Eminem "Yellow Brick Road" lyrics

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Yellow Brick Road

[Verse 1]Alright come on, let's cut the bullshit enoughLet's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it upLet's take this shit back to the basementAnd we can discuss statements that's made on this tapeAnd its whole origin of the music that we all know and loveThe music that we all enjoy the music you accuse me of tryna destroyLet's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of DetroitCrossin 8 Mile into Warren, into hick territoryI'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for meYou will well-inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong hereYou've made that perfectly clearI get my ass kicked damn near everywhereFrom Bel-Aire shopping center just for stopping in thereFrom the black side all the way to the white sideOkay there's a bright side: a day that I might slideYou may call it a pass, I call it hauling my assThrough that patch of grass over them railroad tracksOh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracksThem good old notorious oh well known tracks

[Hook]Come on, let's go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeI once used to call home sweet home

[Verse 2]I roam the streets so much they call me a drifterSometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hikeJust to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van DykeAnd steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyardAnd drop it off at the park that was the half-way markTo meet KimHad to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after darkTo sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom'sThats about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the stepsAt Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doin some talent showsAt Center line High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometimeHe looked at me like I'm out my mindShook his head, like "white boys don't know how to rhyme"I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place"And we both had the same rhymes that sound alikeWe was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shitWith compound syllables sound combinedFrom that day we was down to rideSomehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

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[Verse 3]My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at schoolIt was cool till your man MC Shan came throughAnd said that Puma's the brand cause the Klan makes TroopsIt was rumors but, man, god damn they flewMust've been true because man we done banned they shoesI had the new ones, the Cool J, Iceland suede tooAnd we just threw them in the trash like they yesterday's newsGuess who came through next? X clan debutProfessor X (vanglorious), exists in a state of red, black, and greenWith a key, sissies! now with this bein a new trendWe don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albumsBlackness is in, African symbols and medallionsRepresents black power and we ain't know what it meantMe and my man Howard and would go to the mall with 'emAll over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin at allWe was being laughed at, "you ain't even half black!You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that"And that Flavor Flav clock we goin' have to snatch thatAll I remember is meeting back at Manix's basementSaying how we hate this, how racist but dope the X Clan tape isWhich reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first timeShe was tryna two-time me, and there was this black girlAt our school who thought I was coolCause I rapped, so she was kinda eyeing meAnd - oh the irony - guess what her name was?Ain't even goin' say it, plusThe same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugsThe bombest god damn girl in our whole school, if I could pull itNot only would I become more popularBut I would be able to piss Kim off at the same timeBut it backfired, I was supposed to dump herBut she dumped me for this black guyAnd that's the last I ever seen or heard or spokeTo the "Oh foolish pride" girlBut I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that badBut it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologizeI was wrong cause no matter what color a girl is, she's still a ho

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Staza od žute cigle*

(Prva kitica)Dobro, idemo, dosta sranjaZapočnimo, počnimo govoriti o problemu i načmimo gaVratimo ovo sranje natrag u podrumI možemo raspravljati o tvrdnjama iznesenima na ovoj traki*I o cijelom porijeklu glazbe koju svi poznajemo i volimoGlazbe u kojoj svi uživamo, glazbe za koju me optužujete da je pokušavam uništitiVratimo se u '89 kad sam bio dječak na istočnoj strani DetroitaNa prijelazu s 8 milja u Warren, u bjelački teritorijVolio bih s vama podijeliti priču, ovo je moja priča i nitko je ne može ispričati za meneDobro ste me informirali, dobro znam da ne pripadam ovdjeTo mi je kristalno jasnoPrašili su mi tur skoro svugdjeOd trgovačkog centra Bel-Aire samo zato što sam ušao u njOd crne strane sve do bijele straneDobro, ima i svijetla strana: dan koji bih mogao podnijetiMožete reći da sam se izvukao, ja kažem da sam se ubio od trčanjaKroz taj busen trave preko tračnicaO, tih tračnica, tih starih tračnicaTih dobrih starih zloglasnih dobro znanih tračnica

(Refren)Hajdemo, vratimo seSlijedimo stazu od žute cigle dok ulazimo u iduću epizoduPutujte sa mnom dok vas vodim kroz ovo divno malo mjestoKoje sam jednom zvao slatkim domom

(Druga kitica)Toliko sam skitao ulicama da su me zvali lutalicomPonekad bih podigao prst samo da bih stopiraoSamo da bi me netko odbacio na sjecište 8 milja i Ulice Vana DykeaKako bih ukrao prokleti bicikl iz nečijeg stražnjeg dvorištaI odvezao se do parka koji je bio na pola putaDa se nađem s KimNakon što bi pao mrak, morao sam hodati natrag do njezine mame u ChalmersDa se ušuljam u kuću kad bi me mama izbacila iz mojeTada sam prvi put upoznao Proofa*, bio je na stubama s Glupim Garyjem*U školi je dijelio letke, organizirao je natjecanje talenataU drugoj školi, rekao sam mu da zastane i jednom pogleda moju trakuPogledao me kao da sam ludProtresao glavom, kao "bijeli momci ne znaju bacati rime"Improvizirao sam nešto i rimovao iste stvari kao i onI obojica smo imali slične rime koje su slično zvučaleSlušali smo isto sranje, tog Big Daddyja Kanea*S kombiniranim složenim slogovimaOd tog dana bili smo jedan uz drugogaNekako smo znali da ćemo se opet sresti negdje uz put

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(Treća kitica)Prva godina prvog srednje*, ne mogu zaboraviti taj školski danSve je bilo u redu dok nije došao MC Shan*I rekao da je Puma glavni brend jer KKK proizvodi Troops*To su bile glasine, ali kako su se brzo širileSigurno su bile istinite jer smo zabranili te tenisiceImao sam nove, one od Cool J-ja*, od islandskog antilopaI upravo smo ih bacili u smeće kao jučerašnje novinePogodite što je iduće došlo? X Clan* i njihova debataProfessor X* (bombastičan!) postoji u stanju crvene, crne i zelene*U tome je ključ, pičke! Kad je to postao novi trendMi se nismo uklapali, bijelci i njihovi albumi bili su izvan modeU trendu je biti crn, afrički simboli i medaljePredstavljali su crnu snagu, a mi nismo znali što to značiJa i moj prijo Howard bismo išli u trgovački centar s njimaNa vratovima, pokazivali ih bez da smo išta znaliSmijali su nam se, "niste čak ni napola crni!Ne biste trebali imati to, daj mi to, stariI taj sat od Flavora Flava*, moramo to zaplijeniti"Sve čega se sjećam bilo je sastajanje u prijateljevom podrumuGovorili smo kako mrzimo to, kako je traka X Clana rasistička, ali i vrh u isto vrijemeŠto me vraća u '89 kad smo ja i Kim prvi put prekinuliPokušala me prevariti, a postojala je jedna crnkinjaU našoj školi koja je mislila da sam frajerJer sam repao, pa je pomalo bacala oko na meneI - koje li ironije - pogodite kako se zvala?Ne moram to ni reći, i jošIsta boja kose kao njena i plave leće i dobre siseNajveća bomba u našoj školi, kad bih je zbarioNe bih samo postao popularnijiNego bih u isto vrijeme mogao razbijesniti KimAli vratilo mi se, ja sam trebao ostaviti njuAli ona je ostavila mene zbog tog crncaI to je zadnje što sam ikad vidio, čuo ili rekaoO curi glupog ponosa*Ali čuo sam da ljudi kažu da su čuli traku i da nije tako lošaAli jest, generalizirao sam cijelu rasu i zbog toga se ispričavamBio sam u krivu, jer cure su kurve bez obzira na rasu

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