From the album Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition), out now: smarturl.it/MTBMBDLX eminem.com / eminem / eminem / eminem shadyrecords.com / shadyrecords / shadyrecords / shadyrecords
Jesus loves you Mr. Sqwash :) I encourage you my friend to continue to build a relationship with Jesus. He wants nothing more than a relationship with you. I’ve linked below a Christian album that also dropped 12/18 that I think will help us all. Gbu bro
he just waited for those getting the fame and them fake ass Grammy awards the get lyrical that all and came back from the "DEAD" and reeducated these fake ass rappers thats all
How insane is it that Em is so famous, so revered, that not only can he drop albums with no promotion and go platinum... but now he can literally keep them unlisted on RU-vid and still get millions of views because people come find the Playlist lol. Crazy.
I think he could be bigger if he promoted, but doesn't care because he's big enough and has all he needs. I feel like some of these tracks could be on the radio or in movies and etc, making him more but doesn't care about money. He's the vet schooling the new age artist. He can get more views off his already fam without promotion. I definitely think he could be bigger though if he promoted this album.
@@danielembach4039 that's just because he only cares about respect in hip-hop. In 2004 he was already the highest selling solo act in hip-hop and imagine over 20 years what amount added to his account 😂😂 my man just has no shits to give, he only wants to make real lyrical hip-hop
@@dylanjordan6772 Yep. The whole side A production was fucking crazy. But I think B side had better beats. B was more basic but the whole album is hard. Not saying A had bad beats, but damn this was nuts.
@@maxcaliolio2819 you're kidding right? It was even reported that deaths listed as covid were from preexisting conditions or pneumonia. Covid itself doesnt kill but maybe like 100 people lmao medias just full of shit.
Nah Mr. Marshall, I comment to get some attention from u. Probably most of the people here tbh. We're all like "Holy crap, not only did this guy climb the wave, but he's still riding it decades later." Thanks for caring for your fans, you do a consistently good job
😂 thank you! First time listening and couldn't decipher it. Literally thought he just repeated the same line over again to bring emphasis on how retarded shit has gotten. Meal > mil makes much more sense.
Lyrics: [Intro] I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah) I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah) Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator That shit doesn't count Shut your motherfuckin' mouth [Chorus] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had [Verse 1] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag) Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad) Unsuccessfully, I might add And I know it's bеst to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with reading everything And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap) But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet) I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic) You need to get off the internet (Internet) You need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit) Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like) Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write) What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him? Can't use that excuse anymore He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach) She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit) I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass) Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit) I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin' Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from) Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from) I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it) I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way) My floor is y'all fool's ceilings If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of Bibles I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha) Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta Explain why they call me your ghostwriter [Chorus] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa) [Verse 2] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest You're still gonna hit the canvas Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's finna hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then Pit it against these pitiful rappers Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then Put your helmet on, strap your chin You're 'bout to get you a crash course in Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for? No offense, but are you retards slow or dense? A fuckin' penny has more sense Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang You're just boring, lame and more of the same You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain The most you can form is rain Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name (Haha) Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth This is my note to self Sometimes you're gonna bomb So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Preemo, take us out [Outro] Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside Credit: genius.com/Eminem-book-of-rhymes-lyrics
a rapper is a writer, the more he raps and the better life experience he has the more profound and better the "writing" will be em is unmatched simply cuz all the rappers look like rookies u r indeed like a fine wine Don't stop even when your hair turns grey
@@Revelation20.10 lmao i know u liked your own comment cos u know no one will like such bs. sometimes he just leaves some stuff like this or maybe he can use in his future ones. eminem and lil wayne already made a song tgether so he chucked that comment of lil wayne ig
@@Revelation20.10 ok so ignoring all the bullshit u said among all that cringe shit u said he aimes at " nick cannon " yet he never even responded to him so according to ur fd up logic nick is a talended battle rapper and em avoided him bcz he knows he can't beat lol
Agreed. You also need the sorta love n passion for music that he has combined with his cleverness and you get Em. But I don’t think anyone will ever be as good at the whole thing as he is. Ever again
@@sk8_ikiller74 his top 5- MMLP The Eminem Show SSLP Relapse MMLP2 The only albums which put him in the goat discussion is MMLP and TES. Rest are good, but not anywhere near the quality of albums that others have put out. Nas is the goat.
This is the first Em track I have heard lately that gripped my attention. It's Raw and good Never stop that Raw. Make good music like this or make no music!
This ending gives me a chill down my spine every single time. Much like Beethoven has an entire era dedicated to him in classical music for how good and innovative he was, basically Eminem will be the same in the centuries to come, he just doesn't know it.
Real emcees hear this with awe at the skill in this flow. It's impeccable. Never fails in his lyrical ability and way of fitting words together. Only a few can do that on a regular basis
[Intro] I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah) I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah) Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator That shit doesn't count Shut your motherfuckin' mouth [Chorus] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had [Verse 1] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag) Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad) Unsuccessfully, I might add And I know it's bеst to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with reading everything And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap) But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet) I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic) You need to get off the internet (Internet) You need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit) Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like) Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write) What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him? Can't use that excuse anymore He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach) She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit) I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass) Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit) I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin' Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from) Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from) I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it) I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way) My floor is y'all fool's ceilings If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of Bibles I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha) Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta Explain why they call me your ghostwriter [Chorus] I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa) [Verse 2] Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest You're still gonna hit the canvas Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then Pit it against these pitiful rappers Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then Put your helmet on, strap your chin You're 'bout to get you a crash course in Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for? No offense, but are you retards slow or dense? A fuckin' penny has more sense Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang You're just boring, lame and more of the same You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain The most you can form is rain Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth This is my note to self Sometimes you're gonna bomb So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Preemo, take us out [Outro] Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside Writin' in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
Even his real name sounds like the name of a king. Marshall Bruce Mathers III. And bearded Em is like the hokage Naruto. People think he's not like before because he's chill while indeed he's chill because he's on Gods level 🤷♀️, waiting for people from others planet probably cause ain't absolutely no freaking one in this earth who raps better than this man right here. You can have a favorite rapper that's for sure, but to find someone at this level smh
I Love It Too But One Problem And Correct Me If I’m Wrong Please, Naruto Stopped Training, Em Is Still Perfecting His Perfected Prowess Great Comparison Regardless Tho 😁🔥
Duuuude whaaaat! Each song keeps amazing me! I became a fan with “Rap God”. I didn’t care for your music but then I heard that song and it blew my mind! I read your interview in some big magazine and I was converted. You are a living legend! The energy, the content, the collaborations and exploring new sounds, while keeping that old school quality and thoughtfulness. Fearless and brilliant. You make masterpieces that tower over the garbage dumps that modern rappers are content to fester in.
Every time a new album comes out, he suprises me. Everything just gets better and better. The entire MTBMB Side B (as MTBMB side a) is dope!! And its ‚only‘ side b!! 🔥🔥
First album i didnt listening to the same day it come out, but happy i get to hear it now 💯☝🏾 now im about to make my own music now ... respect thx for your music growing up
Possibly one of the most simple but fucking killer choruses bro, at this point it's scary to see what else he can create bro like wtf?? But hearing him say he's emptying his book of rhymes it's sad cuz it's coming to a end. Salute to one of the greatest to ever do it, glad I was alive and watched it all. Thanks Em for all the verses and music you gave us when we ain't deserve it.
I remember skipping school with my friends in high school when we knew em was dropping a new song or video, back in THE DAY. I'm gonna call out of work just for nostalgia. Thanks, Em.... You got me through some dark times
I was 7 years old when my Cousin Introduce me to Eminem it Inspired me💪🏽 and I always Felt strong when I plugged in my headset and press play And Listening to him today just made me more Stronger thank you Eminem 🔥💯..
Em, thank you! I've been listening to u since 1997. Come to Moscow, Russia once the covid shit is over. You owe us. I still hear your tracks banging in random cars as I walk around. I'm telling u, 1M+ audience is guaranteed. Could be better than the Prodigy on Red Square.
Eminem + DJ Premier working out all the old sh*t clogging up Em's mind is really a watershed moment in the album and just so happens to be a collaboration we all wanted for a long time! Amazing piece and right on theme. 🤙
Love the play on the ghost "rider" 🤣🤣🤣 a banger on every track really Em on he's best 👌🙌 not that he was ever bad... just everyone expecting him to lower he's lever but is bar after bar... no one stop him
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