Why no body has the guitar solo in the end that's like one of the best moments in the whole song, anyways the instrumental is grate keep it up, nice work.
im tellin m eminems bars are only just mediocaaaaaaar./....... no he's pretty dumb as a lyricist In fact hahahahahaha he disses everyone on a track eminem would b so easy to drop....
tbh man, i kinda wanna just use this instrumental for a remix, i don't really want no remastered version. this is honestly one of the best reproductions of this song I've heard. I just really love the sound.
I really appreciate it man. Honestly it's kind of an old project I did just to test my skills as a producer so I guess I don't mind if you use this. Just give me credit if you do, and be sure to give ultimate credit to Eminem and whoever made the original song.
-I’m just failing fading like the shade in the dimmest of light, even darkness uses brightness for the chance to shine - when you look into someone’s eyes it could tell a thousand life’s
Youre right. I just rapped lose yourself to this beat and right when I got to the part "Times up over Blaow! The beat dropped. Snap back to reality...etc.
Hey, thanks for this instrumental. I like it even better than the album version. I have remixed Marshall Mathers acapella with this track and it's pretty good. I hope you don't mind. If so, I'll take it down. Just wanted you to hear, of course, the credit is yours.
I can’t run I can’t hide hard for me to escape same dream every night of me seeing my fate the ones that I love and trust lying straight to my face that’s why I stay solo until the day that I die my mind scramble thought I was trippen seen the most fuck up shit god take away my vision
Sometimes, I teeter totter back and forth, contemplating what I'm to swallow for the rest of the month. Yo, It wouldn't make a difference if you gave me a gun; I'm just another kid that's been looking for fun, in unusual places, a thousand mazes, went down to the basement and stuck to the basics.
oh baby , now i things , im crazy đôi mắt anh giờ này chẳng còn thấy gì em đã lấy đi , lấy đi tầm nhìn em là giọng nói , giọng nói thầm thì em ơi em à , em cần gì ? gác bàn chân , nắm bàn tay ta không đi qua ngày tháng , ta sống trong nó , cho đến khi tan hết nỗi nhớ này mang mà , anh không cần sống trong cỏ và giọt lệ ngày xưa ướt dù chưa từng được hong khô cũng chẳng sao , vì giờ này tim anh chẳng còn trống chỗ , cho quá khứ , thứ anh hướng đến là tương lai , là đường dài là những mong đợi , là một nỗi nhớ không nguôi không thể đi đến tận cùng của thời gian thì em à , chí ít hãy bước đến lúc đời tàn một phút bên nhau như vĩnh cửu , như tích tắc chẳng thể hiểu nổi tình yêu , phút chốc hay vĩnh hằng ? một đêm một bóng hình hai đêm đến vô vàn vẫn một bóng hình anh đã bị ảnh hưởng tâm trí lẫn con tim bị chiếm giữ bởi cơn sóng tình anh cũng đã biết , thế giới này chả còn ai giống mình
[Intro] You know, I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em something The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta here! [Hook] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) [Verse 1] Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him ‘cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off ‘cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' A good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken [Bridge] New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it [Verse 2] Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (ha-ha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear In faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves clowns ‘cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails Slim Anus? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots [Hook 2] ‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) [Verse 3] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy! Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for 10 million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, {your attorney Fred Gibson's a} faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the news stand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Um, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Hook] ‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) [Hook] ‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
Renegade that hides in the shade Suppressing his flame, Trying not to fade, With a sharp blade, Wondering why hes stayed, In pain, In Spain, Dont know why he hasn't been slain, And you know his soul will never be tamed, Never caged, Forever free, you see, He'll defeat any enemy, And conquer any opportunity, Wants nothing but unity, But hears just blasphemy In every city Thinking its shitty, Gritty, Shits to rough even for fifty, But there comes a point where everything is shifting, You feel your mind drifting, Get to a point where you dont even know what you're forgetting.
Missing those underground electric bass and guitar sounds on Em's instrumentals :/ that made the difference between the unnic old one and the mainstream new one...
I wish that I could just float away from the bullshit, every night and day I pray, I keep my focus, everybody say what they wanna say, I say it's hopeless, I hope you know this Just try to Chew it don't choke it, stop smoking
Jeremy Hanline May I use this instrumental for my new song , I will mention your channel , Its just for fun, its on Bulgarian language anyway non profit
Bazen güzel şeyler bekleyere- Ya da her ne sikimse işte [Nakarat] Kafamı kır, kafamı kır Bugün farklı hikayelerdeyim nasıl yaşanır Nefes al nefes al, çocuk beni sal Yeni soundla Ati karanlığa karışır Kafamı kır, kafamı kır Bugün farklı hikayelerdeyim nasıl yaşanır Nefes al, nefes al, çocuk beni sal Yeni soundla Ati karanlığa karışır (brra) [Verse 1] Açar bu çicekler elbet bi' farklı bahçelerde Yaz gelirken caddeler de haz verir de bir şekilde Hayatın kasvetiyle öldük doğru tasviriyle Aşk bizimle değil kalk bakalım güne aspirinle (aah) Topladığın çiçekler fazla güneş görmediyse Gidenler de dönmediyse karışmıştır tüm yörünge (ah) Anlatmak istediklerim parçanın ön sözüyle özetlenir Rapçisiyle şerefsiz ve dansözüyle Bozuk parayla cebinde mutluluk ara "Mutluluk" denen lavuksa hiç uğramaz ki bur'lara (ah) Yolun çıkar sonunda bazı sorunlara Cevap vermek istemezsin sen de bazı sorulara
what's the weird noise not the synthetic violins but it like a clonk sounding noise lol don't know how to describe it but it plays with the guitar kinda and it goes like every 20 seconds or so
All y'all are defenseless on English lmao it's a damn online comment section, no one gives two fucks about that shit 😂 only some sections will that work or matter
I wanna walk around like they owe me something, Look at em with both eyes, you don’t owe me nothing, What you lived ain’t what you think a screen that’s buffering, What’s a fight with no opponent delusions hovering,
oh shit i feel this... look :55 yeah.. i was born with no family-since my father parted leavin me alone in the dark-inyet i feel surrounded by all these angels and demons inside my palm-its very hard to live and not know right from wrong look... i always felt like i was put here to make a difference like i was placed to face the demons of inhibition sit back and listen feelin all of my words take a spot in your soul its written yeah this shit is written... look.. pin-her to the floor this shit winnin reaper of sin n its easy to tell when your back where uv been snortin the same lines of coke sippin ice coke and gin ull neva win..
My hearts in a cell God you're here but I can not tell (Look) I'ma lion....but I'm just not roaring Got wings....but they just not soaring In this game b*tch I'm just not scoring Ya i let it rain, but the shit's not pouring Ya! I say i let it rain H*e! Can't hit me Like Django! try another ain-go! (Ugh!) it's like every step I take, twice i fall back I'ma rose tryna grow between the crack The wolf without the pack, the nut without the sack Ew! What the f*ck am i saying These words is my weapons I'm lyrically spraying
Digits with statistic when we keep on rising with the seasoning for eating in the heat keeps climbing not feeding him with no reasoning just want the coke now too late to change the frame cos now you're zoned out sipping patron now this life is what you chose now
I just don't get it, I guess like em said I guess I gotta sing for the moment, but how comes it's always me, is it cause I aint gotta degree, that they wanna believe that, I'll never achieve, just chasing a dream, barely making ends meet, trying to advice them to stay close to my side, but what does it mean if the closes thing to yous a snake that bites, spits venum in there lies, brings you down every time you start to rise, then you realize every time you got burnt cause they started the fire, why my circles gotten smaller, man Iv always been a charmer, dancing with his karma, inhaling there aroma and I'm sick of the sent, had to get some stuff off of my chest, while I struggle for more y'all can seaddle for less, lost ignorance bliss, to the pencil I grip, aint throwing no shade, in fact this is to light up the gas, the rest y'all of pored I just brought you the match,
It’s easy to talk shit, Easy to walk shit when your not talking about your feet hitting the concrit, Oops that’s how I got em, Just moving along quick, Gotta set alarms in the tune of my heart beat, Cause I’m the bees knees, Working hard as you and me, Having trouble from the screens?, Walking blindly as you please, You know what you owe me something, I don’t know but I feel it, I ask and walk away you wonder if I did it, Took what you stole from me, Why are you wondering?
I have plans on producing a song with this beat, and would have no problem buying a lease if there is one on it, if not can somebody please reply and let me know
So here's the thing. I gave all credit to Eminem and Dre. They haven't flagged it for any copyright infringements, so I wouldn't feel comfortable monetizing in any way off of this. Unless they tell me themselves that it's cool. I'd be able to produce something that sounds pretty close to this with the same vibe. Once I get a legit copy of FL and new hardware to record my guitar.
[Intro] You know, I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me, ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here [Chorus] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) [Verse 1] Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? [Bridge] New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it (Hahaha) [Verse 2] Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer (Hehe) And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (ahh) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots [Chorus] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) [Verse 3] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Chorus] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
it's those long hot days and cold gypsy nights when u see .alien ships and real bright lights .you feel there energy.they bout to close in .run inside real quick and fill a cup up wit gin.you gotta get fucked up if this how it gon end.my extraterrestrial friend won't you let me come in . front me a sac lend me a hand. then the craft speeded up and I never saw it again .so to this day the reason I smoke to write is because I'll be ready with crips sent in to fight 2 12 point six inch knifes.
It’s yu your friend or wife tbh cuz I just wanna end this life no one told me how to make it right I was on the street had to battle the fight wake up in the morning day light do go nowhere just stay tight everyday yh we pray night
@Sassy The Sasquatch I dont know. I just thought about have eminems style really changed, and sure it did, but what really changed is his production. Take some of his verses from new songs and put them on top of older instrumentals, and you'll see eminems style is intact for the most part. Try taking "fall" and rap it over the who knew beat, it fits also.
@Sassy The Sasquatch oh wow, I didnt even noticed, you're right. I just noticed that it fits. Also, his tone of voice got deeper, so that along with production gives the illusion that eminem completely changed. Hopefully with rumors of dre actually producing eminems next album, we can get a album that can stand comfortably next to the first 3.
@Sassy The Sasquatch yeah, I didnt catch that at first, but the pacing is definitely that same for the most part. I'm one of the few that loves everything about walk on water, except for the ending part with broken records sound. People just hate it for the instrumental and beyonce. But I feel that it set the tone of the content.
Your leaving I know you ain't taking my daughter Come here baby sit with Dad on his rocker I take her keys tryna stop her You don't have to scream so loud Baby girl I want you to know daddy's proud And I know ur haunted by the crowd And I really doubt what ur trying to do All I ever wanted was for us two raise our Lil girl U gotta know ur daddy's hole world And I'm not ever letting go No bitch I said no Why u make me scream Why do you have to be damn mean Why would you want to take her away There's only so many days that we get to play Is that not okay I gotta get back on the road in may Baby listen to what daddy's has to say Don't ever leave me your the one person who won't ever dieseive me Quit throwing shit u almost hit me Can't u see she on my lap Divorce that's a pile of crap Fuck that I ain't signing shit I hope you know this isn't what I'm suppose to get Your not leaving your full of shit Go ahead kick I said kick throw a fit Here baby go over there and sit Me and mommy have to talk for a bit What's got in to you don't you see what we share Don't you want to have a family that's cares Or one that tairs I couldn't harm one hair on either of u Oh so ur liar now too Okay let's play it ur move Go ahead I want stop see you prove it No I refuse it I won't lose it I won't do it I knew it so what's his name Ya I love this game Atleast this ur to blame This hole family is almost ruined What do you think I've been doing I work every chance I get I know some shit u ain't wit But I get to have a life too No there's no one else I wifed you I've been faithful the hole time No we are not fine not if you want me to sign that line She's half mine ya that's what u need more wine Stupid drunk know ur lucky not passed out in my trunk Go ahead call that punk I wanta see him come up here Oh so he gonna run up here Ha I love this day already U ain't gonna let me go ahead and bet me See if I don't this punk in his place That's disrespectful as shit for him to show his face This is my house your my girl I run this shit As soon as he pulls up he's getting hit Fine I'll tell him not to It's to late now I already caught you Ya mhmm I got you He wants to fight too go watch our daughter I'm gonna knock out his lights Here u have no rights I make the law But go ahead how's this feel on ur jaw Does it hurt I'ma bout to go berzerk Now I gotta get to work come.here baby sorry things got a lil crazy But u know ur still my favorite lady r Wants go outside later maybe Oh he's crying now get gone Kicks rocks he couldn't even box Oh so he still want to talk fine u know what hand my Glock tired of this shit already I'm ending there's no breaking or bending this we just pretending it's done damn right I have gun you better run You don't know what I've done
This brings me back to my childhood Listening to shit no child should But I was doing worse in school smokin blunts getting stepped on so stepped back with a thud. 😂
I was walking round looking at the ground minding my own business, Then it hit me, you’re standing on the ground too mind your own business, The earths a company. NO.! Where’s my check and a good place to sleep at? You gotta…NO.! What is is no need to repeat that, Take a breath,
They say talk is cheap Call police Your deceased An orphan Who's fuckin boring me WHY THE FUCK WONT MY GIRL FRIEND TALK TO ME This is my story and shady tortured me yo you don't no what it's like to sleep with a knife When yesterday you was happy holding your wife I'm sick of life So I decided to write an pick up a mic To stomp riots an teachers going on strike This is my anthem If you like it then start dancin With Charles Manson Who high fives girls an guys With his minds answers It's so crazy You Man you will never faze me I'm amazing I'd hate to have baby's ha ha Fuck it
I have never been contacted by TH-cam for any copyright infringements on this video. I do not profit from this work, advertisements are disabled, and I gave complete credit to Aftermath/Shady/Interscope. So with that in mind. If you are profiting in any way from the video you are making e.g., with advertisements, then you cannot use this in your video. I mean, you really shouldn't. It also depends on what you're using this for. Just some background music or something? If so that's chill. Ultimately I cannot stop you, and I appreciate that you'd like to use it. If you do decide to use this, please give me credit for the instrumental itself as well as Aftermath/Shady/Interscope for the song in your description.
Switching up my image/ This my life so let me live it/ My flow is not explicit/ Still they love it when I spit it/ Didn't know that I could do this/ Now you really looking stupid/ Flowing so freely/ Make it look so easy/ Dont want me On the Tv/ These rappers look cheesy/ No one wants to be me/ Cuz my life is still a struggle,/ missing pieces to the puzzle/ Still I'll never where a muzzle/ At last I'm staying out of trouble
Oi,eu sou kawã,eu só um só um mano simples E as vezes louco Eu n entendo toda essa inveja dessa gente Ngm gosta de mim pq eu sou feliz e sorridente Mando o verso essa gente eu detesto Sou um moleque bom e mesmo assim eu não presto To no puro ódio e minha rima não para Ngm quer seu bem,só quer rir da sua cara E vc me fala nossa kawã vc mudou Talvez seja pela aquilo que vc falou E dps daquilo PDP que nois mudou E a suas palavra PDP que nois guardou E nassa track e pá Eu vou desabafar Que eu tô cansado de no tudo no peito guardar Então segura essa rima que se pá tá uma merda Minha mãe me ensinou não paga na mesma moeda E mãe? Me desculpa, então tenha dó sabe que minha mente tá cheia de b.o Vc me ensinou a mostrar que eu sou melhor Só que dessa vez eu vou mostrar que eu pior E nesses verso eu atiro Fico louco eu piro E a consciência me diz para puxar o gatilho Nao quero ouvir piadinha tudo pra mim é gatilho E pra minha ansiedade é ceral é Sucrilho Seu te ver no chão,quer minha ajuda não sou besta Eu calo sua boca pisando na sua cabeça Andava com deus,hj ando com o capeta Minha aura tá escura igual a tinta da caneta
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin' records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin Startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (goddamn it) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my 16 dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick Boy-girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer Faggy 2Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' faggots) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road, south of 10 And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC, Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter- faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90-some cousins A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house And then to top it off, I walked to the news stand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks God damn it they reek smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets I Feel like an addict or something My parents told me I would never amount to nothing In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled my teachers were the ones that just got fooled Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask My momma was the one who fucked up my past Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife
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One of the best depressed instrumentals ever
Just a masterpiece from the producer
new kids on the road suck a lot from depression
@ixYoseph i think eminem works on this m?
@ixYoseph yo
You're all wrong this was made by Bass Brothers, Jeff Bass.
@ixYoseph You're all wrong this was made by Bass Brothers, Jeff Bass.
Why no body has the guitar solo in the end that's like one of the best moments in the whole song, anyways the instrumental is grate keep it up, nice work.
100% agree. Came looking for it. Man if you found one Holla at me I really need that
Cause that was Dre producing t was legendary
It's spelt great
im tellin m eminems bars are only just mediocaaaaaaar./....... no he's pretty dumb as a lyricist In fact hahahahahaha
he disses everyone on a track
eminem would b so easy to drop....
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tbh man, i kinda wanna just use this instrumental for a remix, i don't really want no remastered version. this is honestly one of the best reproductions of this song I've heard. I just really love the sound.
I really appreciate it man. Honestly it's kind of an old project I did just to test my skills as a producer so I guess I don't mind if you use this. Just give me credit if you do, and be sure to give ultimate credit to Eminem and whoever made the original song.
@@Anarkkie oh you made this? I thought it was an official instrumental thanks for this
I LOVE this beat!!! The beats themselves are just as good as when the lyrics are added.Thanks Eminem!!!!!!! Love your rap!!!!!!
Sounds like a gangster 70-80 game 2x speed
Yeahh it does😂😂
It could easily be a Pokémon champion fight theme song
Or bad
Actually it just sounds like shit to me.
Wowww😭😭😭😭
This is arguably better, great job man!
-I’m just failing fading like the shade in the dimmest of light, even darkness uses brightness for the chance to shine - when you look into someone’s eyes it could tell a thousand life’s
Aye bruh you got a mixtape? Let me hear your mixtape I’m dying to hear your mixtape bro
respect from romania big up !
Love From Greece
Romania 4 life
Love from the US
@Márkó Barócsi Shut the fuck up turk
We got gypsies and pride.
@Márkó Barócsi Exactly, what country you from?
I was trying to freestyle on Lose Yourself lyrics with this beat lmaooo, went along nicely
Is it really a freestyle if you're using lyrics from another song? 🤔
I've also wondered
that isn't a freestyle lmao
@@lawrencewiegele469 this is most I have EVER seen the word freestyle watered down
Youre right. I just rapped lose yourself to this beat and right when I got to the part "Times up over Blaow! The beat dropped. Snap back to reality...etc.
Hey, thanks for this instrumental. I like it even better than the album version. I have remixed Marshall Mathers acapella with this track and it's pretty good. I hope you don't mind. If so, I'll take it down. Just wanted you to hear, of course, the credit is yours.
درود به تو ژرمی و سپاس از تو برای به اشتراک گذاشتن این نسخه عالی!
زنده باد تمام انسان ها و موجودات جهانمان!
زنده باد مارشال!
همیشه در خاطر...
man this is great dude
Yeah because he's slim shady
@@Ali-jw1xoThe real slim shady?
Wicked work thank you ! Have used this on a video I've uploaded & rapped over it. Thanks heaps dude ;)
Testosterone in audio format
I’m Going to Used this beautiful beat
I hope you live the life you want, good luck
Life changing.
0:09 😏🙄
Damn son, this shit is dope af. Well done and keep up the good work! Have you done any originals with this type of sound? Peace!
I can’t run I can’t hide hard for me to escape same dream every night of me seeing my fate the ones that I love and trust lying straight to my face that’s why I stay solo until the day that I die my mind scramble thought I was trippen seen the most fuck up shit god take away my vision
Sometimes, I teeter totter back and forth, contemplating what I'm to swallow for the rest of the month. Yo, It wouldn't make a difference if you gave me a gun; I'm just another kid that's been looking for fun, in unusual places, a thousand mazes, went down to the basement and stuck to the basics.
BRAVO!!!!!
Please release the remastered version! would love to hear it
I swear to god, when i listen to the actual song the guitar sounds different
When i just realised that the beat for fort collins was sampled from this check it out
Link?
+Jeremy Hanline does the link work?
+Triple A I'm not seeing it. I'm using my phone so that might be why.
+Jeremy Hanline look up : fort collins - Hopsin ft Dizzy Wright
it's similar to the chord but it's a little different and he definitely didn't sample it
Sounds sweet man, keep it up!
It’s those long hot days..we was on Graf yh cop chase moving from the block to place..underscovers wanna case
oh baby , now i things , im crazy
đôi mắt anh giờ này chẳng còn thấy gì
em đã lấy đi , lấy đi tầm nhìn
em là giọng nói , giọng nói thầm thì
em ơi em à , em cần gì ?
gác bàn chân , nắm bàn tay
ta không đi qua ngày tháng , ta sống trong nó , cho đến khi tan hết nỗi nhớ này mang mà , anh không cần sống trong cỏ
và giọt lệ ngày xưa ướt dù chưa từng được hong khô
cũng chẳng sao , vì giờ này tim anh chẳng còn trống chỗ , cho quá khứ , thứ anh hướng đến là tương lai , là đường dài
là những mong đợi , là một nỗi nhớ không nguôi
không thể đi đến tận cùng của thời gian
thì em à , chí ít hãy bước đến lúc đời tàn
một phút bên nhau như vĩnh cửu , như tích tắc
chẳng thể hiểu nổi tình yêu , phút chốc hay vĩnh hằng ?
một đêm một bóng hình
hai đêm đến vô vàn vẫn một bóng hình
anh đã bị ảnh hưởng
tâm trí lẫn con tim bị chiếm giữ bởi cơn sóng tình
anh cũng đã biết , thế giới này chả còn ai giống mình
[Intro]
You know, I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe 'em something
The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck outta here!
[Hook]
You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
[Verse 1]
Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him ‘cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off ‘cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin' shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin'
A good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken
[Bridge]
New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it
[Verse 2]
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yo)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (ha-ha)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (na-na)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear
In faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns ‘cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim Anus? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots
[Hook 2]
‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
[Verse 3]
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy!
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for 10 million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter, {your attorney Fred Gibson's a} faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)
And then to top it off I walked to the news stand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Um, here, "XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aww, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
[Hook]
‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
[Hook]
‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
Renegade that hides in the shade
Suppressing his flame,
Trying not to fade,
With a sharp blade,
Wondering why hes stayed,
In pain,
In Spain,
Dont know why he hasn't been slain,
And you know his soul will never be tamed,
Never caged,
Forever free, you see,
He'll defeat any enemy,
And conquer any opportunity,
Wants nothing but unity,
But hears just blasphemy
In every city
Thinking its shitty,
Gritty,
Shits to rough even for fifty,
But there comes a point where everything is shifting,
You feel your mind drifting,
Get to a point where you dont even know what you're forgetting.
In spain 😂
Missing those underground electric bass and guitar sounds on Em's instrumentals :/ that made the difference between the unnic old one and the mainstream new one...
word 🙏🙏🙏
I wonder where this guy went id love to see more videos from him
Still alive. I've been saving up to purchase FL so I can monetize this kind of stuff. The struggle is real my friends.
@@Anarkkie Good luck bro i wish you the best of luck.
@@Anarkkie Audacity is also free if u wanna have something to start with so u can save up for FL.
@@Anarkkie We respect the grind brother
I wish that I could just float away from the bullshit, every night and day I pray, I keep my focus, everybody say what they wanna say, I say it's hopeless, I hope you know this
Just try to Chew it don't choke it, stop smoking
Please do the remake of this more hardcore. Well done!
SICK...."BEAT"
Jeremy Hanline May I use this instrumental for my new song , I will mention your channel ,
Its just for fun, its on Bulgarian language anyway
non profit
Go for it!
Bazen güzel şeyler bekleyere-
Ya da her ne sikimse işte
[Nakarat]
Kafamı kır, kafamı kır
Bugün farklı hikayelerdeyim nasıl yaşanır
Nefes al nefes al, çocuk beni sal
Yeni soundla Ati karanlığa karışır
Kafamı kır, kafamı kır
Bugün farklı hikayelerdeyim nasıl yaşanır
Nefes al, nefes al, çocuk beni sal
Yeni soundla Ati karanlığa karışır (brra)
[Verse 1]
Açar bu çicekler elbet bi' farklı bahçelerde
Yaz gelirken caddeler de haz verir de bir şekilde
Hayatın kasvetiyle öldük doğru tasviriyle
Aşk bizimle değil kalk bakalım güne aspirinle (aah)
Topladığın çiçekler fazla güneş görmediyse
Gidenler de dönmediyse karışmıştır tüm yörünge (ah)
Anlatmak istediklerim parçanın ön sözüyle özetlenir
Rapçisiyle şerefsiz ve dansözüyle
Bozuk parayla cebinde mutluluk ara
"Mutluluk" denen lavuksa hiç uğramaz ki bur'lara (ah)
Yolun çıkar sonunda bazı sorunlara
Cevap vermek istemezsin sen de bazı sorulara
Cok guzel olmus kardesim
what's the weird noise not the synthetic violins but it like a clonk sounding noise lol don't know how to describe it but it plays with the guitar kinda and it goes like every 20 seconds or so
Very nice👏👌
This beat gives me this weird feeling that i can't describe
You know, i just don't get it.... guys in the comments are nobody, but they want selling records...
Almost.
Poor ass English
Lol you all are so defensive.
@@lewismartin3826 Lol your English is shittier than the Op's
All y'all are defenseless on English lmao it's a damn online comment section, no one gives two fucks about that shit 😂 only some sections will that work or matter
Yu know me I just don’t get it
Graft on the streets just to get credit
It’s more lines and rhymes that we edit.
Props to Eminem for drawing the longest cigarette puff ever recorded just for this clip
Release the remastered one!!
I wanna walk around like they owe me something,
Look at em with both eyes, you don’t owe me nothing,
What you lived ain’t what you think a screen that’s buffering,
What’s a fight with no opponent delusions hovering,
im a spiritual lyrical miracle individual spiritual miracle
hahahaha you are a man of culture
Spit that lyrical miracle... in the swimming pool
@@OVERWATCHfly fuck boi i might
Skipping and flipping and dipping
what
Good remake :)
Won this bloom for profit.
until rigth now is the best that I founded instrumental
oh shit i feel this... look :55
yeah..
i was born with no family-since my father parted
leavin me alone in the dark-inyet i feel surrounded
by all these angels and demons inside my palm-its
very hard to live and not know right from wrong
look...
i always felt like i was put here to make a difference
like i was placed to face the demons of inhibition
sit back and listen
feelin all of my words take a spot in your soul its written
yeah this shit is written...
look..
pin-her to the floor this shit winnin
reaper of sin n its easy to tell when your back where uv been
snortin the same lines of coke sippin ice coke and gin
ull neva win..
If I get more views I'll post the re-mastered version of this.
So where is it?
Is there a way of u making a whole instrumental version of this album? That would be awesome!, I'm willing to pay if u could
very cold
My hearts in a cell
God you're here but I can not tell
(Look) I'ma lion....but I'm just not roaring
Got wings....but they just not soaring
In this game b*tch I'm just not scoring
Ya i let it rain, but the shit's not pouring
Ya! I say i let it rain H*e!
Can't hit me
Like Django!
try another ain-go!
(Ugh!) it's like every step I take, twice i fall back
I'ma rose tryna grow between the crack
The wolf without the pack, the nut without the sack
Ew! What the f*ck am i saying
These words is my weapons I'm lyrically spraying
+Gary jr thanks bro, I appreciate it. I'm just now checking my notifications and u showed me love on my other comments as well😇😭👏🏾
+Gary jr i wanna add u on ig, mines is @Til_The_End_Of_time, Or u can give me yours so i can follower u first
Can't even hate bro clean verse
+Sic Sid thanx bro 🙏🏾
+Javon Antoine cleaaaaan! props man
Digits with statistic when we keep on rising with the seasoning for eating in the heat keeps climbing not feeding him with no reasoning just want the coke now too late to change the frame cos now you're zoned out sipping patron now this life is what you chose now
I just don't get it, I guess like em said I guess I gotta sing for the moment, but how comes it's always me, is it cause I aint gotta degree, that they wanna believe that, I'll never achieve, just chasing a dream, barely making ends meet, trying to advice them to stay close to my side, but what does it mean if the closes thing to yous a snake that bites, spits venum in there lies, brings you down every time you start to rise, then you realize every time you got burnt cause they started the fire, why my circles gotten smaller, man Iv always been a charmer, dancing with his karma, inhaling there aroma and I'm sick of the sent, had to get some stuff off of my chest, while I struggle for more y'all can seaddle for less, lost ignorance bliss, to the pencil I grip, aint throwing no shade, in fact this is to light up the gas, the rest y'all of pored I just brought you the match,
is the guitar the same as Californication by Red Hot Chilli peppers?
No, but I can hear the similarity. I'm playing the guitar that you hear in this.
Jeremy Hanline yeah your a legend ✌
It’s easy to talk shit,
Easy to walk shit when your not talking about your feet hitting the concrit,
Oops that’s how I got em,
Just moving along quick,
Gotta set alarms in the tune of my heart beat,
Cause I’m the bees knees,
Working hard as you and me,
Having trouble from the screens?,
Walking blindly as you please,
You know what you owe me something,
I don’t know but I feel it,
I ask and walk away you wonder if I did it,
Took what you stole from me,
Why are you wondering?
this beat hits hard on 1.25x
snipeyturtlez yo you right...
Where is the electric guitar at the end
I have plans on producing a song with this beat, and would have no problem buying a lease if there is one on it, if not can somebody please reply and let me know
So here's the thing. I gave all credit to Eminem and Dre. They haven't flagged it for any copyright infringements, so I wouldn't feel comfortable monetizing in any way off of this. Unless they tell me themselves that it's cool.
I'd be able to produce something that sounds pretty close to this with the same vibe. Once I get a legit copy of FL and new hardware to record my guitar.
@@Anarkkie that would be sick. I have a whole song written and gotta either find a new beat or like you said have it remade
Omg This is scarier than Thriller Part 12or3 Mj
[Intro]
You know, I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten-million dollars?
Get the fuck outta here
[Chorus]
You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
[Verse 1]
Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
[Bridge]
New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick
Boy, girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer (Hehe)
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (ahh)
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
[Verse 3]
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)
And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
If YOU KEEP RE-MAKING EMINEM BEATS I WILL CONTINUE TO SPIT TO THEM :) :)
Feel like ive been here along time in the in this same fucking time writing soany lyrics im. Getting sick all the time
Keeep pushing brother
this is cold blood NYC
Like my brother
it's those long hot days and cold gypsy nights when u see .alien ships and real bright lights .you feel there energy.they bout to close in .run inside real quick and fill a cup up wit gin.you gotta get fucked up if this how it gon end.my extraterrestrial friend won't you let me come in . front me a sac lend me a hand.
then the craft speeded up and I never saw it again .so to this day the reason I smoke to write is because I'll be ready with crips sent in to fight 2 12 point six inch knifes.
It’s yu your friend or wife tbh cuz I just wanna end this life no one told me how to make it right I was on the street had to battle the fight wake up in the morning day light do go nowhere just stay tight everyday yh we pray night
walk on water on this beat fits perfect
@Sassy The Sasquatch I dont know. I just thought about have eminems style really changed, and sure it did, but what really changed is his production. Take some of his verses from new songs and put them on top of older instrumentals, and you'll see eminems style is intact for the most part. Try taking "fall" and rap it over the who knew beat, it fits also.
@Sassy The Sasquatch oh wow, I didnt even noticed, you're right. I just noticed that it fits. Also, his tone of voice got deeper, so that along with production gives the illusion that eminem completely changed. Hopefully with rumors of dre actually producing eminems next album, we can get a album that can stand comfortably next to the first 3.
@Sassy The Sasquatch yeah, I didnt catch that at first, but the pacing is definitely that same for the most part. I'm one of the few that loves everything about walk on water, except for the ending part with broken records sound. People just hate it for the instrumental and beyonce. But I feel that it set the tone of the content.
Your leaving I know you ain't taking my daughter
Come here baby sit with Dad on his rocker
I take her keys tryna stop her
You don't have to scream so loud
Baby girl I want you to know daddy's proud
And I know ur haunted by the crowd
And I really doubt what ur trying to do
All I ever wanted was for us two raise our Lil girl
U gotta know ur daddy's hole world
And I'm not ever letting go
No bitch I said no
Why u make me scream
Why do you have to be damn mean
Why would you want to take her away
There's only so many days that we get to play
Is that not okay I gotta get back on the road in may
Baby listen to what daddy's has to say
Don't ever leave me your the one person who won't ever dieseive me
Quit throwing shit u almost hit me
Can't u see she on my lap
Divorce that's a pile of crap
Fuck that I ain't signing shit
I hope you know this isn't what I'm suppose to get
Your not leaving your full of shit
Go ahead kick I said kick throw a fit
Here baby go over there and sit
Me and mommy have to talk for a bit
What's got in to you don't you see what we share
Don't you want to have a family that's cares
Or one that tairs
I couldn't harm one hair on either of u
Oh so ur liar now too
Okay let's play it ur move
Go ahead I want stop see you prove it
No I refuse it I won't lose it I won't do it
I knew it so what's his name
Ya I love this game
Atleast this ur to blame
This hole family is almost ruined
What do you think I've been doing
I work every chance I get
I know some shit u ain't wit
But I get to have a life too
No there's no one else I wifed you
I've been faithful the hole time
No we are not fine not if you want me to sign that line
She's half mine ya that's what u need more wine
Stupid drunk know ur lucky not passed out in my trunk
Go ahead call that punk
I wanta see him come up here
Oh so he gonna run up here
Ha I love this day already
U ain't gonna let me go ahead and bet me
See if I don't this punk in his place
That's disrespectful as shit for him to show his face
This is my house your my girl I run this shit
As soon as he pulls up he's getting hit
Fine I'll tell him not to
It's to late now I already caught you
Ya mhmm I got you
He wants to fight too go watch our daughter
I'm gonna knock out his lights
Here u have no rights I make the law
But go ahead how's this feel on ur jaw
Does it hurt I'ma bout to go berzerk
Now I gotta get to work come.here baby sorry things got a lil crazy
But u know ur still my favorite lady r
Wants go outside later maybe
Oh he's crying now get gone
Kicks rocks he couldn't even box
Oh so he still want to talk fine u know what hand my Glock tired of this shit already I'm ending there's no breaking or bending this we just pretending it's done damn right I have gun you better run
You don't know what I've done
Great bars there. I could relate to every word too after being through the same shit. Nice work, perfect beat to write that too. Get it copyrighted.
Uploaded marshall mathers type beat today
This brings me back to my childhood
Listening to shit no child should
But I was doing worse in school smokin blunts getting stepped on so stepped back with a thud. 😂
GOTTA SAMPLE THAT SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Everyone that likes this instrumental is cool
Stans show yourselves !!!
First time i see eminem with cigarete... Love it
that isnt a cigarette dummy, its a joint hes smoking that OG kush
love it! gj
I was walking round looking at the ground minding my own business,
Then it hit me,
you’re standing on the ground too mind your own business,
The earths a company. NO.!
Where’s my check and a good place to sleep at?
You gotta…NO.!
What is is no need to repeat that,
Take a breath,
Here , going to sleep on the phone
😍
can i use this on my upcoming mixtape?? ill give you credit
Eminem of Rap music super king xip xop class legenda ⛅📲🌃🏡🌟🔥✔️⬅️🎤👍Ⓜ️ℹ️🎼📡🌹📳✴️🇺🇸🦍🈂️🎁🎵🎧👋✋🇰🇿☀️
Can i use this ?
They say talk is cheap
Call police
Your deceased
An orphan
Who's fuckin boring me
WHY THE FUCK WONT MY GIRL FRIEND TALK TO ME
This is my story and shady tortured me
yo
you don't no what it's like
to sleep with a knife
When yesterday you was happy
holding your wife
I'm sick of life
So I decided to write
an pick up a mic
To stomp riots an teachers
going on strike
This is my anthem
If you like it then start dancin
With Charles Manson
Who high fives girls an guys
With his minds answers
It's so crazy
You
Man you will never faze me
I'm amazing
I'd hate to have baby's ha ha
Fuck it
Good flow to this beat
I killed dis Nd every beat ever already 😈
Is it okay if i just use the instrumental in my video or will it get a copyright strike?
I have never been contacted by TH-cam for any copyright infringements on this video. I do not profit from this work, advertisements are disabled, and I gave complete credit to Aftermath/Shady/Interscope.
So with that in mind. If you are profiting in any way from the video you are making e.g., with advertisements, then you cannot use this in your video. I mean, you really shouldn't.
It also depends on what you're using this for. Just some background music or something? If so that's chill. Ultimately I cannot stop you, and I appreciate that you'd like to use it.
If you do decide to use this, please give me credit for the instrumental itself as well as Aftermath/Shady/Interscope for the song in your description.
dope
You see i'm just Marshall Mathers
Switching up my image/
This my life so let me live it/
My flow is not explicit/
Still they love it when I spit it/
Didn't know that I could do this/
Now you really looking stupid/
Flowing so freely/
Make it look so easy/
Dont want me On the Tv/
These rappers look cheesy/
No one wants to be me/
Cuz my life is still a struggle,/
missing pieces to the puzzle/
Still I'll never where a muzzle/
At last I'm staying out of trouble
Weak
th-cam.com/video/H6iefP8lf3o/w-d-xo.html watch the whole video mate
❤️
omg is that actual guitar???
Go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go 24
Oi,eu sou kawã,eu só um só um mano simples
E as vezes louco
Eu n entendo toda essa inveja dessa gente
Ngm gosta de mim pq eu sou feliz e sorridente
Mando o verso essa gente eu detesto
Sou um moleque bom e mesmo assim eu não presto
To no puro ódio e minha rima não para
Ngm quer seu bem,só quer rir da sua cara
E vc me fala nossa kawã vc mudou
Talvez seja pela aquilo que vc falou
E dps daquilo PDP que nois mudou
E a suas palavra PDP que nois guardou
E nassa track e pá
Eu vou desabafar
Que eu tô cansado de no tudo no peito guardar
Então segura essa rima que se pá tá uma merda
Minha mãe me ensinou não paga na mesma moeda
E mãe?
Me desculpa, então tenha dó sabe que minha mente tá cheia de b.o
Vc me ensinou a mostrar que eu sou melhor
Só que dessa vez eu vou mostrar que eu pior
E nesses verso eu atiro
Fico louco eu piro
E a consciência me diz para puxar o gatilho
Nao quero ouvir piadinha tudo pra mim é gatilho
E pra minha ansiedade é ceral é Sucrilho
Seu te ver no chão,quer minha ajuda não sou besta
Eu calo sua boca pisando na sua cabeça
Andava com deus,hj ando com o capeta
Minha aura tá escura igual a tinta da caneta
release that man!
Nice
That's a movie that came out in 1999. Not a video by eminem.
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here
You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (goddamn it)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my 16 dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it
Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me"
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
Faggy 2Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' faggots)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road, south of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (best shot at me)
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC, Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter- faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90-some cousins
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
And then to top it off, I walked to the news stand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
2:52
2:45
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks
God damn it they reek
smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets
I Feel like an addict or something
My parents told me I would never amount to nothing
In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled
my teachers were the ones that just got fooled
Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask
My momma was the one who fucked up my past
Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it
my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy
Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money
That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy
I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife
Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife