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      Rhyme or Reason

      Rhyme or Reason


      Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2

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      Eminem - Rhyme or Reason Música y Letra

      [Verse 1:]
      (What's your name?) Marshall
      (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
      My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
      And had me on the back of a motorcycle
      Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
      It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
      Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
      About to explode all over the canvas
      Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
      (Your music usually has them)
      (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
      (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
      A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
      But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
      Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
      Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
      Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
      Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
      Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
      (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
      Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
      So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
      Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
      But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
      Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give
      Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
      Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing
      Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall
      (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
      (Is he rich like me?) Haha
      (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
      [Verse 2:]
      If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
      I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad
      I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens
      When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
      Makes you want to get up and start dancing
      Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping
      Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
      Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department
      With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart
      With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
      Completely, despondent, and condescending
      The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
      Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
      Guilty, cause I sparked a, revolution
      Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
      To take it to the next level, boost it
      But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
      (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
      Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
      That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
      But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
      Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
      Cause it's the…
      (Whats your name?) Shady
      (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
      (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
      (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
      [Verse 3:]
      So yeah dad let's walk
      Let's have us a father and son talk
      But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
      Without me knocking your block off
      This is all your fault
      Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas
      I appeal to all those walks of like
      Whoever had strife
      Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
      Cause I related to the struggles of Young America
      When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
      Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
      It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
      Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
      Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
      The sound of my hustle says don't knock
      The doors broken it won't lock
      It might just fly open, get cold cocked
      You critics come pay to me a visit
      Misery loves company, please stay a minute
      Kryptonite to a hypocrite
      Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
      Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
      To kick rocks, and you wonder why I lash out
      Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
      Spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion till I'm passed out
      A completely brain dead Rainman
      Doing a bankhead in a restraint chair
      So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
      Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
      All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
      Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
      Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
      For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
      But I still am a CRIMINAL
      Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
      The last Mathers LP that went diamond
      This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD
      When will the madness end, how can it when
      There's no method the pad and pen
      The only message that I have to say is:
      Dad, I'm back at it again

      Eminem - Rhyme or Reason Música y Letra





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