Eminem

I'm a soldier X4

Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'/willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said/when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do/ so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real/in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed/if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it/ till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

Chorus
I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble/I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble
Verse 2
I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off/I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully/It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em/it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops/runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus...

Chorus

Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em/I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it/don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch/ so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock/listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity/I'm a...

Chorus

Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4

{Intro:}
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop, pajama time

Come here little kiddies on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a new case
Of child investigates and accusates
Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries
Papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I've done touched on everything but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
To the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung hole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot," it's ok
Oops my CD, it just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

{Refrain:}
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy, shake that ass
Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah)
Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby (ah ah)
It's Friday and it's my day
Ysed to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday
I don't know what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kind of breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin'
All I know is when I ger there someone's gonna (touch my body)
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (yeah)
What's ya name girl, what's ya sign?
(Man you must be up out yo mind)
Dre (ah ah) beer goggles, blind
I'm just tryin' to unwind (now I'm)

{au Refrain}

It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt naked
Down the street screamin' (ah ah ah ah)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said "Save it, boy we got you on tape
Screamin' at an old lady" (touch my body)
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's "8 Mile" now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality, look it's B. Rabbit
Oh you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba
I don't have any lines to go right here so tubba
Tellytubby fellas (what) fellas (what)
Grab your left, make your right one jealous (what)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm callin' all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or butt squeezin'
It's the season, just go (ah ah ah ah)
It's so appeasin'

{au Refrain}

Intro:
Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go

Marshall!
Marshall!

Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up / Introducing the star of our show...his name is...

Marshall!

Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now / So without further ado, I bring to you

Marshall!

Verse 1
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless/most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but good old Doc is BACK/Looks like Batman brought his own Robin. Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden/ wit' his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges/oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes. Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah here I come, I'm inches/ away from you, dear fear none, hip hop is in a state of nine-one-one so...

Chorus X2
Lets get down to business. I don't got no time to play around what is this/Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH!

Verse 2
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables/look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone. Time to get rid of these rap criminals/So skip to your lou while I do what I do best. You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it/Flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit/ the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all/ So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks , who cooks and cleans/it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know what for/the show must go on. So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon! Now...

Chorus X2

Verse 3
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero/you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette/and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set/just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so breezy/Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy?/ Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me. Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve/when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me/ Till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains. Nothin' but clowns down here/but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a Hell? Hell Yeah!/ Now...

Chorus X2

Refrain X2
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!

Outro
So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day/Back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay/ Because Marshall! And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey/ Marshall! So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, Good night everyone, Thank you for coming/Your host for the evening. . . Marshall! Oh...

It's ok, it's ok, let the world get back this day

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's,
And show these people what my level of skill's like,
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,
It aint my fault breaking my balls'
My insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can't do it,
My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,
Man fuck this shit, yo I'm going the fuck home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road

{Refrain:}
I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan,
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
Once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back,
And i'm gone and I know right where i'm goin,
Sorry momma i'm grown, I must travel alone,
Ain't no followin footsteps, i'm making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma's gotta new man,
Poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
There's no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
Don't got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
The pressures too much man i'm just trying to do what's best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
Please i'm begging you god,
Please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,
Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
Yo i'm telling you dog, i'm bailing this trailer tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,
Say whenever you need me baby, i'm never to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
And i'm a be back for you the second that I blow,
On everything I own, i'll make it on my own,
Off to work I go, back to this 8 mile road

{au Refrain}

You got to live it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
Well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you'd never even see but its everything to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,
Who's incredable on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line,
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another grabbing the bucket
Cause I aint having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit,
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with,
I look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit,
At the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,
And its cold trying to travel this road,
Plus I feel like i'm always stuck in this batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one thing dont want it pity from no one,
This city is no fun, there is no sun and its so dark,
Sometimes I just feel like, i'm being pulled a-part,
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not,
What i'm doing I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got,
But I learned its time for me to U-Turn,
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her next time I need a new girl,
I can no longer play stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage,
Like I already got the beat all I need is the word,
Uh uh got the urge, suddenly its a surge,
Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,
Time to show these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird,
Then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see its a blur, this 8 mile road

{refrain}

4 ans de galères musicales pour Marshall Mathers avant d'entériner la légende et de devenir EMINEM! "M+M" apparaît pour la première fois devant une audience digne de ce nom le 24 octobre 97 aux Los Angeles Rap Olympics, concours inter-ethnique où il termine 2ème, non sans créer des mouvances qui donneront ce produit brut de décoffrage qui nantira l'Amérique tout entière.
Interscope records transmettra en terre promise au célèbre Dr Dre la maquette de l'illuminé.
Février 98 Dr Dre signe Eminem sur son label "Aftermath"
13 octobre 98 : 1ère réalisation qui installe le mythe mais sans encore engendrer l'évènement avec "just don't give a fuck".
23 février 99 "My name & Slim Shady" voient le jour aux States.
12 avril 99 l'album atteint l'Europe avec un grand succès.
6 juin 99 EMINEM convole en justes noces en compagnie de Kin Sluck une amie de longue date et aussi mère de sa fille Hailie.
17 septembre 99 sa mère le traine en justice en demandant 10 millions de $ de dommage et interêt pour attaque avant coureur dans son second album.
16 novembre 99 la ligue national de football américain se lie contre l'utilisation de "My name is"
1er mai 00 EMINEM se produit sur le plateau de TOP OF THE POPS, la plus celebre émission musicale anglaise et remplit le Brixton Academy en compagnie d'un Dre au sommet de son art.