Eminem

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Fidel Castro Napisao/la:Ajde ako neko dobije autorgram neka ga skenira i postavi ga ovdje da ga i ja dobijem

pazi sve se bojim da ćemo dobiti i ja, i ti, i bilo ko

[ljepotica bez zvijeri]

on je po meni bash super...ima super pjesama..

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A šta mislite o njegovom filmu 8 mile???

[Narina]

kewl film ali u nekim stvarima malo naporan i previse izdetaljisan da postaje fakat ono previse bezze i pocinje nervirati.. ali ima ludih scena.. moja ocjena 3-4

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evo nešto o filmu:
Originalni naslov: 8 Mile
Žanr: drama
Uloge: Eminem, Kim Basinger, Brittany Murphy, Evan Jones, Omar Benson Miller
Režija: Curtis Hanson
Scenarij: Scott Silver
Producent/i: Carol Fenelon, Gregory Goodman, Paul Rosenberg, James Whitaker
Trajanje: 110 min.
Godina izdanja: 2002.
Priča:
Svaki trenutak je nova prilika. '8 milja' film je koji prati živote grupe mladih ljudi koji očajnički pokušavaju pronaći smisao u urbanom propadanju Detroita 1995. godine...Za mlade ljude kao što su Jimmy "Zec" Smith, Jr. (Eminem) i njegovi prijatelji, hip-hop glazba je jedino što stoji između njih i velike praznine. Zec zna da je njegova prilika za izlaz iz teške situacije u njegovim briljantnim rimama, ali da bi uspio, mora svoj bijes i ljutnjuusmjeriti u riječi svojih pjesama, i pripremiti se za veliki obračun. Nakon što skupi snagu odlazi na tzv. reperski obračun. Riječ je o natjecanju u kojem se reperi bore jedan protiv drugog, nakon čega samo jedan ide u sljedeći krug natjecanja. Svaki reper ima po minutu da pokaže što zna, a tu je i publika koja se ne ustručava pokazati što misli. "Ako dobiješ jednu priliku, jednu jedinu priliku, hočeš li je iskoristiti - ili češ je samo ispratiti pogledom?" __________________


(izvor:www.zokiforums.com)

[Narina]

eh kul da si postavila ove informacije za neke ljude koji ne znaju to, ali trebala si napisati izvor, tj. odakle si preuzela tekst !

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Eminem- Sweet home


Well Jimmy Moved in with his mother
'Cos he aint got no place to go
And now I'm right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag thats full of clothes
'Coz you live at home in a trailer
What the hell you gonna do?
'coz i live at home in a trailer my mum comin home to you
Well my name is Jimmy
His names Greg Bewel
Me him and you we went to the same school,
This aint cool I'm in a rage
He's tappin my mom n we almost the same age
On the microphone i drop bombs
Look at this car thanx alot mum
Here happy birthday rabbit
Heres a brand new car you can have it
A nine-teen twenty-eight
Delta
This shit wont even get me 2 tha shelter!
And i cant even say im from mo-town cuz Im back in the 810 now
'Coz i live at home in a trailer mum im cumming home to you!

[Mawi andjeo]

Najjaci je Eminem!!! obozavam ga!! sve njegove pesme mi se svidjaju!! Bas ga volimmmm

[s.marija]

Evo našla sam još jednu

Eminem-Mommy

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the
Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse One: Eminem
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin,
Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than
Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers,
I'm an alcoholic
(Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin tellin your boys that
I'm on crack just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Verse Two:
Eminem I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a
Serch to crush a Miilkbone I'm Everlast-ing,
I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
Chorus
Verse Three: Eminem
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like
Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Chorus Outro:
Eminem
Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace One..
Young Zee..

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Eminem-How Come

[Intro]
So i changed, huh
You got a phone,
Pick it up, call me
[Chorus:]
How come, we don't even talk no more,
And you don't even call no more,
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now,
After all the years we've been down,
Ain't no way, no how,
This bullshit can't be true,
We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you
[Verse One]
We were so young,
So full of life and vibrant,
Side by side wherever you was ridin ’ , I went,
So close almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit,
When Ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you surcame to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch, its like ice,
And your eyes is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don ’ t like it
[Chorus]
(Kon Artis)
[Verse Two]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin the verse,
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,
So I came out I would'a killed the nigger first,
'Fore I let him disrespect me,
Or check me up with somethin' worse,
Some bitch that I wasn't with,
I would hit her & quit, but you would pull a talk with her
&& tell her she was the shit I told you don't get involved with her,
You were smoking the cron'c with her,
Coming out'a the bar with her,
Stumblin' half drunk,
Like y'all husband or wife or somthin',
But you cathin her fucken other niggaz
Must've hurt your pride or somthin',
'Cause you wolf I fit them after people,
Like you want it with me,
When all I tried to do is show you that your bith was shifty,
and ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin' like I ain't your man,
And lyin' like she can't be loose,
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth,
Don't hate the game nor the playa',
The one that's changin is you
[Chorus]
(Proof)
[Verse Three]
We gettin lonely at the top
cuz my homie had to stop
now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
and homies in the hood only see me on the tube
so they gossip on the porch, get to speakin on who
fools i used to rap with, they all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen
but Proof its just actin, at the party were stoned
shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
see the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends
forever, real intelligence, thats forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lies
aint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise
(How come) when you talk its with bitter with fight
(And how come) its my fault for what you did with your life
and every time i go to hear you and play you look away
we barely embraze, you cant even look me in my face
(Chorus)