domingo, setembro 15, 2013

O urbanismo segundo Eminem

Berzerk... Desafiando a grafia tradicional (berserk), Eminem ilustra o significado da palavra — "frenético", "furioso" — para o seu consumado regresso às origens: Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch...
Depois de Survival, este é o segundo tema do seu oitavo álbum de estúdio, The Marshall Mathers LP 2, a lançar no começo de Novembro, com chancela da Shady Records. Kendrick Lamar, Rick Rubin e Kid Rock fazem-lhe companhia no respectivo teledisco, partilhando essa energia de quem quer refazer o mapa da sua própria condição urbana.

Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I'm bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em stick it
So sick I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body's banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid's rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho...

Kick your shoes off
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We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
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They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain't got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma'am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Kick your shoes off
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We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
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