He does appeal to a big segment of middle class and upper class America, but he talks about growing up poor all the time. Just like the guys who are serving on the front lines. His audience? He is really big with low-income young men - whites, blacks and hispanics. The main thing that I see here is that he knows his audience has no faith in the president anymore. Fulminating on his moral bankruptcy gets you nothing either - moral bankruptcy is his street cred. I don't 100% get eminem but I can assure you that reading his lyrics and parsing the words is not really the way to understand his appeal. The visual is powerful - I enjoyed the ultra-fluid 2d silhouettes. Posted by Pretty_Generic at 4:35 AM on October 26, 2004 If I get sniped tonight, you'll know why: ‘Cause I told you to fight!Īnd 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. The stars and stripes? They've been swiped, washed out and wiped, and replaced with his own face. No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal if we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero. No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil. Let him go fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way. Let the president answer our high anarchy. Maybe we can reach al-Qaida through my speech. Try to amplify, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million people, all equal at this high pitch. Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise. Now this is our final hour let me be the voice and your strength, and your choice. How could we allow something like this, without pumping our fists? This is Bin Laden – look at his head nodding. Maybe this is God just saying we're responsible for this monster, this coward that we have empowered. Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us, mosh pits outside the Oval Office. They tell us “No,” we say “Yeah ” they tell us “Stop,” we say “Go.” Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell – we gon’ let ‘em know. If it rains let it rain – yeah, the wetter the better! They ain’t gon’ stop us – they can't – we’re stronger now, more then ever. Don't matter what color, all that matters is we’re gathered together to celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather. Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back all you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black. To the people up top, on the side and the middle: Come together, let's all bond and swamp just a little. We gon’ fight, we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp, we gon’ march through the swamp we gon’ mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors. Put your faith in your trust as I guide us through the fog, till the light at the end of the tunnel. Carry on, give me hope, give me strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong. Mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he's a class act rubber band man, yeah, he just snaps back.Ĭome along, follow me as I lead through the darkness, as I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed.

It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as “I’m’a whip someone's ass.” If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask a father who has grown up with a fatherless past, who has blown up now to a rap phenomenon that has – or at least shows – no difficulty multitasking and juggling both perhaps mastered his craft, slash-entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts, who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half of his career. I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time.

I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind. I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind.

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