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Eminem - White America
(Prelude)
Am
America! We love you! How many people are proud to be
F
citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights
that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the
freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody
to listen to the words of this song) or so weґre told...
Verse 1
I never wouldґve dreamed in a million years Iґd see, so many motherfuckinґ people who
feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, itґs like a fuckinґ
army marchinґ 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 woulda thought, standing
in this mirror bleachinґ my hair, with some peroxide, reachin 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 mustґve struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz
Congress keeps telling me I ainґt causinґ nuthinґ but problems/and now theyґre sayinґ
Iґm in trouble with the government, Iґm lovinґ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now
Iґm dumping it on...
Chorus X2
White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose,
Shady sits on the shelf/but Shadyґs cute, Shady knew Shadyґs dimples would help, make
ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I
wouldґve sold half, I ainґt have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I
could rap, so fuck school, Iґm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the
fuckinґ studioґs at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels
wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to
the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan
that heґs got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittinґ back lookinґ at shit, wow, Iґm like my
skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?
Chorus X2
Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckinґ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came,
and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/Thatґs all it took, and they were
instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like
them/thatґs why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchinґ with a fine tooth
comb, its like this rope/waitinґ to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me
while I write this, like I donґt like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics,
constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts
early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the
fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now Iґm catchinґ the flack from these
activists when they ragginґ, actinґ like Iґm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say
faggot/shit, just look at me like Iґm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother
fuckinґ spokesman now for...
Chorus X2
Verse 4
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her
character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march
right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace
it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy
of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of
speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! Iґm just
kiddinґ America, you know I love you...
Прислал(а): George_1181 / georg@pisem.net
Am
America! We love you! How many people are proud to be
F
citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights
that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the
freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody
to listen to the words of this song) or so weґre told...
Verse 1
I never wouldґve dreamed in a million years Iґd see, so many motherfuckinґ people who
feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, itґs like a fuckinґ
army marchinґ 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 woulda thought, standing
in this mirror bleachinґ my hair, with some peroxide, reachin 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 mustґve struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz
Congress keeps telling me I ainґt causinґ nuthinґ but problems/and now theyґre sayinґ
Iґm in trouble with the government, Iґm lovinґ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now
Iґm dumping it on...
Chorus X2
White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose,
Shady sits on the shelf/but Shadyґs cute, Shady knew Shadyґs dimples would help, make
ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I
wouldґve sold half, I ainґt have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I
could rap, so fuck school, Iґm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the
fuckinґ studioґs at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels
wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to
the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan
that heґs got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittinґ back lookinґ at shit, wow, Iґm like my
skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?
Chorus X2
Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckinґ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came,
and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/Thatґs all it took, and they were
instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like
them/thatґs why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchinґ with a fine tooth
comb, its like this rope/waitinґ to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me
while I write this, like I donґt like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics,
constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts
early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the
fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now Iґm catchinґ the flack from these
activists when they ragginґ, actinґ like Iґm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say
faggot/shit, just look at me like Iґm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother
fuckinґ spokesman now for...
Chorus X2
Verse 4
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her
character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march
right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace
it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy
of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of
speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! Iґm just
kiddinґ America, you know I love you...
Прислал(а): George_1181 / georg@pisem.net
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