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Untouchable
Eminem
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
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, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum on you
On you 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 back, then walk up, and lay that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself keep doin' like you're doin'
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?
'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talkin' to me
Tryna 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)
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 'bout 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 cards are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or 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 just 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's like we're drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Tryna 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)
Seems like an average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price 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 disguised banter
But that's life
Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, butMcDonald's seems to be 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 officers
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all 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, and every day's 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, it's 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 are 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 oversees these cops, and
Always see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious
And got off so we don't need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, 'til we reach congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum if you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise 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 brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it's foundation was based on based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build
compositores: Andre Brown, Denaun Porter, Duval Clear, Emile Haynie, Eric McIntosh, Gay Delorme, Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers, Richard Marin, Tommy Chong, Tyrone Kelsie
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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
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, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum on you
On you 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 back, then walk up, and lay that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself keep doin' like you're doin'
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?
'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talkin' to me
Tryna 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)
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 'bout 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 cards are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or 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 just 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's like we're drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy
You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Tryna 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)
Seems like an average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price 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 disguised banter
But that's life
Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, butMcDonald's seems to be 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 officers
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all 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, and every day's 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, it's 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 are 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 oversees these cops, and
Always see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious
And got off so we don't need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, 'til we reach congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum if you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise 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 brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it's foundation was based on based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build
compositores: Andre Brown, Denaun Porter, Duval Clear, Emile Haynie, Eric McIntosh, Gay Delorme, Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers, Richard Marin, Tommy Chong, Tyrone Kelsie
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