Rhyme Or Reason – Eminem
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Rhyme Or Reason – Eminem Testo:
(What’s your name?) Marshall (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t have one My mother reproduced like the Komodo Dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of locomotive with rap, I’m loco It’s like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum About to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm (Your music usually has them) (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn’t) (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan) A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and, I’m also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog Can’t even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..) Its on a rampage, couldn’t see what I wrote I write small (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD So as long as I’m on the clock punching this time card Hip hop ain’t dying on my watch [Hook:] But sometimes, when Im sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Dont got, I dont care, dont have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone ‘Cause theres no rhyme or no reason for nothing [Bridge:] Nah, (What’s your name?) Marshall (Whos your daddy?) I dont know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Ha ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) NO [Verse 2:] If he had, he wouldnt have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldnt be so mad, my attitude wouldnt be so bad, yeah, dad I’m the epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancing Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, Im in the style department With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content Completely, despondent, and condescending The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead Guilty, ’cause I sparked a revolution Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap To take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip hop is the devil’s music) Is that me? It belongs to me? ‘Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns That don’t honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch ‘Cause it’s the [Hook] It’s the time of the season, when hate runs high And this time I won’t give it to you easy When I take back what’s mine, with pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan, my job here isn’t done ‘Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing [Bridge:] (Whats your name?) Shady (Whos your daddy?) I dont give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) [Verse 3:] So yeah dad let’s walk Let’s have us a father and son talk But I bet we wouldn’t probably get one block Without me knocking your block off This is all your fault Maybe that’s why I’m so bananas I appeal to all those walks of life Whoever had strife Maybe that’s what dad and son talks are like ‘Cause I related to the struggles of Young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they’re ripping out their fucking hair again It’s hysterical, I chuckle ‘Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckle heads The sign on my hustle says “Don’t knock” The doors broken, it won’t lock It might just fly open, get cold-cocked You critics come pay to me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but can’t take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word ’cause I’m promoting my passion ’til I’m passed out Completely brain dead Rainman Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas, I’m angrier than All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef ‘Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look For a fucking reason for it that ain’t there I still am a CRIMINAL Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS The last Mathers LP done went diamond This time I’m predicting this one will go EMERALD When will the madness end, how can it when There’s no method the pad and pen The only message that I have to send Is “Dad, I’m back at it again.” Bitch (who’s your daddy?)
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