
yet rd still outsold the hip hop bible illmaticAnd NOBODY was saying Reasonable Doubt is a classic until Jay Z became super famous and started saying it...
Arguably the BIGGEST myth in hip hop HISTORY...![]()
How was Em talking about random shyt? On the entire song he's talking about his music and how media/critics/public/parents react to it.Em's verse sounded good. When you broke down what Em was saying, it was just a bunch of random bullsh*t strung together. When I was younger, I fell for the "Eminem murdered you on your own sh*t", then I listened to the song again like :cacbaby: is this white boy talking about.
How was Em talking about random shyt? On the entire song he's talking about his music and how media/critics/public/parents react to it.
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids andAnnotate they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with em a minute
Cause, see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't,then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference: they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfukkin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah
That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fukking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's {*Jigga j-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, it's just the
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega,iron under my coat, feeling braver
Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan my pops left me,and often, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown,especially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
Raising my fingers to critics
Raising my head to the sky B.I.G. I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
nikkaz rlly acting like Jay is worried bout nikkaz thinking he got outshined by somebody at this stage of his life
Yall nikkaz kill me![]()
how u gonna say eminem murdered biggie on dead wrong well when biggie and eminem never made a song together.
That was the point I was making...