Jun 17, 2010

Review: Eminem - Recovery



Every once in awhile an album will come out that can be listened to all the way through without skipping tracks. These are my favorite, not only because they kick ass, but they are fundamentally what music is all about. And they seem to come once in a blue moon. Simply put, you plug in the jams, go to Track #1, hit play, and rock it out 'til the end.

Off the top of my head, some of these kind of albums would be:
  • AC/DC - Back In Black
  • Alice In Chains - Nothing Safe
  • Audioslave - Audioslave
  • Avenged Sevenfold - Avenged Sevenfold
  • Coal Chamber - Chamber Music
  • Deftones - Adrenaline
  • Disturbed - The Sickness
  • Elton John - Yellow Brick Road
  • Fear Factory - Obsolete
  • Godsmack - Godsmack
  • Guther - Pleasure Man
  • Hollywood Undead - Swan Songs
  • Hootie & The Blowfish - Cracked Rear View
  • Ill Nino - Revolution Revolucion
  • Incubus - Make Yourself
  • Journey - Journey's Greatest Hits
  • Korn - Life is Peachy
  • Led Zep - Houses of the Holy
  • Limp Bizkit - Significant Other
  • Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory
  • Metallica - ...And Justice For All
  • Mudvayne - L.D. 50
  • Muse - Absolution
  • My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
  • NIN - The Downward Spiral
  • Nonpoint - Statement
  • Nothingface - Violence
  • Orgy - Candyass
  • Papa Roach - Infest
  • Powerman 5000 - Anyone For Doomsday
  • Queen - Classic Queen
  • Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine
  • Rammstein - Rosenrot
  • Rob Zombie - Hellbilly Deluxe
  • Saliva - Every Six Seconds
  • Sevendust - Home
  • Slayer - Diabolus In Musica
  • Slipknot - Slipknot
  • Soulfly - Primitive
  • Staind - Break The Cycle
  • Static X - Machine
  • STP - Core
  • Styx - Greatest Hits
  • System Of A Down - Toxicity
  • Taproot - Gift
  • Tool - Aenima
  • White Stipes - Get Behind Me Satan
  • White Zombie - Astro-Creep: 2000
If you skim over this list, you may notice a common trend. There's no rap. And that is for good reason, because I don't like rap. But I dig Eminem for some reason. I have all of his stuff and can tolerate listening to it. For the past week, I've been listening to his new album that will oddly enough be released on 6/22. I've listened to it enough to be able to place it in the category of albums that can be listened all the way through without skipping tracks. I cut my grass tonight and listened to all the tracks off his new album, Recovery. He has some hardcore lyrics throughout the album, and for shits-n-grins I have jotted them down for your entertainment. I would suggest listening to the album first before reading, but nonetheless they provide ambiance and valuable interpretations of the "real" realities of life (seriously, ha). So tonight I listened to each track off the album again and selected the lyrics that I thought were my favorite for whatever reason.

With all of that said, IMO this is his best. The Eminem Show, Curtain Call, and The Marshall Mathers are all good too. But it's like me saying I won a Chubby Bunny contest by stuffing 13 marshmallows in my mouth and setting a record in the late 90s; Won more awards in high school for sports and academics than I care to talk about; Received "best person doing XYZ" award at my job; and so on and so forth. You can be good at what you do when you do it and keep being good at doing it. Hopefully you keep progressing and as you get older do better things overall and add to the talents you have. This is kinda what this album is about.


(1) Cold Wind Blows

[Fuck 'em all. Eat shit].

You can get the dick, just call me the ballsac, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this bitch, dawg, fall back you mutts

You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey
Yeah I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny!

Fuck it I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the booth
Ya'll are sitting ducks, I'm the only goose standing
I set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out
Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around motherfucker
I'll show you pussy footin, I'll kick a bitch in the cunt
Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion
(2) Talkin' 2 Myself

I went away I guess to open up some lanes
But there was no one who even knew what I was going through
Hatred was flowing through my veins
On the verge of going insane
I almost made a song dissin Lil Wayne
(3) On Fire

yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow

shit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz
wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
grab the scissors and saws and
cut out your livers gizzards and balls
throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws

man im so fuckin sick i got ambulances pullin me over and shit

yeah im pissed but i would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
come back and whip your ass with it again

hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

fuck it i aint playin
pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin
vietnam vet.. im out my fuckin mind man
kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

you wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route
you couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poo

(4) Won't Back Down

[Probably my fav tune from the album].

you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact
well shawty I’m that man
these other cats aint metaphorically where I’m at man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
settle ya f-ckin ass down I’m ready for combat-man
get it calm batman?

Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin’ with a etch-a-sketch
betcha that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your door
people hit the floors
yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced

girl you think that other pricks hot
I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
‘fore I sit back and let ‘em get hot
better call the cops on ‘em quick fast
shady’s right back on your bitch ass
white trash with half a six pack in his hatchback
trailer hitched a-ttached to the back (dispatch)

[during this part of the song the volume goes down and comes back up, nice touch Mr. M&M].
watch the wood grain, don’t want no cum stain
bitch you listening tryna’ turn me down
slut I’m talking to you, turn me back up
are you insane tryna talk over me in the car
shut the f-ck up while my sh-ts playin’

(5) W.T.P. (White Trash Party)

Man first of all, I’m a boss, I just wanna get that across
Man even my dentist hates when I floss
Pull up to the club in a ? like it’s a Porche
Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray painted doors
With the flames on ‘em, Michigan plates and my names on ‘em
Baby Shady’s here, come and get him if you dames want him

Now climb it back, try not to kick over the gas can
There’s a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
We have of just getting home, now can I get that lap dance?

Now you can do this on your own, but everyone knows
That no one likes to be alone, so get on the floor and grab somebody
Ain’t nothing but a white trash party!
So let’s have us a little bash, and if anyone asks
It ain’t no one, but us trash
You don’t know, you better ask somebody
Cause we’re having a white trash party!

Pull up at the bacardi from outta my underwear
And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head
Looking like a zombie from outta the Living Dead
And tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bed

Making it rain for the ladies in the mini’s
But I’m not throwing ones, five’s, ten’s or even twenty’s
I’m throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennys
Up at skinny’s, man I do this for them bunnys up at Denny’s
From the north east and west
But when it comes to them trailers in them south parks, muffle it
Cause homie, that hood’s tighter than Kenny’s
So ladies if your belly button’s not an innie, them I’m outtie
Now hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy cmon!

You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw
Coleslaw containers, empty straw rappers and all

(6) Going Through Changes

Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes, plus somehow I'm pullin' through.
Swear when I come back I'ma be bulletproof.

(7) Not Afraid

Yeah, It's been a ride...
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there

(8) Seduction

Homeboy, you better get a clue
She’s on my dick cause I spit better than you
What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack
When she’s closing her eyes, fantasizing of digging her nails in my back to this track

She’s sitting there getting liquored up at the bar
She says it’s quicker to count the things that ain’t wrong with you
Than to count the things that are
There’s a seven disc, CD changer in her car
And I’m in every single slot, and you’re not, awww

(9) No Love

OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

(10) Space Bound

It’s like an explosion, everytime I hold ya I wasn’t joking when I told ya
You take my breath away [Scarlett, Hahaha] , you’re a supernova, and Imma…

[Chorus]
I’m a space bound rocketship and your hearts the moon
And I’m aiming right at you, right at you
250 thousand miles on a clear night in June
And I’m aiming right at you, right at you, right at you

(11) Cinderella Man

Cinderella man
Send the fellow shady dang came to rap the game up
And sell the fame,
Raise hell from hell he came,
But didn't come to bore you with the cinderella story,
Nor did he come to do the same,
He cant afford to be a label in this day in age,
And at this stage of the game
Mediocrity cannot be allowed to fly,
So say bye,
To the O H I,
To the new case of rock
Consider it as last of rod,
Coop degraw
Raise em high in the sky,
Keep em up
Time to bring the place alive

(12) 25 To Life

[this song is the typical 'angry song after guy breaks up with girl that cheated on him song'].

i feel like when i bend over backwards for you all you do is laugh
cause that aint good enough you expect me to fold myself in half
til i snap

(13) So Bad

there aint nobody as bomb as me, i’m calm as the breeze,
i’m the bee’s knee’s, his legs, and his arms
ima superstar girl, i’m ready for your momma
why you think the only thing i got on is my pajamas?

imma make you learn to appreciate me, differenciate me,
from these phony, little fishy and sissy fake g’s,
skip over the huggy bear, and all the kissy face please
initiate phase 3, missy now service me,
take another shot of jager, shake it so nervously,
take your time baby, oh you’re the bomb baby,
oh you’re doing that even better than your mom, lady

(14) Almost Famous

Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer

(15) Love the Way You Lie

[I can't name one song that Rihanna sings, but this one is solid].


Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

(16) You're Never Over

[Any song with The Lost Boy's "Cry Little Sister" is a keeper..."Thou Shall Not Fall..."

Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards

(Bonus Track) Untitled


[LYRICAL GENIOUS on this one. I included all the lyrics on this one].

[Verse 1]
Girl I think you just might of tried to pull a motherfuckin’ fast one; I’m mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, tryna play games, see this saw blade
See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway, better cooperate
Or get suateed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tied
MC’s get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin’ dog whistle when I walk by
Call (??) stuntin’ on that ass like a fuckin’ fall guy
I don’t gas my Mercedes at the mid man, I treat it like a (??)
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin, and run over kids, women and men
Vrnn Vrnn, motor so big you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch gimme them digits while you cringin’
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spend
Even ten cents on you since when
Did you think it’ll cost me a pretty penny
Shiit, if I think a penny’s pretty, just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toe
While he’s tryna roll a snowball
But, don’t make him lose his cool, if he hollers better let him go y’all!
[Chorus]
Do you love me?
Now here we go, go go!
[Verse 2]
Get up baby, get a move on, like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool balls
Who woulda ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?
Well here I come, have a (??) on a beat I reek it
Evil, I see, hear, and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every motherfuckin’ chicken before it hatches
Cuz you can bet your ass that, we gon’ get it crackin’
Like the Kraken in Titans when they clashin’
Get your brains bashed in so bad you’re gon’ have Kurt Kobain askin’
To autograph a bloodstained napkin
Unfashionable and ’bout as rational as a rash on a fag’s asshole
Now let’s take that line run it up the flagpole
With Elton, see if he’s cool with it (kh)
Don’t stand there and look stupid at me
Bitch I ain’t in the mood for this shit
Get my dick Google it, til it pops up
Y’all just so motherfuckin’ full of shit that you stopped up
Me I’m always shittin’ diarrhea outta mouth
Til your speakers crap out, pfft, huh what?
Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette
(J-Jrrga what) But you won’t get a hot fudge sundae
From me so don’t strut my way, slut because…
[Chorus]
Do You love me
Now here we go, go go!
[Verse 3]
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
Imma show you why I came so you stop asking me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut, cunt whore, I know you want more
Bitch it’s time to put the fuckin’ math back into Mathers cuz I’m a fuckin’ [problem], run boy
Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin’ fags heard
Straight from the bitches ass, yeah in other words I’m a bas(turd)
Lookin’ at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank, yeah still plenty
No morals are instilled in me so remorse, I really don’t feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable
Why you’re jealous, fuckin’ animal, I got cannibal
(??) now can you hoe
“Shady I don’t understand your flow”, understand my flow
Bitch I flow like Troy Palamalo hair boy
Don’t you dare try to follow or compare boy
I’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy
You can look, you can stare and point, but you can’t touch, don’t you [(??)]
I don’t get it man is there a void, all this weak shit, what am I steroids?
Well bitch I’m back, with some shit for that ass
And your trunk, elephant, [hemorrhoids]
And remember boys…
[Chorus]
Do you love me?
Now here we go, go go!
Thank you for coming out!
Hope you enjoyed the show!
Until next time… haha
Peace!
[End]