Every time I make a beat I feel so shit because it sounds so bland and repetitive compared to an Eminem song, but it's not until you listen to an Em instrumental that you realize it really is the vocals that gives the song the spice.
It actually makes me cringe whenever I see people rapping in the TH-cam comments section. It's so fucking cheesy and lame when reading lyrics that are *always* about how 'hard' they are; It's so fucking ironic. I mean, you guys are rapping about how much shit you've made it through, how good you are at rapping, and/or how much money you (don't) make.. *on TH-cam*. You can't hear the tone, how they pronounce the words, how fast they'll speak a word, hear when they'll pause a word, drag on a syllable, and well, literally everything else that defines something as a song, rather than just text. Tell a girl how hard you 'laid it down' on a TH-cam comment section, and see how impressed she is.
I'd say its the only way people can music attention for free, the only reason i do it is just for fun to see if people like it or not, i have no interest in making it as a famous rapper
Yeah Yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark are ya? [Verse 1] You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peep But because I'm hungry She smells like taco's I want to eat Visions of hot choclatey marshmallows Also sweet With sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am My music box [Chorus:] Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep But i can hear u my love, you keep calling me I want the world to know, you mean the world to me So when you call me to come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep I hear my music box, playing a song for me So wont you whirl around, and do a whirl for me And want you be my private dancer [Verse 2] I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sobered gross I foam like a doberman, mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins, I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortition of love, sent from above, Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her And climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha! I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
My past is like the jingle of a music box. It plays over and over again couldn't refuse what I forgot. If my life was like a song then I'd hit the pause button. I'm just a poet, violence was here I didn't cause nothin'. If living is like dying, then I'm a walking corpse. I won't take your life, I'll just be stoppin' yours. -Sikco
Dr. Dre is a beat wizard and arguably the best ever but Eminem is a producer as well and his hit songs Till I Collapse, The Way I Am, Shake That, Beautiful and almost all of The Eminem Show were produced by Marshall. Dre produced pretty much all of Relapse but Em always has his hand in the beats.
Yo, yeah girl, Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box) I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippin's, I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love, sent from above, Forced and treat 'em all ? stingy I've become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box) And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box) If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box) Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box) So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
this is the music box, where the music drops, the next mc usually not, it's not about talent, it's whether you use em or not, and what you put in is what your gonna get out, do what you need to do immediately, strategically so you can see your tree,
I decided one day to learn every lyric from this song. I’ve always believed Em was untouchable as far as lyrical complexity and versatility as a rapper, that being said it took 2 hours to learn the first and second verse, the final one took 4 hours. I enjoyed every second 🫶
The beat will start and pacen your heart/ as I begin to creep up for a peak, I sneak/ around, I'm right up against the oblique/ brick wall, I go from tall to small/ and begin to crawl my way away from the wall/ my speech is drawl as I fall then sprawl/
Kid Swayze you kids need to wait for my release on my mixtape of this song and you will understand. ill find your account again when i do and send u the finished product. real artists dont post their lyrics in youtube comment sections.
grahamyodude real artist waahhh? lolol real artist do whatever the fuck they want. grats on your mixtape but that don't mean shiiit. all the hate for posting a few lyrics fucking around on an instrumental.. people be acting like youtube is for professionalism or something /:
Baron Samedi VI call me the ninja, ill sneak up on you in the dead of night, your catching z's squeezing pillows tight, hows a kitten guna win against a wolf in a fight, ill pour petrol on you and let my words ignite, my vocab is far sparce, like a bbw with too much ass, bitches breaking stitches just trying to touch their own toes... im a white rapper experienced in prose, just remember those in glass houses shouldnt throw stones, ill throw words that will make you wanna break you own bones, you set the bar but im taking it home, i out wrote your arse without smoking home grown, your a jester im the king on throne, so dont play me at my game go find you own...
Jose Rivera Yes, while crafting this masterpiece I was heavily influenced my Eminem's Shady 2.0 Cypher as well as the mastermind Politikz and his hit single "Real Hip Hop".
Cold as ice i remain,infact let me freeze tha rain, I might even just melt my veins Un predictable as i am i pop Never to be seen again never heard of im not Rewritin i put a fullstop,period or tha dot Let me show you wats in this mike,its my floss
What's the possibility that you came just so u can live with me, So we can enjoy each others company memories made layed thrown out in the street. The aquaintance that we claimed and the trust that we must speak Played heavy on the muscle that controls if we ever go past the peak If we ever go past the job, are we ever gon make it large Are we gonna ever be together though we tore each other apart Or are we gonna lay up as if everythings running their part Their course that leads to nothing The lovely sound of the music box
You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked, so I go to creep Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams' I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse-whippin's I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack Leavin' the corpse drippin', the mortician of love, sent from above Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
im avoiding fire like i spotted tracers, evasive manuver then spray bullets shreddin through armor like paper, then watch him fade like tapers, luckly ejected safetly without smashin through the canopy no heart breaker, i aint no killer but im down to fight for life, and if i hit that splitting road then best believe im goin right, meaning wrong's opposite concequence is accomplishment, of the mission i started from the first moment i seen light, to me the day the world began, the day i became a
What if we could leave this place we call earth, In an instant it might feel similar to rebirth, At first you might look at it as a curse, Like a stolen purse, but it's much more, You have no idea what's in store, If your not interested I don't mean to bore, And if you are get ready to eat the apple down to the core, Once you go in you'll be ready for more, And after you go life will no longer be a chore, You be relaxed like your sitting on the shore, Don't ignore and open up the door
I spit well, I swallow sharks and I spit whales So when I use big puns You GETTIN big Ls Aw man I can see the envy Ever since I flowed like Dmx Ya ex DMed me I'm so magnificent Flow is ridiculous Dudes wanna get rich and die trying over 50 cent The masked messiah will slaughter you Break you down into a molecule I exhale fumes more toxic than rocket ships If your the face of rap that makes me the cosmetologist Call it Pangea drift the way I move the continents. The flow is synonymous to flawlessness Fuck the politics Used to be anonymous, now I'm prominent Used to be a recessive trait Now I'm dominant From an apartment to touring continents Out in Europe Boston and Compton I conquer ya consciousness Yall need to ketch up like condiments It's appearnt, your parents don't know what a condom meant It's triz one of gods promises Slick like Rick I'm sick As jigsaw with thick 6 inch scars Jack rip is at large And he has a female manikin Named Madison She needs surgery She wants to be a man again Enough shenanigans No time for panickin I crossed over to the dark side to speak to Anakin He makes money these days selling opium And lives in a trailer park the same one obis in Got the whole room filled with weed smoke And make em high High enough to step on the sky, And say goodbye To the angles in heaven Fly since age 11 Conversations with God Shocking the reverend
im layin in the park after ark while the snow is fallin, the whisperin and mumbles in my head just keep on callin, with blood on my chin i hold a steady grin like the grinch my bodys frozen to the bench silence not movin not a flinch ponderin upon the wonderin souls that lurk all around me the spirits of death have arrived and will not be departin without me And there she hangs from a tree i think nothin of it i take her down tie up her limbs and play here like she was my puppet the white boy..
Grew up way too fast shoulda listened to mother, Smokin' up on gas chillin' with my brothers, Tellin me to take it slow son find a wife, Lemme just write the shit that's in my life, Ma I wanna do right and maybe find the light, But tonight my minds on higher sights, She cryin' for me son make it to heaven please, I knew I wouldn't make it by the age of seventeen, What fun is life without little bits of sin, What fun is there other then whiskey vodka gin, I'm still lookin' for them maybe I should repent, But it's just so hard for me to pretend, I could do it on the mic for my family right, Haven't seen them in ages wonder what my family's like, I've been left so much I can't see Randy's right, In the darkness so much I can't see candies light, Should I continue it went wrong on a family hike, Saw my songs thought I wouldn't get Grammys SIKE, Bitch I made that off my own homes Camry type, I'm in my zone like Al Capones own mammys life,
In a rap ill never take a defeat, i be crusin down the street, spittin bars to a eminem beat ,with 50 Gs and 2 glocks all stashed in the jeep. Feelin like i won the lottery but you aint stoppin me, bout to bring the havoc like prodigy, so enough with all the fuckery, keep the gun tucked comfortablee.
Hollow inside, holla outside, somebody passes next to me by, hi and bye, resume to the point I got high never mind, I'm blind sometimes, but my vision is saturated with colors like I took dmt inject it in my arteries bloody atmosphere, everything so crispy but faded, when I stare at nothing is like a knife cuts my eyes double - bladed deeply inside, my cone cells drip down, my iris bleeding 'till my cornea turned into hole groove pupil diarrhea, i want to be unconcious, but lucidity haunts me and maybe i like, maybe i'll shit on it, trying to be the best but i can't as much as i pretend to be what i ain't, always in war with me, armistice won't pay it.
brooze u quick, i choose the skrews for a crusafix, moods will flip, lunatic, blue been rude to kids, shrooms are sick, use that shit to defuse a script, glued to this, doom your crib, gettin loose on trips!
Słyszę jak bit się zaczyna Wiem oczym napisać Wchodzę klik jak maszyna E co mi , dopamina Jak tu żyć , gdzie criminal A może dziś , będzie finał Nie mój bit ale killout Palę splif mamy chillout Znów porywa mnie muzyka Lewituje, chwila mija Rapem pluje , kwasy slina Ono w moim dna Rodzą się co dnia Gonią za samplem bez snu To ich patent do tchu Może ma sens i boom Rozwalę cały ten gnuj Wytykam palec i ch##j Muzyka to jak mój nabuj Jestem bronią, matrycą Dłonie płoną gdy piszą Może zadzwonią bo usłyszą Kto wali po głośnikach A kto pali po ulicach Jestem w domu jak w boxie Nie ufam nikomu jak forsie W końcu ziomuś na propsie
Ok, but do you think Eminem just stood there and waited for Denaun to make the beats for him? No, pretty sure Eminem told him to switch things up and such.
god, i love the "twinkling" tune mixed with the base and beat. Its like a gritty reboot of a bedtime tune. Eminem is so rediculously good
Dre produced every beat on relapse apart from beautiful
M y m u s i c b o x
And my darling
And careful what you wish for
@@bumblebee9716 lmao
Not cwywf
one of the best music box beats ever. hip hop version
I love this song because it doesn't need words to tell the story :3
If you listen closely, you can tell the music box is actually off sync with the drums. It’s not really noticeable in the song but still a little fact.
this beat literally does make you not want to sleep
"You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep"
Well, let's put this to the test.
**sets music box as alarm**
The hardest beat EVER made by Dr Dre 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Every time I make a beat I feel so shit because it sounds so bland and repetitive compared to an Eminem song, but it's not until you listen to an Em instrumental that you realize it really is the vocals that gives the song the spice.
It actually makes me cringe whenever I see people rapping in the TH-cam comments section. It's so fucking cheesy and lame when reading lyrics that are *always* about how 'hard' they are; It's so fucking ironic. I mean, you guys are rapping about how much shit you've made it through, how good you are at rapping, and/or how much money you (don't) make.. *on TH-cam*.
You can't hear the tone, how they pronounce the words, how fast they'll speak a word, hear when they'll pause a word, drag on a syllable, and well, literally everything else that defines something as a song, rather than just text.
Tell a girl how hard you 'laid it down' on a TH-cam comment section, and see how impressed she is.
I'd say its the only way people can music attention for free, the only reason i do it is just for fun to see if people like it or not, i have no interest in making it as a famous rapper
yo isaac thats to long for anyone to read so why don't you just go take yall broke ass home dawg
Ewan Feek then read the last part and get the message was sending. dog.
your a yellow asian?
Ewan Feek
i aint know who he is
i aint agree with him
i aint like ya word "yellow asian" so ya nigga or cracka is better??
wow nice job looping the last 10 second's of the song and playing it over and over
I WANT A REAL MUSIC BOX WITH THIS AWESOME SHIT ON!!!!
i fucking love this instrumental
I love the beat to this song so powerful and dangerous
This Beat Is Crazy !!
Show your awesome writing prowess, oh wonderful writer!
This Is The Beat I Was Looking For
this is beautiful
Thank u 🙏
Fukiin insane bars man!!
This beat for some reason sounds just like the song Treason by Akir and Immortal Technique because of the chimes. Great track i reccomend
U reminded me to listen to immortal technique again. Many thanks
DAMNN THAT BOI KILLLED IT!!
MMFWCL for this wicked beat Thanks EM, Thanks Dre! whoop whoop!
Yeah
Yeah girl
Can you hear that?
It's playing our song
Are you sleepy?
Take a nap
You're not afraid of the dark are ya?
[Verse 1]
You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep
'round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peep
But because I'm hungry She smells like taco's I want to eat
Visions of hot choclatey marshmallows Also sweet
With sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street
He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams
I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am
My music box
[Chorus:]
Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep
But i can hear u my love, you keep calling me
I want the world to know, you mean the world to me
So when you call me to come, I will answer
Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep
I hear my music box, playing a song for me
So wont you whirl around, and do a whirl for me
And want you be my private dancer
[Verse 2]
I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sobered gross
I foam like a doberman, mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know
I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked
I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts
I dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortition of love, sent from above,
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
And climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her
with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha!
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
My past is like the jingle of a music box. It plays over and over again couldn't refuse what I forgot. If my life was like a song then I'd hit the pause button. I'm just a poet, violence was here I didn't cause nothin'. If living is like dying, then I'm a walking corpse. I won't take your life, I'll just be stoppin' yours. -Sikco
Man it goes perfect with the beat.. flow was smooth
Yo Tyler your a beast man.
Dr. Dre is a beat wizard and arguably the best ever but Eminem is a producer as well and his hit songs Till I Collapse, The Way I Am, Shake That, Beautiful and almost all of The Eminem Show were produced by Marshall. Dre produced pretty much all of Relapse but Em always has his hand in the beats.
good bass my sub was moving good
What a sinister beats!
Very phsychopathic music
looped but its better than the other ones ive heard
Good Instrumental ...so Underground
Yo, yeah girl,
Can you hear that? It's playing our song
Are you sleepy? Take a nap
You're not afraid of the dark? Are you?
You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep
Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep
But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street
He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with Jon Benet Ramsey
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box)
So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know
I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked
I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts
I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box)
So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippin's,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent from above,
Forced and treat 'em all ? stingy I've become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her
With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My music box)
And when we're world's apart, you mean the world to me (My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box)
I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box)
So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)
i wanna get this tune in an actual music box :-)
This is dope
YOu Hear The Beat As It Makes Ya Not Wanna Go To Sleep :)
I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked so I go to creep
Round back with binoculars, Not cuz I wanna peep
Because I am hungry she smells like Tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street
Everything i never see you again then will go the rain
spitting ill to this!
Em made these beats, you can tell, Dre's production is alot different.
stfu what the fuck do you know
@@nava6474 He’s most likely right
@@urbanistgod I know about eminem's production and I know this wasn't him
@@nava6474 Funny cuz I also know about Eminem production. I know a lot about the beats he made and what kind of beats he makes.
@@urbanistgod Dre did this, Eminem would address himself as a producer if he would have done it
ya'll both are wrong, eminem's first recorded record that dre heard, the "Infinite" album, was mostly produced by Mr. Porter (Denaun) back in the day.
this is the music box, where the music drops, the next mc usually not, it's not about talent, it's whether you use em or not, and what you put in is what your gonna get out, do what you need to do immediately, strategically so you can see your tree,
Pretty good.
It's just repeating over and over
nice loop
Song actually is so good
@blistershot hell yesss
It's a loop
That's what beats are made from smh
😂😂lmao
Brandon Williams this ones just not well done
@@rapsac1813 Yea
yeah, i noticed, it's the outro played in a loop, because the beat came in too soon in the intro....
Nice Dre beat 🎹🎶
yeah he produced almost everything on the slim shady LP besides my name is and guilty conscious
lol thankss bro your raps are good too we should collab
we love you
I decided one day to learn every lyric from this song. I’ve always believed Em was untouchable as far as lyrical complexity and versatility as a rapper, that being said it took 2 hours to learn the first and second verse, the final one took 4 hours. I enjoyed every second 🫶
if u guys like the insturmentals so much, dont thank eminem , thank dr dre
Thanks dr dre
Thanks dr dre 😇
i like this
muito foda esse beat
yes safe 4 da instrumental fam
The beat will start and pacen your heart/
as I begin to creep up for a peak, I sneak/
around, I'm right up against the oblique/
brick wall, I go from tall to small/
and begin to crawl my way away from the wall/
my speech is drawl as I fall then sprawl/
This is the future and your still wack
It's far easier and more effective to type stuff up. Plus it can be backed up on multiple flash drives and stored somewhere safe.
Lol you know you are bad at rapping when you put your lyrics into youtube comment sections. I wouldn't dare give you novices my rhymes.
cause your rhymes limited. I comment my shit all the time, people take it im not stressin, got baars for days. (8
pshh you probably just suck and don't wanna expose anyone to such shit.
Kid Swayze you kids need to wait for my release on my mixtape of this song and you will understand. ill find your account again when i do and send u the finished product. real artists dont post their lyrics in youtube comment sections.
grahamyodude real artist waahhh? lolol real artist do whatever the fuck they want. grats on your mixtape but that don't mean shiiit. all the hate for posting a few lyrics fucking around on an instrumental.. people be acting like youtube is for professionalism or something /:
Baron Samedi VI
call me the ninja, ill sneak up on you in the dead of night, your catching z's squeezing pillows tight, hows a kitten guna win against a wolf in a fight, ill pour petrol on you and let my words ignite, my vocab is far sparce, like a bbw with too much ass, bitches breaking stitches just trying to touch their own toes... im a white rapper experienced in prose, just remember those in glass houses shouldnt throw stones, ill throw words that will make you wanna break you own bones, you set the bar but im taking it home, i out wrote your arse without smoking home grown, your a jester im the king on throne, so dont play me at my game go find you own...
yo yo
im a lyrical spiritual spiritual lyrical lyrical individual lyrical spiritual criminal, in your swimming pool uh
TheN1ckz best one so far bro
+TheN1ckz OKAY YOU WATCH TOO MUCH FILTHY FRANK
+TheN1ckz caaaaan somebodi gibe de pusi pls?
+TheN1ckz that was an eminem line from a freestyle he did in the backroom with slaughterhouse
Jose Rivera Yes, while crafting this masterpiece I was heavily influenced my Eminem's Shady 2.0 Cypher as well as the mastermind Politikz and his hit single "Real Hip Hop".
my 2nd instrumental to rap with look out for me
dam dem beetz b crayZ yo, sup, bro, fo-sho!
*sigh*
tru dat
*smirks*...cute cat
sick
You're wrong too. The first Eminem song Dr. Dre heard was the Slim Shady EP. But it WAS produced by Denaun. Eminem is a producer too.
hail to the creator!
nice!
Cool
Cold as ice i remain,infact let me freeze tha rain,
I might even just melt my veins
Un predictable as i am i pop
Never to be seen again never heard of im not
Rewritin i put a fullstop,period or tha dot
Let me show you wats in this mike,its my floss
Życie daje kopa w dupę
Jak na bicie , puste słowa
Serce całe zepsute
A może kurwa nie żyje
that bass ......
What's the possibility that you came just so u can live with me,
So we can enjoy each others company memories made layed thrown out in the street.
The aquaintance that we claimed and the trust that we must speak
Played heavy on the muscle that controls if we ever go past the peak
If we ever go past the job, are we ever gon make it large
Are we gonna ever be together though we tore each other apart
Or are we gonna lay up as if everythings running their part
Their course that leads to nothing
The lovely sound of the music box
You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked, so I go to creep
Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep
But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street
He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams'
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know
I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked
I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts
I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park, my music box
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse-whippin's
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack
Leavin' the corpse drippin', the mortician of love, sent from above
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her
With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
Truth...
sueno en el beat perrosko
im avoiding fire like i spotted tracers, evasive manuver then spray bullets shreddin through armor like paper, then watch him fade like tapers, luckly ejected safetly without smashin through the canopy no heart breaker, i aint no killer but im down to fight for life, and if i hit that splitting road then best believe im goin right, meaning wrong's opposite concequence is accomplishment, of the mission i started from the first moment i seen light, to me the day the world began, the day i became a
The word is music producer and eminem learned how to produce beats from the master himself - dre.
Nice loop, but can we have the instrumental?
if eminem wouldnt have met dr dre, he would know how to do any of the beats, so good game
Whoever made the god-damn beats they are still god as fuck. honestly I don't care who made them.
anyone noticed that you can rap the lyrics to medicine ball over any beat?
What if we could leave this place we call earth,
In an instant it might feel similar to rebirth,
At first you might look at it as a curse,
Like a stolen purse, but it's much more,
You have no idea what's in store,
If your not interested I don't mean to bore,
And if you are get ready to eat the apple down to the core,
Once you go in you'll be ready for more,
And after you go life will no longer be a chore,
You be relaxed like your sitting on the shore,
Don't ignore and open up the door
I spit well,
I swallow sharks and I spit whales
So when I use big puns
You GETTIN big Ls
Aw man I can see the envy
Ever since I flowed like Dmx
Ya ex DMed me
I'm so magnificent
Flow is ridiculous
Dudes wanna get rich and die trying over 50 cent
The masked messiah will slaughter you
Break you down into a molecule
I exhale fumes more toxic than rocket ships
If your the face of rap that makes me the cosmetologist
Call it Pangea drift the way I move the continents.
The flow is synonymous
to flawlessness
Fuck the politics
Used to be anonymous, now I'm prominent
Used to be a recessive trait
Now I'm dominant
From an apartment to touring continents
Out in Europe Boston and Compton
I conquer ya consciousness
Yall need to ketch up like condiments
It's appearnt, your parents don't know what a condom meant
It's triz one of gods promises
Slick like Rick
I'm sick
As jigsaw with thick 6 inch scars
Jack rip is at large
And he has a female manikin
Named Madison
She needs surgery
She wants to be a man again
Enough shenanigans
No time for panickin
I crossed over to the dark side to speak to Anakin
He makes money these days selling opium
And lives in a trailer park
the same one obis in
Got the whole room filled with weed smoke
And make em high
High enough to step on the sky,
And say goodbye
To the angles in heaven
Fly since age 11
Conversations with God
Shocking the reverend
what's with everyone dropping off at not end worthy bars?
Goofy ahh lyrics 🤣🤣
Holy fuck amazing
You should actually thank Dr dre for teaching Eminem how to make beats so well. HE was the mentor, but Eminem was the direct creator.
im layin in the park after ark while the snow is fallin,
the whisperin and mumbles in my head just keep on callin, with blood on my chin i hold a steady grin like the grinch
my bodys frozen to the bench silence not movin not a flinch
ponderin upon the wonderin souls that lurk all around me
the spirits of death have arrived and will not be departin without me
And there she hangs from a tree i think nothin of it
i take her down tie up her limbs and play here like she was my puppet
the white boy..
as well, human flesh I feast...
-Swoop
Grew up way too fast shoulda listened to mother,
Smokin' up on gas chillin' with my brothers,
Tellin me to take it slow son find a wife,
Lemme just write the shit that's in my life,
Ma I wanna do right and maybe find the light,
But tonight my minds on higher sights,
She cryin' for me son make it to heaven please,
I knew I wouldn't make it by the age of seventeen,
What fun is life without little bits of sin,
What fun is there other then whiskey vodka gin,
I'm still lookin' for them maybe I should repent,
But it's just so hard for me to pretend,
I could do it on the mic for my family right,
Haven't seen them in ages wonder what my family's like,
I've been left so much I can't see Randy's right,
In the darkness so much I can't see candies light,
Should I continue it went wrong on a family hike,
Saw my songs thought I wouldn't get Grammys SIKE,
Bitch I made that off my own homes Camry type,
I'm in my zone like Al Capones own mammys life,
Wack
@@stickydriftz it is somewhat sad...
on the other hand, This Guy doesn't even have an official profile pic
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am 🙌
Nah this shit crazy
In a rap ill never take a defeat, i be crusin down the street, spittin bars to a eminem beat ,with 50 Gs and 2 glocks all stashed in the jeep. Feelin like i won the lottery but you aint stoppin me, bout to bring the havoc like prodigy, so enough with all the fuckery, keep the gun tucked comfortablee.
me too 3:)
Hollow inside, holla outside, somebody passes next to me by, hi and bye, resume to the point I got high
never mind, I'm blind sometimes, but my vision is saturated with colors like I took dmt inject it in my arteries
bloody atmosphere, everything so crispy but faded, when I stare at nothing is like a knife cuts my eyes double - bladed deeply inside, my cone cells drip down, my iris bleeding 'till my cornea turned into hole groove pupil diarrhea, i want to be unconcious, but lucidity haunts me and maybe i like, maybe i'll shit on it, trying to be the best but i can't as much as i pretend to be what i ain't, always in war with me, armistice won't pay it.
brooze u quick, i choose the skrews for a crusafix,
moods will flip, lunatic, blue been rude to kids,
shrooms are sick, use that shit to defuse a script,
glued to this, doom your crib, gettin loose on trips!
This beat is fucking crazy
he didn't produce infinite but he did produce recovery
Słyszę jak bit się zaczyna
Wiem oczym napisać
Wchodzę klik jak maszyna
E co mi , dopamina
Jak tu żyć , gdzie criminal
A może dziś , będzie finał
Nie mój bit ale killout
Palę splif mamy chillout
Znów porywa mnie muzyka
Lewituje, chwila mija
Rapem pluje , kwasy slina
Ono w moim dna
Rodzą się co dnia
Gonią za samplem bez snu
To ich patent do tchu
Może ma sens i boom
Rozwalę cały ten gnuj
Wytykam palec i ch##j
Muzyka to jak mój nabuj
Jestem bronią, matrycą
Dłonie płoną gdy piszą
Może zadzwonią bo usłyszą
Kto wali po głośnikach
A kto pali po ulicach
Jestem w domu jak w boxie
Nie ufam nikomu jak forsie
W końcu ziomuś na propsie
thats why i said "thank dre" and no dr dre made ems beats
Ok, but do you think Eminem just stood there and waited for Denaun to make the beats for him? No, pretty sure Eminem told him to switch things up and such.
as long as you dont sell a song you write you can rap over any instrumental right? cuz i wanna rap over this
im 13 and i wrote a quick freestly and did it check for me in the video response.. its called hear me
Dre did all the beats on Relapse except for Beautiful.