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Letra de Canciones - Eminem -
Sunday, 10 July 2005
Like Toy Soldiers
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down... Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
(Verso 1) I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em Now the Ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it That was never my object for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I help build It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' Suge Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth While he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life Like fuck it i understand this is business And this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
(Verso 2) There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it? It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up Was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin' Well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a Coro To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is To have Runion Avenue Soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered There ain't words that I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' I'm just willin' to be the bigger man If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws with the knockin' Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin' I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers...
Posted by J.A.J.G
at 12:27 PM
My Band
(Eminem) I don’t know dude, I think everyone’s all jealous in s__t because I’m like the lead singer of the band dude and I think every ones got a f__kin problem with me dude and they need to take it up with me after the show
(Coro:) (Eminem) these chicks don’t even know the name of my band But there all on me like they wanna hold hands cause once I blow they know that I’ll be the man All because I’m the lead singer of my band.
(Verso 1) (Eminem) So I get on the stage right drop the mic Walk up to these hot chicks and I’m all like What’s up ladies my names Slim Shady I’m the lead singer of D12 baby There all like “oh my god it’s him, Becky oh my F__king god it’s eminem. I sware to f__kin god dude you F__kin rock, please Marshal please let me suck your C__k” by now the rest of the fellas get jealous especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas ____ start yelling, all the hot babes throw there bras and shirts and there panties on stage so like every single night they pick a fight with me but when we fight it’s kinda like sibling rivalry cuz there back on stage the next night with me dude I just think your just trying to steal the light from me yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me because I told him Jessica Alba’s my wife to be this rock star S__t is the life for me and all the other guys just despise me because….
(Coro)
(Eminem) My Band, my band, my band X3 Baby yeah (Swift) Gimme this mic
(Verso 2) (Swift) Gimme this mic You just wanna see a n___a backwards don’t you Hey dad how come we don’t rap off pro tools Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van and he in a tour bus You don’t want my autograph you’s a liar Nah I’m swift “oh I thought you were Kuniva” What the hell is wrong with our dressing room Cause our s__t looking smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, it’s simple but All I did was read a Russell Simons book So I’m more in tact trying to get on the map Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back (Kuniva) Look at Em’s little punk ass thinking he’s the s__t (Kon Artist) Yeah I know man by himself taking all the flicks (Kuniva) I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue (Eminem) No I had an interview, not you two (Kuniva) You gonna be late for sound check (Kon Artist) Man I ain’t going to sound check (Kuniva) But our mics are screwed up (Kon Artist) And his always sound best You know what man, I’ma say somethin hay yo Em (Eminem) You got somethin to say (Kon Artist) Man no (Kuniva) I thought you were about to tell him off, man what’s up (Kon Artist) I’m tell him when I feel like it, man shut up You didn’t even back me up we supposed to be crew (Kuniva) I was about to talk right after you I sware (I sware man) (Kon Artist) Ah whatever
(Coro)
(Verso 3) (Proof) They say the lead singers rock but the group is not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks I’m gonna let the world know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (hey yo what’s) Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan That be talking about “hey yo dude I love your band” We ain’t a band b___c we don’t play instruments So why he get ninety and we only get ten percent These guys acting funny every area code (Eminem) Proof carry my bag
(Proof) You carry your own Can’t make it to the stage security in my way (who the F__K are you? Where’s Obie and Dre?)
(Verso 4) (Bizarre) Damn it, I’m sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loot I told you I make the beats, wrote all the raps Till Kon Artist slipped me some C__K Lose Yourself video, I was in the back Superman video, I was in the back F__k the media, I got some suggestions F__k Marshall ask us some questions Like who’s D12, how we get started “what about Eminem”, B___h are you retarded anyway I’m the popularist guy in the group Big ass stomach, b___h’s think I’m cute Fifty told me do sit ups to get buff did two and a half and couldn’t get up f__k D12 I’m out a this band I’m a start a group with the real Roxanne….
(Eminem) Girl why can’t you see you’re the only one for me And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don’t know my band.
(Coro)
(Bizarre) Man F__k this these chicks don’t even know the name of my band But there all on me like they wanna hold hands(F__K Marshal) cause once I blow they know that I’ll be the man(Yeah) All because I’m the new lead singer .... ha ha ha
(Eminem) My Band, my band, my band X3 (Bizarre) The band, our band, the band, my band, roxanne shante, that’s me. (Kon Artist) the hardest boy band in the world… D12
(Eminem) I’m the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off there underpants I’m the lead singer of my band, My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single It’s called my salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off there underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa
(Eminem) Where did everybody go?
Posted by J.A.J.G
at 12:26 PM
Any Man
(Eminem) Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellant, better check the smelly Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling with a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my adam's apple (hurry up!) Somebody dropped me on my head, and I was sure that my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months and said, "I'm ready now bitch - ain't you feelin these kicks cunt?" The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphillis germs and I'm hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (yuck!) (Yuck!) Hit you in the head with a brick til you plummet If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick til you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it Cause your style is like dyin in my sleep, I don't feel it
(Coro: Eminem)
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan for twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin is fuckin crazy -- you hear me? Ha? Is fuckin crazy -- hello, hi! Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan for twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin is fuckin crazy -- do you hear me? Is fuckin crazy
(Eminem) I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of thai weed Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese twins, joined at the groin like lesbians Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends
(Coro: Eminem)
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan for twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin is fuckin crazy -- you hear me? Ha? Is fuckin crazy -- listen!! Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan for twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin is fuckin crazy -- you hear me? Is fuckin crazy
Posted by J.A.J.G
at 12:25 PM
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