Thought they hated Trump?Dont really care about Trump but when Em disses him apparently it’s bad.

em still trying to defend the crap that is Revival. watch it get a Grammy anyway lol. I love how fucked up this world is.

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Lol what? It receives criticism because the sound is fucking trash. Em can do so much better, this album was just trash.

What a listening pile of shit! He needs this to up his game! Come back humble not a over the top over opinionated cunt!

Clone em I sad

Fuck the haters
I bet there the same people hating on today’s hip hop complaining about how no one provides actual lyrics and always mumbling in there songs.
This generation of fans are stupid fucks .they complain about today’s hip hop yet when Eminem provides reality rap They hate. it’s these very people who are to blame for the demise of hip hop
Because today’s rappers know full well if they talk about real life issues people won’t appreciate it.
So they put 10 percent into there lyrics and 90 percent into there beats .

Wonder how many people would call revival a classic if it was Kendrick rapping? 🤔

Eminem and his zionist handler…sellout.

Anyone who thinks revival is not good enough needs to focus on the lyrics more, like it has really deep lyrics with awesome hooks. Its a balanced album having from fun to serious tracks, but maybe not party or songs to get high to.



Rap God

Eminem

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Lyrics

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only going to get this one chance
Something’s wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what
If that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill ’em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing
That I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a Maxipad
It’s actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC’s get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead, but I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I’m Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’ve
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You’re like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin’ to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
I’m never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they’d be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he’s too mainstream
Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It’s not hip hop, it’s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that
I don’t know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
How many verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you’re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here’s what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don’t mistake it for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don’t be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?

History Lesson:
The American government abolished slavery, allowed Black people to live amongst White people in America, and even allowed them to become citizens. Black people were known as grateful, happy people, and they were starting to gain respect by the majority of White people although they weren’t as educated due to years of slavery. Black people like White people were being educated in Southern regions of America to better their chances at having a bright future. Some Black people stayed, and learned, while the majority travelled North acrossed America looking for work that didn’t require having an education. Due to not having many funds, they would live in poor neighbourhoods occupied by White Italians in some cases, wherever was affordable to them at the time, and eventually they took over. The offspring they raised who didn’t respect the idea of having to learn to make money would drop out of school, steal, and commit other crimes to make lots of money. Once that started happening, more Black children would see their peers coming to school wearing new clothing, and nice shoes, so they wanted to live that life. Therefore they would drop out to chase that dream of gangbanging. They would impregnate multiple women, but not stick around to raise the children, so more black boys were growing up without a father figure, and would resort to gangbanging because it’s all they knew. Again, the Government tried to help by tearing down buildings that were used as drug, and gang hideouts, but once again gangbangers would just takeover other buildings that were occupied by families just trying to survive the 9mm flybys. Meanwhile the small amount of Black people who stayed in school, grew up to be doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, celebrities, and athletes just like any other race. The idea that black people have it worse for no reason is just a ridiculous statement with no proof. It’s not black people who have it worse, it has to do with the people dressing, and talking like thugs regardless of what race they are. "Thugs" have been showing aggression to White people, cops, women, and even other Black people for many decades to "prove themselves". That’s why cops are wary around them, and tend to react quicker than they would somebody who is a clean cut man regardless if they’re Black, White, Asian, or Hispanic. I was told this by a wise OG I spoke to at a Chicago Bulls game in Illinois, he completely opened my eyes to the reality of America, and the reality of American television. Please do more research before believing the medias narrative. I wish Eminem had of done that, I’ve been a fan since the Slim Shady LP and still am regardless of track 4, and 9 on Revival.

G.O.A.T ALWAYS!

Album sucked

The problem I have with “Revival” is it doesn’t really sound like a rap album, it’s got too many features that are pop and r&b, the beats are underproduced, not like the classic hard core snare kinda beats by Dre and em himself, the lyrics are mediocre I can tell he’s free styling more than actual writing, the Rick Rubin production just doesn’t fit well with Em general sound so I give the album a 3 out of 10

It’s trash

(((ROSENBERG))) EMINEM = SHABOS GOY… WHITE YOUTH ISNT SUICIDAL ANYMORE… WE SEE YOU… TRUMP RULES

Why would anyone care what he says? Or any celebrity for that matter. He’s a has been, glad I outgrew this clown

Revival wasn’t bad I didn’t like it at first but after I listened to the Album a couple more times I grew to appreciate it. My 3 favorite Eminem albums is in order the Eminem show recovery and Marshall Mathers LP. I have enjoyed allhis albums. I have been a fan of em since I heard mmlp when I was in 7th grade I’m 30 now. Eminem is the Goat

slim sold out big time.