Mandarin Duck
Majestic and Highfalutin
Why are you asking people to convince you he ain't garbage on a forum where a majority of people hate him
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you answered your own question.Why are you asking people to convince you he ain't garbage on a forum of where a majority of people hate him
Majority doesn't eliminate the entire population of the board.. There are obviously eminem stans on here.
TheSickness
I'll be seeing y'all neggas on the streets
If you're prejudiced against the fact that he's white, don't even do this. He makes explicitly cracker rap with a high level of techincal skill. If the point of the thread is for someone to post a song (any song) and you to respond: 
this was trash ; then there's no point in anyone trying to change your mind
And judging from your thread title ''CACINEM'', you did this for troll sake. 
this was trash ; then there's no point in anyone trying to change your mindAnd judging from your thread title ''CACINEM'', you did this for troll sake. "Technical skill" is often a go-to in conversations about eminem. Maybe I'm missing something
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THAT is the point of this thread
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If his technical skill is what keeps him from being garbage, then post a song where his skill is on display. If possible, indicate the exact line of the song I should focus on.
. THAT is the point of this thread
. If his technical skill is what keeps him from being garbage, then post a song where his skill is on display. If possible, indicate the exact line of the song I should focus on.
If you're prejudiced against the fact that he's white, don't even do this. He makes explicitly cracker rap with a high level of techincal skill. If the point of the thread is for someone to post a song (any song) and you to respond:
WickedGames
Superstar
I don't care for him outside of MMLP really but your favourite rapper probably has Em in his top 5-10 all time
It's pretty obvious to hear eminens strengths. Why you need someone to feed you ? If you don't like him you don't like him
It's pretty obvious to hear eminens strengths. Why you need someone to feed you ? If you don't like him you don't like him
Thank you for not getting real emotional over a simple request. I listened to the song twice following along with the lyrics.
[Verse]
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life's like one great big ball of shyt
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shyt
While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shyt
Can't call it, shyt, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealing with another fukking politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shyt up
Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed-minded fukks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time
Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three
This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shyt off my chest again
Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin'
fukk, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin'
{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shyt out
I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave
Real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bytch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
fukking boiling point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin, bytch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin'
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone
By the way they're running, you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin'
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest
I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock
fukk this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shyt in your face, bytch
I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run!
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life's like one great big ball of shyt
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shyt
While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shyt
Can't call it, shyt, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealing with another fukking politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shyt up
Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed-minded fukks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time
Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three
This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shyt off my chest again
Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin'
fukk, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin'
{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shyt out
I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave
Real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bytch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
fukking boiling point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin, bytch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin'
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone
By the way they're running, you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin'
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest
I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock
fukk this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shyt in your face, bytch
I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run!
I didn't hear anything extraordinary about the song
. I'm open to more suggestions.
Artificial Intelligence
Not Allen Iverson
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This is a decent song. Maybe this is the era of eminem I should explore more of. Still not seeing the technical skill that would have him on anyone's top 5/10/20, but at least it is listenable.
[Hook/Cuts: DJ Lenn Swann]
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
fukk a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shyt is in my hands, here's your lifespan
And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydrating
Hurry up with the cash bytch, I got a ride waiting
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried escaping
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened, brain contemplating
Clean out the register, dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets your description and sketches ya
Then connects you as the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell
And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the Mac
Co-operate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bytch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat
It's murder she wrote, you barely heard a word
As she choked, it wasn't nothing for her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yelling: "Freeze!"
But I'm already wanted for selling ki's
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spelling bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest
[Hook/Cuts: DJ Lenn Swann]
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Left the house, pulling out the drive backing out
Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blacking out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face:
"Shut your yacking mouth
'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp!"
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinking fukk it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car and made a profit, grabbed the tape from out the deck
And lost it out the window like the girl in Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimming pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screaming, "Johnny go in and call the police
Tell em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Acting like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumping kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty-year-old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must'a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a moving dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must'a dropped a Beanie Baby
fukk it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollering "truce-truce"
And surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps
[Hook/Cuts: DJ Lenn Swann]
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
fukk a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shyt is in my hands, here's your lifespan
And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydrating
Hurry up with the cash bytch, I got a ride waiting
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried escaping
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened, brain contemplating
Clean out the register, dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets your description and sketches ya
Then connects you as the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell
And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the Mac
Co-operate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bytch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat
It's murder she wrote, you barely heard a word
As she choked, it wasn't nothing for her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yelling: "Freeze!"
But I'm already wanted for selling ki's
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spelling bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest
[Hook/Cuts: DJ Lenn Swann]
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Left the house, pulling out the drive backing out
Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blacking out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face:
"Shut your yacking mouth
'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp!"
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinking fukk it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car and made a profit, grabbed the tape from out the deck
And lost it out the window like the girl in Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimming pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screaming, "Johnny go in and call the police
Tell em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Acting like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumping kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty-year-old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must'a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a moving dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must'a dropped a Beanie Baby
fukk it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollering "truce-truce"
And surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps
[Hook/Cuts: DJ Lenn Swann]
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate"
"All I see is murder murder, my mindstate"
"Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill"