Eminem - Untouchable (Lyric Video) (2017)

Eminem - Untouchable (Lyric Video) (2017)
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Eminem - Untouchable (Lyric Video) lyrique
Pt. I [Intro] Hands up, officer don’t shoot Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot We may never understand each other it’s no use We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through [Verse 1] Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you Pull up on the side of you Window rolled down, profiled And then we wonder why we see this side of you Probably coming from the dope house We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out We know you're hiding that Heidi Klum on you And you're on another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you What the fuck am I gonna do? I keep telling myself keep doing like you're doing No matter how many lives you ruin It's for the red, white and blue Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two No one's ever indicted you Why? [Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)] 'Cause you're a white boy, white boy You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me Try to tell me how to live) White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her 'Cause my head is like a sieve) White boy, white boy, you're untouchable (The world's coming to an end, I don't even care) Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar) [Verse 2] Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at Why you kicking that soda can? Pull your pants up We bought to roll up, and Throw your ass in the van, cuffed You don't have to know our plan or what our intentions are Our guns are close to our chest You better show your hands And put our minds more at ease And you'll get shot in the thyroid, 'cause you might die, boy We fighting a crime war Here come the swine Tryna' clean up these streets from all these minorities That's why we call them pigstye's for They're like eyesores to police Talk to you like you're a piece of trash Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me As I kick these facts, and Get these mixed reactions As this beat backspins It like we're drifting back into the 60s Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening Throughout history, African-American's have been treated like shit And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassing to be a [Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)] 'Cause you're a white boy, white boy You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me Try to tell me how to live) White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don't listen to her 'Cause my head is like a sieve) White boy, white boy, you're untouchable (The world's coming to an end, I don't even care) Nobody can tell me shit cause I'm a (big rockstar) Pt. II [Verse 3] Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner I feel like checking out on life, can't escape my circumstance I'd rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord Ninja, now it's better to describe banter But that's life Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially And can't find answers We're applying for McDonald's It seems like the only franchise that'll hire, so how can we have higher standards As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter We fight back with violence But acts like that are Black eyes on the movement Which makes wack lives madder At cops and cops madder And that's why it's at a stalemate Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops The block is our backyard offices Not the crack spot Call the attack dogs off of us, man You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop And bad cops fuck it up for good cops And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods 'Cause they ain't acclimated to 'em Like that's the way to do it Who's seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns And no nobody black so they act afraid of us And that's racism Fear to the black face gives them A subconscious racist Wait, why is there black neighborhoods? 'Cause America segregated us Designated us, to an area Separated us Section-eight'd us When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us And education sucks, every days another Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint? We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape The sirens Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies In The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence And we’re trapped in, these racial biases That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise Every time we see a devil’s face Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and Gats And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause We’re black "But you kill each other, facts- you peel each Others caps, for silly stuff like hats” Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes Fuck your republican views Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots? And streets act as a narrator Don't gotta read comics Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers 'Cause no one overseas, these cops, and Always see some B charges We see them beat Rodney King and got off So we don't need all your crooked police peace officer offerings Just keep marching, til' we reach congress But they gonna say you're tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don't stand for the national anthem We raised it, you better praise it or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield Home of the bravest still, racist spills So the whole nation feels like a plantation field In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals That had its Natives killed Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build