Did you see this freestyle rap from our Detroit Man? Not for everyone the style, but the message was straight on to me.
Sadly I wish there was more respect from all sides, but give and you get it seems today. Eminem was the one to handle it.
Did you see this freestyle rap from our Detroit Man? Not for everyone the style, but the message was straight on to me.
Sadly I wish there was more respect from all sides, but give and you get it seems today. Eminem was the one to handle it.
I'm an unabashed Eminem fan, but I haven't watched it yet. (As I type this, it came on the radio. Serendipity.)
If Trump were just a decent fellow, bumbling along, overwhelmed by his job, I might afford him some courtesy. But he's the farthest thing from that.
"Will minus intellect constitutes vulgarity." Arthur Schopenhauer
Both Mr. Donald Trump and Mr. Marshall Bruce Mathers III have provided support for that proposition for many years.
The art of insult has declined sadly in this coarse and ignorant age of ours. As Disraeli said "He has to learn that petulance is no sarcasm, and that insolence is not invective." We get the standard of invective in art and politics that we deserve.
Here are his lovely lyrics from his 2000 hit "Kill You":
When I just a little baby boy
My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause that's just the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
These mother****ers are thinkin' I'm playin'
Thinkin' I'm sayin' the shit
Cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down bitch, I ain't goin' shoot you
I'm a pull you to this bullet, and put it through you
Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, Vrinn!
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to **** with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'm a be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't a said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said you don't, want to **** with Shady (cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will ****in' kill you (ah-ha ha)
I said you don't, want to **** with Shady (why?)
'Cause Shady, will ****in' kill you
Bitch I'm a kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm a conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
It ain't acid rap, I just rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again
You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Bitch I'm a kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to **** with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece!
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
**** shots! I hope the weed will outweigh these drinks
Mother****ers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
**** that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play
I go the machete from O.J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throat ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on
Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me!
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to **** with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
Ha ha ha, I'm just playin' ladies
You know, I love you
I'm familiar with that. In his defense, he didn't actually do anything to her...No accounting for what contentious divorces bring out in the principals. It's telling that he has custody of their daughter, and I believe also a niece.
I don't know much about Eminem. The song lyrics you printed are not pretty ones. But I don't know more. I don't know if this 'proof' that he is a sexist, woman hating man. What else have you got? The thing is, art it art, it doesn't have to be pretty and we don't have to agree with it. But even when I hate art, or even the message of art, there is one thing about art I admire. When art makes you uncomfortable. When it makes me uncomfortable. That's how ideas have been moved for millenniums, by the act of making people looking at something that perhaps they wouldn't have looked at before. It can solidify ideas, create friction, create change, bring conciliation and healing. None of this comment is about Eminem specifically, more about art, other than just: Is there more to it than that to prove he's a woman hater?
Is he making us think in new ways? Is he saying ugly things in some beautiful or interesting new ways? Is he shining some revealing new light on the human condition that helps us understand ourselves or others better? Is there an important political statement being made? Does he even rise to the level of well-crafted pornography?
I may just be a philistine, but sometimes crap is just crap.
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