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The Eminem Show
Album:
The Eminem Show
Artist:
Eminem
Released: 2002
Record Label: Interscope Records
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America (America)
We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect.
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech
the United States Government has sworn to uphold
(Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song)
or so we are told

I never would have dreamed in a million years id see
so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me
So many lives I touch,
So much anger aimed at no particular direction
Just sprays and sprays
Straight through your radio waves
It plays and plays
Till it stays stuck in your head
For days and days
who woulda thought standin in this mirror
Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide
Reachin for a T shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the fore front of rap like this
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin me
I aint causin nuttin but problems
And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government
Im lovin it
I shovelled shit all my life
And now dumping it in it on

WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
little eric looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL
Look how many hugs I get

WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
little eric looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL
Look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself
If they were brown
Shady lose Shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute
Shady knew
Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
(ooo baby)

Look at my sales
Lets do the math,
If I was black I woulda sold half
I aint have to graduate
From Lincoln High School to know that
But I can rap so fuck school
Im too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the fuckin studio's at
When I was underground
No one gave a fuck I was white
No lables wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, I was like Fuck it
Until I met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And I lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that I got
Was probably his
In exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin back lookin at shit, wow.
Im like My skin, is it startin to work to my benefit now?

WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
little eric looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL
Look how many hugs I get

WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
little eric looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL
Look how many hugs I get

See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise
Woulda never knew these words exist
whose moms probably woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
Till I created so much mutha fuckin turbulence
Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms I came
And kids Flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
Thats all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too because I looked like them
Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin with a fine tooth comb
Its like this rope waitin to choke
Tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while I write this like I dont like yes no
All I hear is:
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop was never a problem
In Harlem only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers
of daughters startin to blossom
so now im catchin the flack from these activists
When they raggin
Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch or say fagget
Shit, Just look at me like im your closest pal
the poster child
the mutha fuckin spokesman now for

WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur


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