Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick that mic back up I don't know how or why or when And I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shits so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking manservant Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny like hahaha Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes And you don't have to walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What it's be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip them, don't expect no help Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own, I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid, Aunt Edna always told me Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standing there Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it from where you're sitting Is probably a hundred and ten percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each other's shoes, at least What size you wear? I wear tens Let's see if you can fit your feet In my shoes, just to see What it's be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you Yea, to my babies, stay strong, Daddy will be home soon And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em And be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful, so
@@Vertex87Productions actually I commented it 3 years ago so 3 years ago there was three dislikes so you're the dumbass for not checking to see what I commented you fucking idiot
There is no escaping (Yo) There's no place to hide (Ayo) You scream, "Someone save me!" (Yo) But they don't pay no mind (Ayo) Goodnight, goodbye! You're walkin' down a horror corridor It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya You're a goner, he's onto ya Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom And make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonald's with Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again! It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin' Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and Grab my flannel and my bandana, then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through Days that I'm so confused Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to Me, what am I gon' do? Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast I can't quite remember when I had that Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun" That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one Oh no, there's probably none He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em Yo, yo, ayo (Evil, rise)
if you pay attention you can hear that he is actually rapping live. You can hear the sounds of the mic and his breathing. Sounds slightly different than on the original track. Nonetheless, he is just really good live.
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Eminem relearning how to perform after relapse is just hilarious
THE BEST RAPPER ALIVE.
In the beginning of the video, R.I.P. My ears.
You're not the only one XD
recovery fans can't find us here.
i love eminem.
I LOVE THIS WHY HAVENT I SEEN THESE UP UNTIL NOW >> I LOVETHESE SOOOOOOOOO MUCH >> I WANT MORE !!!!!!!!!!!
Greatest of all time. 🐐🐐
relapse blew recovery out of the water
Em' we love you !
I will be back here after 10 years
Кайф, спасибо, что нашел полное студийное выступление. Долго его искал
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!
beautiful
idol
A_A_A_A_A_A_A_ALCHEMISTTT!!!
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how or why or when
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shits so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fucking manservant
Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of 'em ain't even funny like hahaha
Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk no thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What it's be like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own, I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid, Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably a hundred and ten percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you wear? I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet
In my shoes, just to see
What it's be like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you
Yea, to my babies, stay strong, Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful, so
the way it should be...no dislikes haha
Undrdog1221 there's 3 dumb ass
josef steiner that was 4 years before your comment, he can’t tell the future
@@josefsteiner9163 your a dumbass there’s 6 ;)
@@Vertex87Productions actually I commented it 3 years ago so 3 years ago there was three dislikes so you're the dumbass for not checking to see what I commented you fucking idiot
ahhhhhhhhh!! ya me agarro el sueño, pero mañana la voy a terminar de ver! XD
Eminem eu te amo muitoooooooooooooooooooo
i was the 500th viewer =]
nahh he didnt have the track playing in the backround during the verses, you can hear him somtimes stop rapping to let kon artis finish the line
no he sings along with the track in the back round
Sign Me Now! Record Label I will bring my A game!
only mainstream rapper there is more that dont look more underground bro
So, the beat told him to kill people...okay. LOL
There is no escaping (Yo)
There's no place to hide (Ayo)
You scream, "Someone save me!" (Yo)
But they don't pay no mind (Ayo)
Goodnight, goodbye!
You're walkin' down a horror corridor
It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a
Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner
Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
You're a goner, he's onto ya
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run
All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it
Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again
Contemplating my next plot again
Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman
At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then
Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom
And make sure I got all of it
Wake up naked at McDonald's with
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again!
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon
I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs
Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then
I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin'
Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and
Grab my flannel and my bandana, then
Kiss the naked mannequin man again
You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in
I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens
Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again
Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins
Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through
Days that I'm so confused
Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to
Me, what am I gon' do?
Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one
Very methodical when I slaughter them
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast
I can't quite remember when I had that
Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half
A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass
I remember the first time I dismembered a family member
December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin
I wrapped him in Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces
And just when I went to drink his blood
I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun"
That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son
Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none
It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run
A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one
Oh no, there's probably none
He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs
But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there
But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
Yo, yo, ayo (Evil, rise)
#dontforgettimecomment
Very poor camera work... shame BBC
cof, cof, 2009, cof, cof
This video's from 2009, dog, you can't blame them for this 🙄
@@SyndracTheDragon haha right i get it but come on all they had to do was hold the camera still lol
omfg playback
Michal Škoula and?
what?
if you pay attention you can hear that he is actually rapping live. You can hear the sounds of the mic and his breathing. Sounds slightly different than on the original track. Nonetheless, he is just really good live.
Just the beat or should he do acapella
@@xCrazyMofo98x yes he is, but it can hardly be heard