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Eminem - Yellow Brick Road |
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[Intro] |
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What we have to do is deal with it when these idividuals are young enough. |
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If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense |
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but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which over. |
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We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. |
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We all have this idea that we should move up from our parents station |
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and each generation should do a little bit better. |
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[Verse 1- Eminem] |
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Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough |
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Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up |
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Let's take this shit back to bassmint |
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And we can disscuss statements thats made on this tape |
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And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love |
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The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy |
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Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit |
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Crossin 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory |
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I'd like to share a story, |
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this is my story and cant no body tell it for me |
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You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here |
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You've made that perfectly clear, |
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I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere |
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From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there |
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From the black side all the way to the white side |
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Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide |
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You may call it a past I call it haulin my ass |
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Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks |
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Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks |
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Them good old notorious oh well known tracks |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Come on lets go back |
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Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode |
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Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place |
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That I once used to call home sweet home |
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[Verse 2- Eminem] |
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I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter |
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Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike |
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Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and van dike |
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And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard |
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And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark |
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To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's them dramas after dark |
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To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's |
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Thats about the time I first met Proof when poof he'd carry on the set |
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Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows |
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At center line, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime |
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He looked at me like I'm out my mind |
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shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme |
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I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place |
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And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike |
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We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit |
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with compound syllables sound combined |
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From that day we was down to ride |
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somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Come on lets go back |
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Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode |
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Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place |
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That I once used to call home sweet home |
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[Verse 3- Eminem] |
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My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school |
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It was cool till your man MC Sham came through |
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And said that Boom was the brain cuz the clan makes troops |
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It was rumors but man god damned they flew |
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Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes |
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I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too |
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And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news |
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Guess who came through next, X clam debut |
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Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green |
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With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend |
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We don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums |
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Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions |
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Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant |
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Me and my man Howard and ??? would go to the mall with 'em |
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All over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin at all |
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We was bein laughed at you ain't even half black |
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You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that |
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And that Flavor Flave clock we gon' have to snatch that |
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All I remember is meetin back at Manix's basement |
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Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this |
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Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time |
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She was tryna two time me and there was this black girl |
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At our school who thought I was cool |
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cuz I rapped so she was kinda eyein me |
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And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gon' say it plus |
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The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs |
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The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it |
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Not only would I become more popular |
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but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time |
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But it backfired I was supposed to dump her |
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but she dumped me for this black guy |
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And thats the last I ever seen or heard or spoke |
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to the oh foolish pride girl |
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But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad |
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But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize |
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I was wrong cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a [bitch?] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Come on lets go back |
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Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode |
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Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place |
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That I once used to call home sweet home |