I've had a serious love affair with Eminem (the rapper, not the character) for a while but kinda forgot I did since he's been MIA for a couple of years. I didn't bother listening to Relapse but I just got around to buying his Recovery CD 3 days ago and it's been on replay since.
I've said before, I love music but I'm not an expert, I just love whatever music makes me feel good. I'm not into battling or underground demo tapes. Any raps I listen to usually paint a picture/story and has the ability to transport me. My top 3 rappers are # 1 Jay-Z (up until 6 months ago, some of his lyrics rubbed me the wrong way so...), #2 Eminem and #3 Andre 3000. (I could add Lil Wayne as #4 and T.I but I'm not a serious fan). I just can't really connect with any other rapper since I haven't had much experience with the "hood", drugs, violence and guns.
Any whooo, this is one of my favorite songs on Recovery, which is hard to choose just one cause they are really good.
I don't know man, Just feels like, we're a lot different, kinda feels like, we're on a whole different page right now. It feels strange but uh, I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like...
I feel like I'm morphin, into something that's so incredible that I'm dwarfin, all competitors.
Better get your girlfriend in check. It's psychological warfare. Endorphin side affect.
His self esteem shatters his dialect. Comes blastin out your deck, "she love's me". Such passion you'd expect this sort of reaction from her. Yet, you strong arm. You're fucken corny. You try to turn your charm on. Cuz you just think your bishop, the Don Juan. But if you think that your fucken with me, homie your on one. I'm cockin my head back like "hey lover, come on son. She's on my johnson. She brings my name up constant." Your boys are like, "She's fucken wit dude. She wants him." Oh boy you better get a clue, she's on my dick cuz I spit better than you. What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closing her eyes, fantasizing of digging her nails in my back to this track.
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
She sitting there gettin liquored up at the bar.
She say's it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are. There's a seven disc cd changer in her car, and I'm in every single slot, and you're not. Aww. I'm the logo on the dallas cowboy helmet. The star, and I'm not about to and just keep rhymin one syllable. Aww. Switch it up, and watch them haters not give it up cuz ya just not good enough. Well I'm not giving up til I get my respect, and I wont stop til I get enough,
cuz I'm not livin up to my own expectations. Aww. That hater alarm is soundin off, that Obama took the bomb from my name. Aww. So quit cryin that I took your dame, homie she's my dame. Aww. You sadly mistakin if you thinkin that I'm not on my game, boy. And thangs just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I sport that white tank boy.
But you got a hard on for me. What you hollerin my name for?
It's your bitch on my dick. Ain't my dang fault. Man, I can't call it.
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
It's like I'm playing lyrical tug of war with your ear. You hear it girl, come here.
Put your ear up to the speaker, dear, while I freak this world premier. Seducin her.
Loosin up with a little freestyle. By the way, am I losing you? Am I makin you look bad?
Well I got news for ya, homie, ya losin her. Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast.
Am I trying to show her how? Let me slow it down some. It's still gonna be a blow out.
You're gonna wanna throw out your whole album.
Rummage through the shit, and try to salvage something to see if you can save any of it,
punk but none of it's fucken with me. Prick, you really feeling that bullshit?
You think you killin them syllables. Quit playing. These beats ain't nothin to fool with.
They call me Fire Marshall. I shut the shit down.
Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round.
I am also the opposite of wht you are like. You are microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic.
I am awesome and you are just aww struck. She's love stricken.
She's got her jaw stuck, from sucken my dick. Aww Fuck.
So don't you seduce. Ain't nobody holds a scoop at what I do.
Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't. She's been stolen from you.
So don't you seduce at what I do. Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't.
She's been stolen from you...
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As I'm sure you know, I like my men a little raunchy (there's however a fine line between raunchy and offensive). Eminem completely teeter totters over that line but I fuck with the lyrics that aren't insulting. I've also been watching 8 Mile....which I'll post about later. His character in the movie as well as the sex scene makes my crush on him a little more intense.
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