Eminem
Eminem
Marshall Bruce Mathers III, known professionally as Eminem, is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, and actor from Detroit, Michigan. In addition to his solo career, he is a member of D12, and with Royce da 5'9" is one half of the hip-hop duo Bad Meets Evil. Eminem is the best-selling artist of the 2000s in the United States. Rolling Stone ranked him 83rd on its list of 100 Greatest Artists of All Time, calling him the King of Hip...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRapper
Date of Birth17 October 1972
CitySaint Joseph, MO
CountryUnited States of America
I feel like a spoilt rapper. I get to pick and choose everything.
Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit
Slim Shady: Hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz, with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid 80's.
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam. All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian... Lamar, oh, sorry. Yo, we done both set the bar low.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
All my life I've been dealing with my race because of where I grew up [Detroit] and being in the rap game. I'm at a boiling point...Anybody who pulls the race card is getting it right back in their face.
She [Benzino] is obsessed with me. I never would think I would see the day when I seen the worst rapper in the world going against one of the best.
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling... Whatever happened to wildin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good, old-fashioned, passionate ass whoopin'? And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
I will hit a man with glasses.
And to the rest of the world God gave you shoes to fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful
You may be gone but you're never over.
Infinite was me trying to figure out how I wanted my rap style to be, how I wanted to sound on the mic and present myself. It was a growing stage. I felt like Infinite was like a demo that just got pressed up.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down. The whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over - blaow!
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rapbot.