freestyle 2
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"I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you"
"Aight, yo, yo"
"Beat 'em in the head"

Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'mma' sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e
I'm more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
'Cause I'mma still be a Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise, I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?
Everybody's pissin' me off, even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No shit, I'm a grave danger to my health
Why else would I kill you, then jump in the grave and bury myself?





"Aight, yo"
"Where the fuck y'all at, nigga?"

Overall Meaning

In this particular verse from Eminem's song "Freestyle 2," he begins with a request for an eighth of marijuana, possibly indicating his need for a mental escape from the issues weighing him down. The next line, "beam me up and land me in space" can be interpreted as a desire to escape from reality and all its limitations. He then proclaims himself on top of the world, mocking popular '90s R&B artists Brandy and Ma$e, bragging about being more than just "ill." Eminem's rapping then takes a darker turn as he describes himself as "scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill," a clear reference to Hill's critically acclaimed and emotionally intense music.


The lyrics then go on to paint him as a "human horror film" with a "funnier plot." Eminem acknowledges his growth from his previous alter ego, Madd Rapper, who always had something to say, whether or not he had money. He then humorously jabs at those who flaunt their wealth, boasting about his ability to make fun of others' luxurious yachts while he paddles around in a simple canoe. Eminem then expresses his desire for recognition in the rap world, pining for an award from The Source, while also yearning for a wardrobe he can afford. The verse concludes with Eminem acknowledging his increasing frustration with the world and his need to find solace in drugs.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you
I'm on your side, I support you


Aight, yo, yo
Alright, let's get started


Beat 'em in the head
Overpower them with skill and talent


Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
Give me some weed, let me escape reality and find peace


I'mma' sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e
I'm so good at rap, I'm above successful artists like Brandy and Ma$e


I'm more than ill
I'm extremely talented


Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
My lyrics are so intense, it's like a scary situation


Human horror film
My music is like a terrifying movie


But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
But with humor and relatability that resonates with fans


'Cause I'mma still be a Madd Rapper
I'll always be a passionate rapper


Whether I got money or not
Regardless of my financial situation


As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
As long as I have drugs to fuel my creativity and inspiration


I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
I'll be content with what I have and poke fun at those who flaunt their wealth


But I would like an award
But I still want recognition for my talent


For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
An award from a respected hip-hop publication


And a wardrobe I can afford
And the money to dress well


Otherwise, I might just end up back striking at Ford
Or else I'll be back to struggling and working a regular job


And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?
And people question why I continue to use drugs despite the risks


Everybody's pissin' me off, even the No Limit Tank
Everyone is bothering me, even the powerful No Limit label


Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
It's like they're intentionally disrespecting me


No shit, I'm a grave danger to my health
It's not surprising that my drug use could have fatal consequences


Why else would I kill you, then jump in the grave and bury myself?
I'm aware of the risks of my behavior, but I can't help but embrace it


Where the fuck y'all at, nigga?
Where is everyone, let's get this started




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Marshall B. III Mathers

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@kingcar299

It’s only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford
But I’m more towards droppin’ an a cappella that’ll chop a fella
To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin’
Developin’ anorexia while I’m standin’ next to ya
Eatin’ a full course meal watchin’ you starve to death
With an IV in your veins feedin’ you liquid darvocet
Pumpin’ you full of drugs, pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receivin’ with the asses ripped out of they pants and given
A less than 20 percent chance of livin’
Have a possible placement, it’s a hospital patient
Storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, “I’m still alive!”
Drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pullin’ your Adam’s apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department, I’ve hired an arson
To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start sh*t
Got your b**ch wrapped around my dick
So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with- Absolute mastery



All comments from YouTube:

@jaycorneliuz6619

how the hell did they sleep on em .... man was talented from the on set

@Ferechili

God of rap!

@almostking11

The word play the story of this love it

@kingcar299

It’s only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford
But I’m more towards droppin’ an a cappella that’ll chop a fella
To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin’
Developin’ anorexia while I’m standin’ next to ya
Eatin’ a full course meal watchin’ you starve to death
With an IV in your veins feedin’ you liquid darvocet
Pumpin’ you full of drugs, pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receivin’ with the asses ripped out of they pants and given
A less than 20 percent chance of livin’
Have a possible placement, it’s a hospital patient
Storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, “I’m still alive!”
Drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pullin’ your Adam’s apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department, I’ve hired an arson
To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start sh*t
Got your b**ch wrapped around my dick
So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with- Absolute mastery

@finesselegend2338

Fire 🔥

@darthtroller

I thought this was written in 1998 or 1999, his vocal performance doesn't sound like 1996

@breadboy3182

U Right

@compilationsmania451

This is definitely right before sslp. In the end he says "99 Album out on February 23rd". SSLP was released 23 February 1999.

@accountnotfound6293

No. This frestyle from wake up show

@jamesss8306

Eminem is the most rapper person ever birth .

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