Caterpillar
Eminem feat. Royce Da 5'9' Lyrics


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You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)

I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it comes to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uh, all you niggas my lil' rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets, I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinating
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I'll bring adequate to these patterns and here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in a war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)

This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

You lookin at Atilla
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill
A savage still, the tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offspring's are just moths
If I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah, 'til the shingles come off the roof
We'll shatter the ceilings
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd think I would help you distinguish
A brother from the cream of the crop
Wait a minute, hold up
Like a flash card
Damn dog, is that copyin', or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on you
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancin' on top of a ant,
Trample it and stomp it, smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag and I can't stop goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's is manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-san wax off, you jack-offs
Need to come to grips, like a hand job
The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I do with 'em
Poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and
When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem




I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of "Caterpillar" by Eminem feat. Royce Da 5'9'' allude to the idea that the ongoing fight for social justice the "revolution" will not be captured on television screens, in contrast to the idea of the news covering every bit of history, which had been a trusted medium for society. It is based on a poem by Gil Scott-Heron called "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised," which primarily critiqued society passive mindset during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s. The song highlights their position in the rap game and emphasizes the message that the industry's new players do not match up. The term "caterpillar" refers to the artists that are just starting in the industry, while the term "butterflies" suggests how artists lose their prominence in the music industry. Eminem admits that he is a vicious rapper and is a product of his upbringing. He adds that he has different writing skill facets, and his style is comprehensive and captivating. 


Further in the song, Eminem seeks to distinguish himself from subpar rappers, and Royce dubs himself the "caterpillar," stating that he's yet to grow but still excels. Royce then asserts that he is not competing with Eminem or his peers, but simply started building his own legacy. Royce insults the new generation of rappers who copy others' work. The chorus of the song plainly describes that the number one spot in the industry is so fiercely sought after, overuse becomes meaningless.


Line by Line Meaning

You will not be able to stay home brotha
You won't have the option to just stay at home, brother.


You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You won't be able to escape reality by tuning in and avoiding responsibility.


You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
You won't be able to get high on drugs and ignore important matters when there are breaks on TV.


Because the revolution will not be televised
The significant change happening won't be broadcasted on TV.


This right here for the number ones
This is dedicated to the top artists.


Number ones here with your number one
The highest achievers here with their best work.


You ain't number one, just another one
You aren't the best, just an average participant.


Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now everyone claims to be on top.


Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Raise the alarm, the talented artist continues to impress.


Oh, we in the war
We are engaged in a fierce competition.


Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
In a place where artists with potential fail to survive.


I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
I was influenced by the TV shows and people I grew up with.


If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
If I didn't pursue this career, where would you be?


See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
There's a distinction between us, my lyrics have a big impact on large concert venues.


You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You're insignificant compared to me, while I metaphorically consume powerful adversaries.


You number one when it comes to slaughtered mics
You have a reputation for dominating rap battles.


I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
I strive to be the best role model for my children.


Uh, all you niggas my lil' rapper babies
All of you are like my little proteges


Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
You all imitated my style and became infected with mediocrity.


Don't you grade me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
Don't compare me to these inferior rappers, it's disrespectful for me.


My style got so many different facets, I switch into so many different passions
My artistic style has various dimensions, I easily switch between different interests.


I'm skippin' class to be fascinating
I'm skipping traditional routes to pursue more captivating endeavors.


My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
My writing ability is like a prominent landmark, waiting to become a timeless masterpiece.


Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
If your favorite rapper challenges me, I will quickly defeat him.


Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
I'm annoyed by people celebrating washed-up artists who had their moments in the past.


These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
These rappers only succeed because they plan their moves strategically.


I'll bring adequate to these patterns and here's my battle cry
I will bring skill and talent to these regular music structures and this is my declaration of war.


Kid think your number won't quit
People believe you will remain successful indefinitely.


Number one song, get your number one chick
Having a hit song attracts the most desirable partner.


Number one fly with your number one kick
Exhibiting the most stylish fashion and footwear.


When it's all done then your number gon' switch
Once your success fades, your ranking will change.


Hold up, wait a minute
Wait a moment.


Guess what I'ma never do
Let me tell you what I'll never do.


Show so much respect to you
Express excessive admiration or regard for you.


That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
To the point where I think we are friends, so we're no longer rivals.


That could be the death of you
This could ultimately harm you.


Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
Don't allow someone less intelligent than you to excessively praise or influence you.


And tell you somethin' you never knew
And share information with you that you were unaware of.


Always stay professional
Maintain a level of professionalism.


You always gon' make revenue
You will always generate income.


Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
Avoid having people around who don't have your best interests at heart.


It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
It's normal to have a few regrets in life.


I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
I do what I desire, while they only do what I allow them to do.


Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
Everything these individuals say is completely untrue.


It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
I cannot speak any more honestly or truthfully to you.


Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Remember when you were appreciating the successful artist.


Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar
Don't ever disrespect the artist who was still developing and not yet successful.


You lookin at Atilla
You are witnessing a powerful and ruthless figure.


The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
The insane murderer, representing the early stage of an artist's career.


Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Don't dictate when my rap career should end.


Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill
Especially when your preferred artist isn't even close to being as talented as me.


A savage still, the tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
I'm still a ruthless and aggressive artist, while other tracks are weaker and not a challenge to me.


You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
You're struggling to comprehend that this success is real.


Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
Similar to when Anderson Silva broke his leg during a fight.


And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
And then had his leg tissues hanging loosely.


After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
After attempting to reposition his leg on the floor.


Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
From my notepad to my pen, I'm crazy and intense like fast-blinking eyelids.


You copy me, but you're not
You imitate my style, but you don't possess my talent.


You can't be butterflies
You can't attain the level of success or skill that I have.


My offspring's are just moths
My successors are just inferior versions of me.


If I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
If I see any competition, I will destroy it and eliminate its potential to succeed.


So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Prepare for a major battle, remove all safety measures, and engage in an intense conflict.


Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah, 'til the shingles come off the roof
Just like the characters in the movie 'Set It Off,' we won't stop until chaos and destruction occur.


We'll shatter the ceilings
We will break through the limitations imposed on us.


Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
The rap group Slaughterhouse is present, expressing their defiance.


Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
I speak my mind in my rap lyrics, expressing my thoughts and opinions.


And the language I speak is my mind
The words I use are a reflection of my thoughts and inner self.


Kingpin and Penguin combined
Combining the influence and power of a crime boss with the cunning of a fictional character like Penguin.


Spit like it's King of the Dot
Rap with exceptional skill as if I'm competing in the King of the Dot rap battle league.


A singular thought I'd think I would help you distinguish
A unique idea that I believe will assist in setting me apart and being recognized.


A brother from the cream of the crop
A talented individual from the top tier of artists.


Wait a minute, hold up
Wait a moment.


Like a flash card
Similar to a visual aid used for quick learning.


Damn dog, is that copyin', or payin' homage?
Wow, is that an act of copying or showing respect and appreciation?


It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
It's unfortunate because your father taught you to rap from a very young age.


My dad is your grandfather
My level of talent and success is generations ahead of yours.


I have to rehatch on you
I need to come back and outdo you.


Come back as black wasp
Return as a fierce and formidable force.


Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Partly resembling a yellow jacket, making it difficult to defeat or dismiss me.


Sasquatch dancin' on top of a ant
A large and overwhelming presence compared to something small and insignificant.


Trample it and stomp it, smash it and stand on it
Crush and destroy it, asserting dominance and superiority.


Dammit, I can't stop it
Despite others' attempts, I can't be stopped.


The rap is a vag and I can't stop goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
I can't stop rapping with intensity and skill, much like a tampon inside a vagina.


It's manslaughter
It's a metaphorical killing of the competition.


Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
Defeating and eliminating weak rappers, proving that they can't be considered rap deities.


In fact you're exact opposites
In reality, you are the complete opposite.


You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
You create terrible music and can't even compare to me.


But even Daniel-san wax off, you jack-offs
Even beginners like Daniel-san in 'Karate Kid' can do better than you.


Need to come to grips, like a hand job
You need to accept the reality and face the truth, similar to how one must grasp a hand when receiving a handjob.


The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
The traditional and authentic hip-hop sound is making a comeback and aiming to eliminate mumble rap.


Lumberjack with a hacksaw
An aggressive and skilled rapper with the ability to destroy others' careers.


Number one, but my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I do with 'em
I may be a top artist, but I only use my pencils for writing lyrics and nothing more.


Poop is my pseudonym
Using the term 'poop' as a nickname or alternate persona.


On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and
Sitting on the toilet like a sex worker while taking a bowel movement.


When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
When I'm creating my impressive and impactful rap verses.


These beats are like my saloons
These music tracks are like my favorite places to perform and showcase my talent.


'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
Because my rap verses always contain my clever wordplay.


And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
I don't require any assistance in making my verses flow smoothly.


Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem
It's genuine and authentic, just like my impressive rap skills.


I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
I'm ready to undergo another stage of transformation and artistic growth.


And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you
I'm metaphorically separating you from your roots and then swiftly eliminating you.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Clive Anthony Bright, Gil Scott-Heron, Larry Griffin, Marshall Mathers, Pierre Desrosiers, Ryan D Montgomery, Stuart Lowery, Winston Delano Riley

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@bob3007

Never let someone who's not as smart as you\

Gas you up, and tell you somethin' you never knew\

Don't let people next to you, that don't want the best for you\

It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two\


Royce da 5'9 is under-appreciated talent-wise for sure; but not enough people talk about his character... The level and amount of wisdom Royce can put into his lyrics, while keeping his visceral lyricism and ice cold demeanor, while spitting battle-rapper type punches, is just... something else.... ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JO2o3rDg5hU )

Royce is without peers, on a level completely by himself... ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXi629ypSwY )



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@IProvideLyrics1924

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (Ahh)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (Ahh)

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
You're looking at Attila, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come back as a black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-san whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm flushin' you!



@tonydegregorio4895

You lookin at Atilla
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill
A savage still, the tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offspring's are just moths
If I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah, 'til the shingles come off the roof
We'll shatter the ceilings
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd think I would help you distinguish
A brother from the cream of the crop
Wait a minute, hold up
Like a flash card
Damn dog, is that copyin', or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on you
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancin' on top of a ant,
Trample it and stomp it, smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag and I can't stop goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's is manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-san wax off, you jack-offs
Need to come to grips, like a hand job
The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I do with 'em
Poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and
When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.



All comments from YouTube:

@VlogCreations

Royce first verse was so freakin good. Eminems flow was awesome here, reminded me of recovery/relapse flow

@owenbuttrick8409

Ross you a legend

@raginnova8167

Fuck outa here this his slaughterhouse royce is around flow. Relapse is miles above this

@tisssyyy

Ragin Nova Relapse is trash.

@topa9487

Ragin thought you were gonna say Relapse was miles below but pleasantly surprised :D

@legendary8694

Kurt Mac if you think relapse is trash I’m concerned you’re not 100% an em fan
Only true em fans like relapse and would take a Relapse 2

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@ashleykirkman897

We need a new Bad Meets Evil album.

Royce & Eminem together are just peak.

@ChloefileFIN

My thoughts exactly. Hell: The Sequel is a hella dope album!

@gunotlucio

They make each other better

@masonridgewell8063

Royce definitely sounded much better on Hell The Sequel. @@gunotlucio

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