Eminem calls Iraq war "mess," blames president
In the Dr. Dre-produced track, the rapper denounces the war in Iraq. "Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell," Eminem raps. "We gonna let him know/Stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck Bush!/Until they bring our troops home." Later in the song, he adds, "Let the president answer on higher anarchy/Strap him with an AK-47, let him go fight his own war/Let him impress daddy that way . . . No more blood for oil."
http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/6583259/eminem?pageid=rs.Home&pageregion=single1
"Bush is definitely not my homie," Eminem said in an interview to be published in Rolling Stone's November edition.
"But I'm still undecided. Kerry has been known to say some things that's caught my attention, made a few statements I've liked, but I don't know. Whatever my decision, I would like to see Bush out of office."
The 32-year old rapper includes an angry and profanity-laced denunciation of Bush and the war in Iraq on his new album, Encore, which will release next month.
"Let the president answer on higher anarchy/Strap him with an AK-47, let him go fight his own war/Let him impress daddy that way ... No more blood for oil," Eminem says in the single "Mosh."
"He's been painted to be this hero and he's got our troops over there dying for no reason," Eminem said.
"He's in a tailspin, running around like a dog chasing his tail. And we got young people over there dyin', kids in their teens, early 20s that should have futures ahead of them. And for what? It seems like Vietnam 2."
"People think their votes don't count, but people need to get out and vote," Eminem added.
http://entertainment.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,4459,11151068%255E10431%255E%255Enbv,00.html
ebel with a rebel yell, raise hell/
We gonna let him know/
Stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck Bush!/
Until they bring our troops home . . .
Let the president answer on higher anarchy/
Strap him with an AK-47, let him go fight his own war/
Let him impress daddy that way . . . No more blood for oil."
http://www.juancole.com/2004_10_01_juancole_archive.html#109841783717336801
dontcha think? rather lame to take "a stand" after it would matter...
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist
Now this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight
[Chorus]
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
[Outro]
[Eminem speaking angrily]
And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert storm, in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president, for the present, and mosh for the future of our next generation, to speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator
http://www.juancole.com/2004_10_01_juancole_archive.html#109847450794003509
http://gnn.tv/videos/video.php?id=27
and
http://movies10.archive.org/3/movies/Mosh2/GNN_Mosh_bb2.mov
Lost It
Intro:
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Now everyone resort to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone extort to the dance floor
Alright Stop...Crystal time
Come here little white boy, On my lap
Guess you’re back with a tired new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a Madonna
extreme excruciating dream
Aah aah aah aah aah
so worried, Eminem's got the same old bag of toys
what else could he possibly do to make noise
Just attack the Jack like the rest of the boys
That's indeed a stab at Shady
That's just a metaphor, fucking lazy
We go a little bit retro sometimes
We get a bit out of touch with our rhymes
Beavis, Butthead, gee how new
Shady’s back yet nothing’s new
Like a Joan and Linda fight
Turned to Dynasty to make it right?
Hear him slammin’ Michael Jackson
To evoke a big reaction (Fart Sound)
Oops his CD is so tough
The honky's channeling Hilary Duff
Hook:
Now I'm gonna make you bored
Your reward
Yeah boy you scored,
Oops I am Joan, Joan, Joan
Joan and I'm in the mainstream zone
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
You have lost it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh darn you Jack
Aah aah
As I jack my sack aah aah
@%<
gotta love it, despite what big money has made of it.....
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