blog for the moment
25.09.2006., ponedjeljak
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Square Dance by Eminem (Intro) People!! It feels so good to be back. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new and improved, you know who Verse 1 Never been the type to bend or budge, the wrong button to push, no friend of Bush/I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese. I'm a pitbull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease/All these people I had to leave in limbo, I'm back now, I've come to release this info/I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple, can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? Noooo!/Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off/and follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from séance to séance, aw-a-aw-sh-a-aw Chorus X2 C'mon now, let's all get on down, let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a good ol' time/Don't be scared, cus there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, let your hair down, and square dance with me! Verse 2 Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back. Boo! The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back/with a plan to ambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate's face in, push this generation/of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like, this white hot light/that I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt, oh no I won't leave no stone unturned/Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there/oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirut and do a show there/yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted, while you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen/till you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin, inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping/open the plastic and then you stand back gasping, fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'/all this terror America demands action, next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'/to join the army or what you'll do for their Navy. You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen/You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans. I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me/Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say Hussein, you say Shady/My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait, arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me! Chorus X2 Verse 3 Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me, nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me/nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully, there's nothin' you can do to me, stab me shoot me/psychotic, hypnotic product I got it the antibiotic, ain't nobody hotter and so on/and yada yada, god I talk a lotta hem de lay la la la, oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta/ keep movin', there's more music to make, keep makin' new shit, produce hits to break/the monotony, what's gotten into me? Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies/on your knees, got you under siege, somebody you would give a lung to be/hun-ga-ry, like a fuckin' younger me, fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free/yah buddy, laugh it's funny, I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing/I'm past bluffing, pass the K-Y, let's get ready for some intense, serious ass fucking! Chorus X2 Outro Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me / Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me / X to the Z, wants to square dance with me / Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me / Cana-bitch, won't square dance with me / Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me / Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me / Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you / Yee-Haw!!! moja aj pjesma Sing For The Moment by Eminem Verse 1 These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care/He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out/cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out/His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go... Chorus C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)/Sing for the year (Sing It)/Sing for the laughter/ sing for the tear (C'mon!) / Sing it with me/Just for today/Maybe tomorrow/The good Lord will take you away... Verse 2 Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me/Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass/But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you/To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad/So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns/That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me/They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B/It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?/I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! Chorus Verse 3 They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued/See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool/not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Chorus X2 Cleanin Out My Closet by Eminem Verse 1: (Yeah) I Think you got the biggest brown eyes And you know how to part your lips to tantalize, sure (Yeah) You can get any man you want goin' and you do it And don't say you don't know you do Chorus Well, baby, I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore So quit it Bridge: I love you, I love you, I do, little girl But you ain't gonna cheat on me I need you, I need you, I [2: really] do, girl Choose, is it him or me (is it him or me) Verse 2: (Yeah) Just 'cause I ain't been sayin' it, girl You should be ashamed of what I've been seein' - bad (Yeah) You better watch your step or, girl You can bet you're gonna lose the best thing you ever had Chorus Well, baby, I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore So quit it Guitar solo: Bridge: I love you, I love you, I do, little girl But you ain't gonna cheat on me I need you, I need you, I [2: really] do, girl Choose, is it him or me (is it him or me) I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore [repeat to fade] i ove dve |
