EMINEM – lyrics "Cleanin Out My Closet" Where's my snare, I have ...

<strong>EMINEM</strong> <strong>–</strong> <strong>lyrics</strong><br />

"<strong>Cleanin</strong> <strong>Out</strong> <strong>My</strong> Closet"<br />

<strong>Where's</strong> <strong>my</strong> <strong>snare</strong>, I <strong>have</strong> no <strong>snare</strong> in <strong>my</strong> headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...<br />

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I <strong>have</strong>, i've been protested and<br />

demonstrated<br />

against, picket signs for <strong>my</strong> wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the<br />

motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',<br />

tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,<br />

give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the<br />

evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but<br />

they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you<br />

mama,<br />

i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...<br />

[CHORUS]<br />

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm<br />

cleanin' out <strong>my</strong> closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I<br />

never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out <strong>my</strong> closet...<br />

I got some skeletons in <strong>my</strong> closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown<br />

me<br />

inside <strong>my</strong> coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a<br />

multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, <strong>my</strong> faggot father<br />

must <strong>have</strong> had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me<br />

goodbye,<br />

no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I<br />

couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit <strong>my</strong> teeth and I'd try, to make it<br />

work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but<br />

i'm<br />

man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the<br />

smartest<br />

shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would <strong>have</strong> shot<br />

Kim and him both, it's <strong>my</strong> life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...<br />

[CHORUS]<br />

Now I would never diss <strong>my</strong> own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who you<br />

think this record is dissin', but put yourself in <strong>my</strong> position, just try to envision witnessin'<br />

your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin'<br />

through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of<br />

Munchausen's syndrome, <strong>my</strong> whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I<br />

grew<br />

up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made<br />

that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what,<br />

your<br />

gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna<br />

know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but<br />

you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you<br />

won't<br />

admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how<br />

dare<br />

you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in<br />

hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess<br />

what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...<br />

[CHORUS] (2002)

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"White America"<br />

America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful<br />

Country of ours, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men <strong>have</strong> died for to protect,<br />

The women and men who <strong>have</strong> broke their neck's for the freedom of speech the United States<br />

Government has sworn to uphold, or<br />

(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...<br />

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,<br />

So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views<br />

And the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' ar<strong>my</strong> marchin' in back of me, so many lives I<br />

Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight<br />

Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and<br />

Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' <strong>my</strong> hair, with some peroxide,<br />

Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how<br />

Could I predict <strong>my</strong> words would <strong>have</strong> an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with<br />

somebody<br />

Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now<br />

They're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all <strong>my</strong> life,<br />

And now I'm dumping it on...<br />

[Chorus]<br />

White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this,<br />

White America, Erica loves <strong>my</strong> shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America, I<br />

Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this, white America, Erica<br />

Loves <strong>my</strong> shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get...<br />

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown, Shady lose, Shady<br />

Sits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help, make ladies<br />

swoon<br />

Baby, {ooh baby}, look at <strong>my</strong> sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half, I<br />

Ain't <strong>have</strong> to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I could rap, so fuck school,<br />

I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at, when I was<br />

Underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I<br />

was<br />

Like, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up<br />

Under his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in<br />

Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at<br />

Shit, wow, I'm like <strong>my</strong> skin is it starting to work to <strong>my</strong> benefit now, it's...<br />

[Chorus]<br />

See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these words<br />

Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I created so much<br />

Motherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids<br />

Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took, and they were instantly<br />

hooked<br />

Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them, that's why they put <strong>my</strong><br />

Lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope, waitin'<br />

To choke, tightening around <strong>my</strong> throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this,<br />

Nope, all I hear is, <strong>lyrics</strong>, <strong>lyrics</strong>, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock, to<br />

Try to stop <strong>my</strong> concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston,<br />

After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack<br />

From these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or<br />

Say faggot, shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin'<br />

Spokesman now for...<br />

[Chorus]<br />

So to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her

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Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to<br />

The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket and<br />

replace<br />

It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of<br />

Hypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore, fuck you with the freest of speech this<br />

Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to <strong>have</strong>, fuck you, [vocal melody],<br />

He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...<br />

(2002)<br />

. . . . . . .<br />

"Mosh"<br />

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America<br />

And to the Republic for which it stands<br />

One nation under God<br />

Indivisible with liberty and justice for all...<br />

It feels so good to be back..<br />

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line<br />

I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind<br />

I give sight to the blind, <strong>my</strong> insight through the mind<br />

I exercise <strong>my</strong> right to express when I feel it's time<br />

It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as<br />

I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass<br />

If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask<br />

A father who has grown up with a fatherless past<br />

Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has<br />

Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task<br />

And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft<br />

Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts<br />

Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half<br />

Of his career typical manure moving past that<br />

Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act<br />

Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back<br />

[Chorus:]<br />

Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness<br />

As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed<br />

Carry on, give me hope, give me strength<br />

Come with me and I won't steer you wrong<br />

Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog<br />

To the light at the end of the tunnel<br />

We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march<br />

Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh<br />

Take us right through the doors (c'mon)<br />

All the people up top on the side and the middle<br />

Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little<br />

Just let it gradually build from the front to the back<br />

All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black<br />

Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together<br />

To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather<br />

If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better<br />

They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever<br />

They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go<br />

Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know<br />

Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)<br />

[Chorus]

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Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us<br />

Mosh pits outside the oval office<br />

Someone's tryina tell us something,<br />

Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible<br />

For this monster, this coward,<br />

That we <strong>have</strong> empowered<br />

This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'<br />

How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists<br />

Now this is our final hour<br />

Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice<br />

Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise<br />

Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...<br />

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch<br />

Maybe we can reach alqueda through <strong>my</strong> speech<br />

Let the president answer a higher anarchy<br />

Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war<br />

Let him impress daddy that way<br />

No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil<br />

No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal<br />

If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero<br />

Look in his eyes its all lies<br />

The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped<br />

And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die<br />

If I get sniped tonight you know why,<br />

Cause I told you to fight.<br />

[Chorus]<br />

And as we proceed,<br />

To Mosh through this desert storm,<br />

In these closing statements, if they should argue<br />

Let us beg to differ<br />

As we set aside our differences<br />

And assemble our own ar<strong>my</strong><br />

To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction<br />

That we call our President, for the present<br />

And Mosh for the future of our next generation<br />

To speak and be heard<br />

Mr. President, Mr. Senator<br />

Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)<br />

(2004)