Jun 17, 2010

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 nutsMichael Vick in this bitch, dawg, fall back you muttsYou'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honeyYeah I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny!Fuck it I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the boothYa'll are sitting ducks, I'm the only goose standingI set the world on fire, piss on it, put it outStick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around motherfuckerI'll show you pussy footin, I'll kick a bitch in the cuntTil it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion
(2) Talkin' 2 Myself
I went away I guess to open up some lanesBut there was no one who even knew what I was going throughHatred was flowing through my veinsOn the verge of going insaneI almost made a song dissin Lil Wayne
(3) On Fire
yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bowshit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of ozwrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with itgrab the scissors and saws andcut out your livers gizzards and ballsthrow you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jawsman im so fuckin sick i got ambulances pullin me over and shityeah im pissed but i would rather take this energy and stash it in a cancome back and whip your ass with it againhit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayonfuck it i aint playinpull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayinvietnam vet.. im out my fuckin mind mankick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grandyou wanna get graphic we can go the scenic routeyou 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 compactwell shawty I’m that manthese other cats aint metaphorically where I’m at manI gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and saidsettle ya f-ckin ass down I’m ready for combat-manget it calm batman?Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with ParkinsonsMake like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin’ with a etch-a-sketchbetcha that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your doorpeople hit the floorsyeah tonight ladies you gon get divorcedgirl you think that other pricks hotI’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match‘fore I sit back and let ‘em get hotbetter call the cops on ‘em quick fastshady’s right back on your bitch asswhite trash with half a six pack in his hatchbacktrailer 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 stainbitch you listening tryna’ turn me downslut I’m talking to you, turn me back upare you insane tryna talk over me in the carshut 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 acrossMan even my dentist hates when I flossPull up to the club in a ? like it’s a PorcheGarbage bag for one of the windows, spray painted doorsWith the flames on ‘em, Michigan plates and my names on ‘emBaby Shady’s here, come and get him if you dames want himNow climb it back, try not to kick over the gas canThere’s a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chanceWe have of just getting home, now can I get that lap dance?Now you can do this on your own, but everyone knowsThat no one likes to be alone, so get on the floor and grab somebodyAin’t nothing but a white trash party!So let’s have us a little bash, and if anyone asksIt ain’t no one, but us trashYou don’t know, you better ask somebodyCause we’re having a white trash party!Pull up at the bacardi from outta my underwearAnd walk around the party without a care, like a body without a headLooking like a zombie from outta the Living DeadAnd tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bedMaking it rain for the ladies in the mini’sBut I’m not throwing ones, five’s, ten’s or even twenty’sI’m throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennysUp at skinny’s, man I do this for them bunnys up at Denny’sFrom the north east and westBut when it comes to them trailers in them south parks, muffle itCause homie, that hood’s tighter than Kenny’sSo ladies if your belly button’s not an innie, them I’m outtieNow hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy cmon!You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever sawColeslaw 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 oneNow some of you might still be in that placeIf you're trying to get out, just follow meI'll get you there
(8) Seduction
Homeboy, you better get a clueShe’s on my dick cause I spit better than youWhat you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sackWhen she’s closing her eyes, fantasizing of digging her nails in my back to this trackShe’s sitting there getting liquored up at the barShe says it’s quicker to count the things that ain’t wrong with youThan to count the things that areThere’s a seven disc, CD changer in her carAnd 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 modeI got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-codeIt's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed modeAll about my dough but I don't even check the peepholeSo you can keep knocking but won't knock me downNo love lost, no love found
(10) Space Bound
It’s like an explosion, everytime I hold ya I wasn’t joking when I told yaYou take my breath away [Scarlett, Hahaha] , you’re a supernova, and Imma…[Chorus]I’m a space bound rocketship and your hearts the moonAnd I’m aiming right at you, right at you250 thousand miles on a clear night in JuneAnd I’m aiming right at you, right at you, right at you
(11) Cinderella Man
Cinderella manSend the fellow shady dang came to rap the game upAnd 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 gameMediocrity cannot be allowed to fly,So say bye,To the O H I,To the new case of rockConsider it as last of rod,Coop degrawRaise em high in the sky,Keep em upTime 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 laughcause that aint good enough you expect me to fold myself in halftil 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 armsima superstar girl, i’m ready for your mommawhy 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 pleaseinitiate 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 dickGet off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyerI just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyerI just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a castBeat 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 seemsMaybe 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 madYou just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I hadDoes this look like an arcade, tryna play games, see this saw bladeSee this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway, better cooperateOr get suateed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tiedMC’s get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin’ dog whistle when I walk byCall (??) stuntin’ on that ass like a fuckin’ fall guyI 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 menVrnn Vrnn, motor so big you can fit a midget in his engineBitch gimme them digits while you cringin’Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spendEven ten cents on you since whenDid you think it’ll cost me a pretty pennyShiit, if I think a penny’s pretty, just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to meEenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toeWhile he’s tryna roll a snowballBut, 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-HaulYou can rack your brain like pool ballsWho woulda ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?Well here I come, have a (??) on a beat I reek itEvil, I see, hear, and speak itLady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shitPut your eggs in the same basketYou can count every motherfuckin’ chicken before it hatchesCuz 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 napkinUnfashionable and ’bout as rational as a rash on a fag’s assholeNow let’s take that line run it up the flagpoleWith Elton, see if he’s cool with it (kh)Don’t stand there and look stupid at meBitch I ain’t in the mood for this shitGet my dick Google it, til it pops upY’all just so motherfuckin’ full of shit that you stopped upMe I’m always shittin’ diarrhea outta mouthTil 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 sundaeFrom me so don’t strut my way, slut because…[Chorus]Do You love meNow here we go, go go![Verse 3]And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproarImma show you why I came so you stop asking me what the fuck forNow look you little slut, cunt whore, I know you want moreBitch it’s time to put the fuckin’ math back into Mathers cuz I’m a fuckin’ [problem], run boyEvery flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin’ fags heardStraight 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 plentyNo morals are instilled in me so remorse, I really don’t feel anyEat your heart out Hannibal, understandableWhy you’re jealous, fuckin’ animal, I got cannibal(??) now can you hoe“Shady I don’t understand your flow”, understand my flowBitch I flow like Troy Palamalo hair boyDon’t you dare try to follow or compare boyI’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boyYou 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 assAnd 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… hahaPeace![End]