap music and escape the fake environment of school.


Anybody who thinks this f**kin attitude is a gimmick / Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image / Break shit!
Anyone who thinks my rebellious attitude is fake is welcome to come talk to me and see that I truly am this way. I will even break things to prove it to you.


Y'all rappers have never learned / That's why I'm f**kin wit y'all / Run around telling niggas they can f**k wit parl
Other rappers haven't learned anything about true rap music, which is why I am engaging with them. They tell people they can compete with me, but they truly cannot.


I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom / Put your brother in an airlock, choke your mom / Cause any horror like a playoff loss in game seven
I will come to your school and ruin your prom. I will even take things further and cause distress in your family. I can cause just as much horror and devastation as a heartbreaking loss in game seven of a playoff series.


Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans / My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra / Slap my dick like Kool Keith / F**k like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I walk around making fun of people who are more upset than James Evans. My left hand is sharp and can move quickly and tactfully. I have sexual prowess and rule the streets like I have been wronged and have a score to settle.


I don't wanna have to f**k you up, so cool cease
I don't want to have to resort to violence to settle this, so just stop.


Parl yams be the chosen thug / What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug / Run the streets while you're stuck at home / My temper life Bushwick Bill f**ker leave me the f**k alone
I am a chosen thug who creates great music. My rhymes are refreshing and tantalizing. I run the streets, while you are stuck at home. Don't mess with me, I have a tough spirit like Bushwick Bill.


I've been jealous since niggas was windmillin' / These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin' / And moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin'
I have been envious of other rappers ever since they were spinning on their heads. These new rappers are just starting out and my pen is already overflowing with rhymes. My mother always told me to act right, but I have been doing things my own way.


So boy just slow your deck, I've been stealin' / I wet rappers cause it's me and em / I guess I just ain't give a f**k like eminem / Burglarize take busts with the slugs
You young guys need to slow down, I've been stealing the show. I am unstoppable and successful, just like Eminem. I don't care about anything just like him. I am willing to do whatever it takes to succeed.


Come in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin' your club / Put the heat up I teach them niggaz what to suck / And my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch
I will break into your window and bust up everything inside. I will challenge and teach other rappers how to do it right. My younger followers know when to take a stand and when to light up a blunt.


I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso / Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe / Cause I don't give a f**k, you better understand that / Two zantacs I give a f**k if I sound whack
I ended my last show in a strange and ridiculous way. I was drunk, wearing an old and ripped bathrobe. I don't care what people think of me and am happy to take two zantacs to continue sounding the way I do.


Billboard, drugs is what I kill for / I'm happy Gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form / I'm into mingle but I plan to stay single / Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
I am willing to do anything to get onto the Billboard charts, including taking drugs. I am like Happy Gilmore, and can be easily bribed with pills. I like to socialize, but plan to stay single. I enjoy playing bingo and drinking, and watching myself age.


Sike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdays / And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty / As long as my heart beats I'ma keep tryin to see / How much speed I can eat before I fall the f**k asleep
Just kidding, I am turning 24 on Thursday and will have six more birthdays before I commit suicide at thirty. As long as I am alive, I will continue to see how much speed I can consume before falling asleep.


So "I'm the rapper, he's the DJ" / I'm the one that's got the six year old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k" / So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "no!") / Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants
I am the rapper and Jazzy Jeff is my DJ. I am even influencing the way my six year old nephew speaks. Jeff, please scratch the record for me. And to all you haters, you can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants.




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Allen Smith. {aAffect.}

And to anyone who thinks this attitude is a gimmick. . . 20yrs later, still spittin 🔥🔥

Rikki Saturn

" as long as my heart BEATS ima SEE how much SPEED i can EAT before i fall tf ASLEEP!! "

Delivery, flow, ill content, metaphors smh this is definitely one of his golden verses..

Daniel Nielsen

Love this track, Eminem old school love it 😎

PROTOTYPE LEGEND

Of course

DangerMouse

This beat is just awesome! Em still kicking it in 2022.

It'sGotToComeOutSomehow

It's a beaut of a song ain't it?

DangerMouse

@It'sGotToComeOutSomehow It sure is!

SHADOWGHOST

First time I heard that beat was when Biggie freestyled on it

eumorro 99

Muito bom

Bangrui Tools

Em is a beast

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