by csw621 » May 24th, '14, 22:28
Part I
Aside from being obvious sequels to Stan, Kim and Slim Shady's career, this song is also a diss track with none other than Kanye West square in Eminem's sights.
IT’S LIKE I’M IN THIS DIRT DIGGING UP OLD HURT
TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET MY MIND OFF YOU, IT WON’T WORK
Em feels like rap is his whole world. His Earth. The very ground on which he walks. On MMLP2, for the first time since 2003, he's digging (singing) just like he was in 2000, masterfully, yet without the same drive to become the best. He already did it. He is, unequivocally, the best ever. And everyone knows it. So it's old pain for him now, in 2014. But he has to do it. Because some people won't let it rest. "What does it matter?", you say? I'm sure Eminem has asked himself that. In fact, I know he has sat up at night and wondered, why do I have to be number one, on every. Fucking. List? It matters to him, I believe, because a list is only a list until you try to use it to take from someone something they've earned. Something they worked, literally, since the cradle for. A throne atop rap. But people with no skill, and no respect continue to make a mockery of hip-hop. "Black" rappers. ("Maybe it's because of that?!") "Lookin boys". "Boybands". "Popstars". "N-----s". "Faggots". Pick your euphamism, your (insert) insult (here) for the fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes. Picture it. You're multi-platinum worldwide. Your "Encore" was a miserable failure to say the very least. Your best friend is dead. Your addiction is spiraling out of control. You don't know what to say, how to say it or who to say it to. You've put out two albums, an EP and countless verses. But Kanye West is still making all the headlines. Nothing you try works.
ALL IT TAKES IS ONE SONG ON THE RADIO YOU'RE RIGHT BACK ON IT
REMINDING ME ALL OVER AGAIN HOW YOU FUCKING JUST BRUSHED ME OFF AND LEFT ME SO BURNT
SPENT A LOT OF TIME TRYING TO SOUL SEARCH
MAYBE I NEEDED TO GROW UP A LITTLE FIRST, WELL LOOKS LIKE I HIT A GROWTH SPURT
BUT I’M COMING FOR CLOSURE
Not only is Ye making all the papers, his singles are also on the radio constantly. It reminds him every time he turns one on, that hip-hop has brushed him off, discarded him and moved on to the next fad. He has spent eleven years wondering why he felt like he wasn't the best, even though he knew he was. Perhaps it's because he was 26 and a millionaire. It hit him so hard he didn't stop spinning until 2009. But in the past five years, a growth spurt... a new burst of energy, if you will has occured. Right now not only does he know he's the best, but he also thinks everyone else is complete garbage. Even Nas or Sticky Fingaz in a fair battle. And this is how he felt in 1999. Before he started caring who was the best. And knowing he was. The way he felt when he was writing The Marshall Mathers LP. He's gone from childood in 1999 to adolescence, to adulthood, coming to peace with everything. Everything except hip-hop abandoning him.
DON'T SUPPOSE AN EXPLANATION I'M OWED FOR THE WAY THAT YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME
JUST WHEN I MAY HAVE NEEDED YOU MOST, OH, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER
YOU COULD JUST CLOSE THE CHAPTER AND GO ABOUT YOUR LIFE LIKE IT WAS NOTHING
He deserves to know why he put out the three best rap albums ever and still doesn't get his due recognition. Is it because he's white? Because of his family situation? Because people are jealous? Maybe all of the above. It doesn't matter now though. What matters is that people should be watching Eminem's throne and they're not. They've turned their back on him. They're watching Kim Kardashian's latest wedding on Entertainment Tonight. And there he is. Kanye West. On Em's mind again. Eminem didn't make 8 Mile for the money. He could have cared less if he won the Oscar. Which, by the way, is something so-called talented entertainers work their whole lives for and don't attain. But he won it. For you. While he was asleep with his daughter, who would have grown up without a daddy if things had played out just a little bit differently that icy December in 2007. Eminem is, for all intents and purposes, Batman. He gave his fans, and indeed hip-hop, everything a person, let alone an "entertainer" had in him to give. But it still wasn't enough. The greatest musical genius of our generation was destined to be filed away in a cabinet with N'Sync and the Y2K debacle. Like he was nothing at all. And when he needed his fans the most? When he couldn't put out a record to save his life? When he lost his fucking soulmate in a gunfight? As far as "in" hip-hop was concerned, Em's offerings were about as out as it could get. His career was over. Or so rap thought.
YOU RUINED MINE, BUT YOU SEEM TO BE DOING FINE, WELL I'VE NEVER RECOVERED
BUT TONIGHT BET YA THAT WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO GO THROUGH'S TOUGHER THAN ANYTHING I EVER HAVE SUFFERED
Kanye West and the rest of the lot referenced on this CD have quite literally ruined Marshall's life. But they're on cloud 9. Except, like Batman, Eminem never forgives and he never forgets. His scars have clearly not healed well and tonight, it's time for vengeance served with a side of fava beans and a nice chianti. Suffering through a methadone OD will seem like nothing compared to what's in store for Mr. West.
CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO DEFINE POETIC JUSTICE
CAN I HOLD GRUDGES? MIND SAYING "LET IT GO FUCK THIS"
HEART SAYING "I WILL ONCE I BURY THIS BITCH ALIVE HIDE THE SHOVEL AND THEN DRIVE OFF IN THE SUNSET"
What better way to beat a demon than at its own game? Eminem can rap circles around Kanye, he always could. He says it constantly. Even when he roundabout says it in Talkin 2 Mylself he was still saying it. His opinion never changed between the disses in Get Money and the "shout-outs" and "features" on Recovery. He's just a lot smarter now, and he doesn't have to have his middle finger in the air to get a point across if the person listening gets it. The listener, that's what it's all about isn't it? Kanye is taking listeners from Em and that's not justice. Starting a war is poetic justice for this. Em is strapped for battle. All the while his brain begging him to turn back while his heart pushes him on, into the sunset, dragging Kanye West's mangled corpse behind him. With not a single hip-hop head being any the wiser. Closure, finally.
AND I FLEE THE SCENE, LIKE IT WAS MY LAST RIDE, YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH
OH YOU HAD ME PEGGED THE FIRST TIME, YOU CAN SEE THE TRUTH
BUT IT'S EASIER TO JUSTIFY, WHAT'S BAD IS GOOD
AND I HATE TO BE THE BAD GUY, FOLLOW ME AS I RUN
It's now 2014, MMLP2 has set in and Em is speaking directly to his hardcore fans here. He knows they know when he's smiling through his teeth at someone. But for the rest of the public, it's easier for them to try to say this or that mediocre rapper is the GOAT, and say their trash is good and try to justify it completely. Eminem hates to have to be the "bad guy" who has to tell you of this farce. But who else will? Who else can? Follow him.
To be continued...
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