Відео

At this point Ive designated lyrics worth sacrificing for my lungs to refill

I ALMOST RAPPED THE FAST PART

There is no way I just rapped a little bit faster than him..

I learned this song since 3 days... I think 1 week and i can rap this cool song from my love rapper of america 🌹 thank you Marshall M. For all this music since i was a litte child of 15 years old i hear your music. 😊. Now i am 38 years. 🌻👋

Bro i can't breath

4:20 so you can prepare Goodluck you'll need it

Those who are here just for the sound not the lyrics✋✋✋

4:29 this is the part you came from

I am the same age as Em now ngl brah my lungs was empty after that one 😂❤😂 🎤 mic drop for reals whew! 😰

Are you German by any chance?

i’m sick so i’m trying this i’ll let you guys know if i die 😅

1:10

I actually sung this song with this video???! Like- I kinda struggled on some words and parts but I still did okay! I actually sung the fast part well too. (Kinda messed at the beginning part but it got easier) <3

@CaptainAwesomeKaraoke will you do a karaoke and lyrics vid for houdini?

Since I already know the lyrics I try to rap it and sometimes I get a bit faster but then stop because I made a mistake

sigma

GUYS I DID ITT😭😭😭MY LUNGS BROKE I DID IN ONE BREATH😩😩😩

Singing this is going to be memory aid therapy for Milennials when we’re in retirement homes.

RAPGOD

these are mostly for me but here are checkpoints for trying to rap this, i recommend utilizing playback speed 0:37

I DID IT OMG

Second favorite song from this album when it came out and I still remember the words. What a masterpiece. Harder to rap this than Lose Yourself…

Easy-peasy.

4:22

4:23

Who can rap to 3:10

BOOOOO OFF STAGE

boo

Do I Get To Be Leader, Killed A Guy! An I Kno Chest... 2 For 1 PLUMS...

The fact that i lesrnt the actual fast part just saying "every bit of mes the epitome of a spitter"

PRO TIP: Practice on faster speed. When you go back down to normal speed it will feel extremely easy. It’s like trying to catch a football with two hands after practicing catching a ping pong ball with one hand.

Was practicig in this song in the car while my mom was buying smthing, and then I see a guy with a Slim Shady t shirt passed by lol

I can rap? I love this Sog and wanted to prove my friends that I can sing Didos part just to lean that I can RAP. I am really happy right now.

4:28 timestamp btw 0.25 speed mastered LOL 0.5 speed mastered 0.75 speed id say mastered kinda lost breath at last word 2nd try on 0.75 I GOT WORSE LOL 3rd try on 0.75 i did it! I will practice more but thats all for now! I wanna get my words out a little clearer before i go to 1x speed lol

4:28 idid it but im coughing now😂

2:50

4:28 Not to brag, but I know this part of the song.

Just rapped the last verse 🎉🎉🎉 From heaven 😂

before: EMINEM¡¡¡¡ after: the rap of peru :0

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings" "But I'm only going to get this one chance" (six minutes-, six minutes-) "Something's wrong, I can feel it" (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) "Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances" "You are just what the doc ordered" I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to, "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame) You - think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the f- are you thinkin'? Little ga-lookin' boy So ga-, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's ga-!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for s- Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep thro- I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the f- that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? F- being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream", well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs, you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fu- you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fu- wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation, understand the discrimination But f- it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the f- am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for (Satan), it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

0:04

Now, I was born in the gutter, facin' life or death I was a thug, ever since my mama gave me breath These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I To try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggas fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin, ain't no love, bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm trying to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin' days Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin paid, so, nigga, blaze 'Cause we some motherfuckin' fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin' niggas, makin' moves Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy

Spitting hard on this, so fun. Eminem is a cadence god. And how he clusters every word to pack as much of a punch in each sentence and how everything rolls together. Really amazing.

SORRY LADIES! HES MINE,

It's alright, it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Gonna make it, can't give up now I'ma make it somehow Sometimes I just feel like quittin', I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been 'vict'd So I must then get off the bus, then split Man, fuck this shit, yo, I'm goin' the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryna regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, Momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset, 'cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man, I'm just tryna do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo, I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please, I'm beggin' you, God Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job Yo, I hope you can hear me, homie, wherever you are Yo, I'm tellin' you, dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far But yo, I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma 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 I'm a man, gotta make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) You gotta live it to feel it; you didn't, you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go? Who must I show to bust my flow? Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket? 'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo, my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army, tryna salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryna travel this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battlin' mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want Is pity from no one, this city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm doin', I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo, it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin', no, next time I meet 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 words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred Time to show these Free World leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road I'm a man, gotta make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) Thanks to teecchh, Tim, ImCorrect, manish.munikar, bob johnson for correcting these lyrics. 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Two broken legs trying to walk it off.... alcohol is one hell of a drug.

4:21 fast part good luck

This is the one

Break y’a neck

Is it bad that I can rap this song without messing up?