Eminem "The Way I Am" lyrics

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The Way I Am

[Steve Bermann]It would be better if you gave me nothing at allThis album is less than nothing. I can't sell this fucking recordYou're rappin' about homosexuals and VicadinI can't sell this shit!Either change the record or it's not coming out!

[Eminem]Whatever...Dre, just let it runAiyyo turn the beat up a little bitAiyyo... this song is for anyone... fuck itJust shut up and listen, aiyyo...

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bagOf this weed it gives me the shit needed to beThe most meanest MC on this - on this EarthAnd since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curseAnd just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that worksAnd it sells and it helps in itself to relieveAll this tension dispensin these sentencesGettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chestAnd I rest again peacefully (peacefully)...But at least have the decency in youTo leave me alone, when you freaks see me outIn the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughterTo not come and speak to me (speak to me)...I don't know you and no,I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thingI'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends thinkI'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prickIf you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)...No patience is in me and if you offend meI'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet)... in the airI don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw youGo call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuitI'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobeI'm tired of arguin' (of arguin')...I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

[Chorus:]And I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amRadio won't even play my jam'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amI don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be botheredWith all of this nonsense it's constantAnd, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"And all of this controversy circles meAnd it seems like the media immediatelyPoints a finger at me (finger at me)...So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkieOr the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put upWhen you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put upWith the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit tooWhen a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his schoolAnd they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn)... and the heroinWhere were the parents at? And look where it's atMiddle America, now it's a tragedyNow it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-tyHavin this happenin (this happenin)...Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way (rap this way)...But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fireTo burn and it's burnin and I have returned

I'm so sick and tired of bein admiredThat I wish that I would just die or get firedAnd dropped from my label and stop with the fablesI'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is... "And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensationThat got me rotation at rock'n'roll stationsAnd I just do not got the patience (got the patience)...To deal with these cocky caucasians who thinkI'm some wigger who just tries to be black 'cause I talkWith an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askinThe same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)...What school did I go to, what hood I grew up inThe why, the who what when, the where, and the how'Til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out'Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy)... I can't take itI'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sitAnd I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I getBut I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroomWithout someone standin by itNo I won't sign your autographYou can call me an asshole I'm glad

[Chorus:]'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amRadio won't even play my jam'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amI don't know it's just the way I am

Način na koji jesam

(Steve Bermann) (njegov tekst se pojavljuje samo u spotu)Bolje bi bilo da mi ništa nisi ni dao,Ovaj album je gori nego ištaNe mogu prodati ovu j***nu pločuRepaš o homoseksualcima i VicodinuNe mogu prodati ovo s****!Ili promijeni pjesmu ili ne izlazi u prodaju!

(Eminem)Šta god...Dre, samo pusti,Ej jo, pojačaj malo ritamEj jo, ova pjesma je za bilo koga...pusti tozačepi i slušaj, ej jo...

Sjedim nazad sa ovim pakovanjem zig zagsa i ovom torbom ove trave, daje mi stvar potrebnu da budemnajzlobniji MC na ovoj - ovoj planetiI od rođenja sam proklet ovo kletvom da samo psujem,I samo promljrmamovo ludo i bizarno s**** koje djeluje,i prodaje se, i pomaže samo sebi da otpustimovu tenziju koja dijeli ove rečenice,dostiže ovaj stres koji me nedavno izjedaoI odmorim se opet na miru (na miru)...Ali bar imate pristojnosti u sebiDa me ostavite na miru kad me vi nakaze viditena ulicama dok jedem ili hranim kćerku,da ne dođete i obratite mi se (obratite)...ne poznajem vas, i ne,Ne dugujem vam ništaJa nisam g. N'Sync, nisam ono što vaši drugovi misle,Nisam g. Društveni, mogu biti zeznutako me iskušate, moj tenk je prazan,nemam strpljenja u sebi, i ako me napadnete,dižem vas 10 metara u zrakBriga me ko je bio tu i vidio kako vas uništavam.Zovite advokata, pokrenite tužbusmijaću se u sudnici i kupiti vam ormarDosta mi je rasprave (rasprave),Ne želim biti zloban,ali to je jedino što mogu biti, to sam samo ja

I ja sam šta god kažete da samAko nisam, zašto bih to onda rekao?U štampi, u novinama sam svaki danradio neće ni puštati moje pjesmeJer ja sam šta god kažete da samAko nisam, zašto bih to onda rekao?U štampi, u novinama sam svaki danNe znam, to je samo način na koji jesam

Ponekad se jednostavno osjećam kao moj otac,mrzim biti smaranSa svim ovim besmislicama, to je konstantnoI "O, sadržaj njegovih tekstova, pjesma 'Guilty Conscience'Je zadobila tako oštre odgovore"I sva ova kontroverzija koja me okružujeI kao da mediji neposrednoUperuju prstom na menePa i ja na njih uperujem, ali ne kažiprstom ili malim prstom,Ili prstenjakom ili palcem, već onim koji podigneteKad vas nije briga, i nećete trpitiTe gluposti koje izjavljuju, jer su puni g***** takođeKad pretuku momka i izazovu pucnjavu u školi,I krive Marylina, i heroinA gdje su roditelji bili? I gle gdje je toUsred Amerike, sad je to tragedija,sad je to tako tužno vidjetiu gradu visoke klase,da se to dešava u njemu,I onda napadnite Eminema jer repam ovakoAli drago mi je, jer me potpaljuju gorivom koje mi je potrebno za vatru,da gorim, i to gori, i ja sam se vratio

Dosta mi je i umoran sam od divljenjada sam poželio da umrem ili dobijem otkazIli odem iz svoje produkcije, prestanimo sa basnama,Neću uspjeti topirati 'My name is'...I divljenje nekoj pop-senzacijikoje me je uhvatilo da se vrtim po radio-stanicamaI nemam strpljenjada se nosim sa ovim ufuranim bijelcimakoji misle da sam neki bijelac koji se pravi da je crn,i pokušava biti crnac,jer pričam sa akcentom i hvatam se za j***,pa nastavljaju postavljati ista prokleta pitanjaU koju sam školu išao, u kojem sam naselju odrastao,Zašto, ko, šta, kad, gdje i kakoSve dok se ne čupam za kosu i izbacujem bijes,Jer me izluđuju,ne mogu to podnijeti,Trkam se, hodam vamo-tamo, stojim i sjedim,I zahvalan sam na svakom fanu kojeg imamAli ne mogu otići u WC,A da mi neko ne smetaNe, neću vam potpisati autogram,možete me pogrdno zvati, drago mi je

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