Eminem’s Biography: Born Marshall Bruce Mathers III on October 17th, 1972. He is the GREATEST lyricist and rapper out there. The end.

R.I.P. Big Proof.

They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun
Cos time won’t wait for no one
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

I never would’ve dreamed in a million years I’d see,
So many motherfuckin’ people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it’s like a fuckin’ army marchin’ in back of me, so many lives I
Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays, ’till it stays stuck in your head for days and
Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin’ my hair, with some peroxide,
Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how
Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must’ve struck a chord, with somebody
Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain’t causin’ nuthin’ but problems, and now
They’re sayin’ I’m in trouble with the government, I’m lovin’ it, I shoveled shit all my life,
And now I’m dumping it on...

Proof:"They say its never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey Bo, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to quarten alot, if theres a guy around me say somethin
If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin
When he took my homie, snook was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It aint never late in the game, Satan remains
With a grudge to see slugs break through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress youngins is sucked in
To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain’t got enough skin"

..

I’m so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I’m not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon holdin’ to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at Rock ’N’ Roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with this cocky Caucasians
Who think I’m some wigga who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
Till I’m grabbing my hair and I’m tearing it out
You’ve been driving me crazy, I can’t take it
I’m racing, I’m pacing, I stand and I sit
And I’m thankful for every fan that I get
But I can’t take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won’t sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I’m glad...cause I Am whatever you say I am.

"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 pinup pictures on their walls all day long...IDOLOIZE THEIR FAVORITE RAPPERS AND KNOW ALL THEIR SONGS"

I feel like I’m walkin a tight rope
Without a circus net
I’m popping Percocet
I’m a nervous wreck, I deserve respect
But I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I’m engaged
And my daughter’s down to her last diaper
That’s got my ass hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I’ll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry’s and average half pinters
While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

..

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you’re seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn’t work, so it’s easy to misinterpret it at first,
Cuz when i speak, it’s tongue in cheek
I’d yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue
I’d slice my gums, get struck by fuckin’ lightning twice at once
And die and come back as vanilla ice’s son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung
Like R Kelly as soon as "bump n’ grind" comes on
More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a
plane
Aimed at the World Trade, standin’ on Ronnie’s grave,
Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids love it"

No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry
You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y’all feelin’ the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
’till I get a call that god’s coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny
I can spit in ya face while your standin’ across from me, no apologies

All I hear is, I’m best at this an I’m best at that,
but I don’t hear my name No man brought up in rap
and I don’t usually trip or dare get caught up in that
but when they say one of the best, im nowhere thought of as that
Not even the same league as Jay-Z
Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they’ll name me
Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ
or say "he ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay-Z
Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat
but I ain’t never bought no whole CD of Shady
And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-i-o
And they play ’em 20 times in a row daily"
And that very well may be the same reason they don’t say me
when they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me
Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
and make it big-big-big-big-b-baby

They said I can’t rap about being broke no more
They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more
(AH!) Slut, you think I won’t choke no whore
’til the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more?!
(AH!) These motherfuckers are thinking I’m playing
Thinking I’m saying the shit cause I’m thinking it just to be saying it
(AH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gonna shoot you
I’ma pull YOU to this bullet, and put it through you

"I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide ’em
If some shit ever just pop off, I’m supposed to be beside ’em
Now the Ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There’s a certain line you just don’t cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie’s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I’m exhausted
And I’m so caught in it I almost feel I’m the one who caused it
This ain’t what I’m in hip-hop for, it’s not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build
It wasn’t my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin"

eminem interview on shade 45

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