作词 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico 作曲 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair And who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin' Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out (Bitch!) 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh) I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me If I'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal how the **** can I raise a little girl? I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!) (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's ****ed up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine (Ha-ha!) Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you, but we're the ****in' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on through Our lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can… Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[00:00.000] 作词 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico [00:23.620]These ideas are nightmares to white parents [00:26.550]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair [00:28.730]And who likes earrings [00:29.870]Like whatever they say has no bearing [00:32.140]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing [00:35.090]To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin' [00:38.270]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's [00:40.910]A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out [00:44.150]When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out (Bitch!) [00:46.690]'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out [00:49.900]If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out [00:52.620]His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back [00:55.310]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap [00:58.400]He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap [01:01.660]His step-father hit him so he socked him back [01:04.350]And broke his nose, his house is a broken home [01:07.180]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go [01:11.520](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) [01:14.250]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) [01:16.710]Sing it with me, it's just for today [01:19.240]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away [01:28.020]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters [01:30.780]In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum [01:33.860]Holy or unholy, only have one homie [01:35.400]Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me [01:39.690]Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh) [01:42.440]I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great [01:45.520]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate [01:48.040]It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make [01:51.150]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum [01:54.090]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen? [01:57.230]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' [01:59.960]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass [02:02.880]But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you [02:05.920]Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you [02:08.990]To get they hands on every dime you have [02:11.560]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad [02:14.340]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon [02:17.670]Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns [02:21.010]That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me [02:23.640]Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly [02:26.420]But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously [02:29.100]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me [02:32.120]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me [02:35.240]If I'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B [02:38.610]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal [02:41.760]how the **** can I raise a little girl? [02:44.270]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to [02:46.350]You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!) [02:50.490](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) [02:52.910]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!) [02:55.780]Sing it with me, it's just for today [02:58.630]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away [03:07.140]They say music can alter moods and talk to you [03:09.900]Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? [03:12.950]Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude [03:15.790]Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued [03:18.670]See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols [03:22.470]And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool [03:25.160]Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves [03:27.690]We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales [03:30.490]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self [03:33.520]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail [03:36.460]It's ****ed up, ain't it? [03:37.670]How we can come from practically nothin' [03:39.300]To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted [03:42.260]That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing [03:45.080]Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine (Ha-ha!) [03:47.670]Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long [03:51.160]Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs [03:54.130]Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives [03:56.850]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die [03:59.830]'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe [04:02.680]We're nothin' to you, but we're the ****in' shit in they eyes [04:05.560]That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it [04:08.660]Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden [04:11.560]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone [04:13.960]Just let our spirits live on through [04:15.650]Our lyrics that you hear in our songs [04:17.400]And we can… [04:18.050]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) [04:20.800]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) [04:23.880]Sing it with me, it's just for today [04:26.330]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away [04:35.780]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) [04:38.190]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) [04:41.190]Sing it with me, it's just for today [04:43.990]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
