Текст песни Eminem - Yellow Brick Road, слова песни Eminem

Текст песни Eminem - Yellow Brick Road

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* - first and last quotes are from NPR`s KPBS broadcast of "Culture of Hate." middle quote is from a speech Spiro Agnew made on May 22, 1970.[Intro] *"What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved. Not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country, at times calls (yeah) their throw-away children.""We seem to be approaching (c`mon!) an age of the gross." {*burp*}"We all have this idea that we should, move up a little bit from our parents` station and each generation should do a little bit better."[Verse 1]Aight c`mon, let`s cut the bullshit enough, let`s get it startedLet`s start addressin this issue and open it upLet`s take this shit back to the basement and we can discussstatements that`s made on this tape and this whole origin ofthe music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoyThe music you accuse me of tryin to destroyLet`s rewind it to eighty-nine, when I was a boyOn the Eastside of Detroit, crossin 8 Mile into WarrenIn the hick territory, I`d like to share a storyThis is my story, and can`t nobody tell it for meYou have well informed me, and I`m well awarethat I don`t belong here, you`ve made that perfectly clearI get my ass, kicked damn near everywhereFrom Bel-Air Shoppin Center just for stoppin in thereFrom the black side all the way to the white sideOkay there`s a bright side, a day that I might slideYou may call it a pass, I call it haulin my assThrough that patch of grass over them railroad tracksOh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracksThe good old notorious, so well known tracks[Chorus: repeat 2X]So let`s go back, follow the yellow brick roadAs we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home[Verse 2]I`d roam in the streets so much, they`d call me a drifterSometimes I`d stick up a thumb just to hitchhikeJust to get picked up, to get me a lift to8 Mile and Van Dyke, or steal a God damn bikeFrom somebody`s backyard, and drop it off at the parkThat was the halfway mark, to me Kim had to walkBack to her momma`s, from Chalmers, after darkTo sneak me in the house, when I`m kicked out my mom`sThat`s about the time, I first met Proof with GoofyGary on the steps at Osbourne, handin out some flyersWe was doin some talent shows at Centerline HighI told him to stop by and check us some timeHe looked at me like I`m out my mindShook his head, like white boys don`t know to rhymeI spit out a line, and rhymed birthday with first placeAnd we both had the same rhymes that sound alikeWe was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shitWith compound syllables sound combinedFrom that day we was down to rideSomehow we knew we`d meet again somewhere down the line[Chrous][Verse 3]My first year of ninth grade, can`t forget that day of schoolIt was cool, `til your man MC Shan came throughAnd said that "Puma`s the brand, cause the Klan makes Troops"It was rumors, but man, God damn, they flewMust have been true, because man, we done banned they shoesI had the new ones, the Cool J, ice lamb, suede tooBut we just threw them in the trash, like they yesterday`s newsGuess who came through next, X-Clan debuted+Professor X+ ("Vanglorious") exist in a state of+red, black, and green with a KEY, SISSIES!+Now with this bein the new trend, we don`t fit inCrackers is out, with "Cactus Albums," blackness is inAfrican symbols and medallions, represent black powerAnd we ain`t know what it meant, me and my man Howardand Butter would go to the mallwith them all over our necks like we`re showin `em offNot knowin at all we was bein laughed at"You ain`t even half black; you ain`t `posed to have that homey, let me grab that, and that Flava Flav clock we gon` have to snatch that," all I remember is meetin back atManics`s basement, sayin how we hate thisHow racist but dope the X-Clan`s tape isWhich reminds me, back in eighty-nine meand Kim broke up for the first time, she was tryin to two-time meAnd there was this black girl at our school who thought I was coolcause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein meAnd oh, the irony, guess what her name wasAin`t even gonna say it plus, the same color hair as hers wasAnd blue contacts, and a pair of jugsThe bombest God damn girl in our whole schoolIf I could pull it, not only would I become more popularBut I would be able to piss Kim off at the same timeBut it backfired, I was supposed to dump herBut she dumped me for this black guy, and that`s the last Iever seen or heard or spoke to the "Ol` Foolish Pride" girlBut I`ve heard people say they heard the tape, and it ain`t that badBut it was, I singled out a whole raceAnd for that I apologize (apologize) I was wrong (was wrong)Cause no matter what color a girl is she`s still a ho[Chorus][Outro]Shut the fuck up, you fuckin pieces of shit!Get the fuck away from me you big fuckers!

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