Wednesday, January 26, 2011
C.O.C.A.I.N.E
Whenever people find out I'm from Detroit, one of the first questions they usually ask me if I like Eminem. I say "Yes" partially out of obligation and partially out of honestly. I like him, yes, but to me thats like asking someone from NY if they like Jay-Z. Yes, you love your hometown hero's but these two? People across the universe love these two. They are king everywhere. Not just Brooklyn and Detroit.
ok, im done gassing.
Point is, since I've been in BK, I have been listening to more Eminem than I ever listened to in my life. He's the angry white boyfriend I always wanted.....I'm kidding. He's fucking nuts. But I feel him. I love his honesty about his own life.
I just heard this song and I cant stop listening to it. It's about addiction. I know, I know. He's beatten the subject mattter to a pulp but so what. This shit is crack.
Cocaine, actually.
And Jazmine Sullivan kills the vocals.
I always wondered about him and why after a billion years he's stilling talking shit about Kim. But then, I figured she was probably the only true love he's ever experienced. And she broke his heart. He addresses it.
There's way too much quoteable content in this record.
Pardon me for my lateness, yet again, but he's officially made my Top 5 list.
So, what would you do for a little bit?
Lyrics:
Got to have it,
yeah I made it
I’m addicted
This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting
Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training
Starts off something like shady’s an insane maniac
yeah slim shady thats a zany name aint it
now all you needs an image to go with the name, baby
wife beaters and white t-shirts
Hanes mainly, its a long shot but is it possible
theres a lane maybe,
if not, he’s gonna have to come and change the whole game, aint he?
he wants the fame so bad he can taste it
he can see his name up in lights
women screaming his f-cking name feinting
shady did it, he sold out the whole stadium
joe smo made it, he took his plain jane lady
and his baby Haley out the trailer
but he aint trailing anymore he’s ahead of the race
while maintaining his innocence
little does he know his train is derailing
and he’s about to be raped by this game anally
You’re operating on all cylinders
syllables spit like dillingers
spilling your guts
people are feeling your mic skills
but these haters are ice grillin’ ya
willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya
fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya
but you can’t decipher why for the life of ya
it wasn’t like this when you were cyphering
argue with your wife again
she found vicodin in your pants last night again
your disputes public
nothing is private anymore
when your best friends say bye bye to him
what kind of apple you take a bite of slim
(but this is what you wanted Marshall aint it)
f-ck no, the way that it turned out
was nothing like the picture that I painted in my head
sometimes a dream I make is more fun than to actually make it
the game stripped me naked
it robbed me of ever having another real relation-ship
with another girl, this World is a f-cking trip
as I slip in another world
proceed, take another hit
sniff til I f-cking hurl
tell em all to f-cking sit and spin til they f-cking twirl
middle finger up again
relapsing back in this game, oh well, f-ck it then
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