[Intro]
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What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you wish to be
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saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or
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which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should
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move up from our parents station and each generation should do a little bit better.
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[Verse 1- Eminem]
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Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
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Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
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Let's take this shit back to bassmint
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And we can disscuss statements thats made on this tape
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And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
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The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy
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Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
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Crossin 8 Mile into Warren, into hick territory
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I'd like to share a story, this is my story and cant no body tell it for me
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You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
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You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
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From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
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From the black side all the way to the white side
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Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
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You may call it a past I call it haulin my ass
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Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
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Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
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Them good old notorious oh well known tracks
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[Chorus x2]
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Come on lets go back
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Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
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Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
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I once used to call home sweet home
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[Verse 2- Eminem]
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I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter
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Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike
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Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke
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And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard
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And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark
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To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
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To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
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Thats about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps
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At Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows
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At Centerline High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
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He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme
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I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place
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And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
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We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit with compound syllables sound combined
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From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line
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[Chorus x2]
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Come on lets go back
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Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
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Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
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I once used to call home sweet home
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[Verse 3- Eminem]
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My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
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It was cool till your man MC Sham came through
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And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops
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It was rumors but man god damned they flew
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Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes
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I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too
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And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news
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Guess who came through next, X clam debut
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Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green
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With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend
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We don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums
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Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
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Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant
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Me and my man Howard and would go to the mall with 'em
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All over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin at all
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We was bein laughed at you ain't even half black
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You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that
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And that Flavor Flave clock we gon' have to snatch that
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All I remember is meetin back at Manix's basement
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Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this
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Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
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She was tryna two time me and there was this black girl
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At our sc |