Thursday, November 30, 2006

Eminem's Pre-Up Mixtape Lyrics...Is Eminem Predicting His Own Death?

Eminem's Pre-Up mixtape lyrics to Public Enemy #1 -- a song on the pre-release mixtape prior to Eminem Presents the Re-Up releases next week and those Re-up lyrics explode across the net -- are amazing and listed below.

Eminem's flow, his cadence, his rhythm and his lyrics, lyrics, lyrics are usually pretty tight, though his flow falters a bit over his history lesson lyrics in Public Enemy #1, but the pre-up is only a mixtape.

Not one cuss word on this version of Eminem's mix-tape, where his Public Enemy #1 lyrics talk about death a lot. I still love Eminem's flow and some of his lyrics as in years past (Now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see...) but not (trick you make me earl).

Enimem's Pre-Up Mixtape Lyrics to Public Enemy #1
[Phone ringing] Hello?
[Beep…gun rat-tat-tating] What up. Hello?
Yo I can't…I can't hear you…[shhh] let me call you right back

I sense someone's happening and my phone's wired…ooh
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon [gun rat-tat-tating]
The FBI might be trying to pull my file soon
I might be walking blindfold into a typhoon

I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky [shots fired]
Right outside of the window in my living room
And if they do then you can say goodnight and bye-bye to them iTunes

If I don't try to record as much before I do
The plan is to have as many in the can as I can
As I stand before you in this booth a walking dead man [more shots]

Plain stare, dead pan, look at my face as I gaze into space
As I wait to be scooped up in that van
Just mysteriously disappear into thin air
And they gon' say a sniper just appeared out of nowhere

And I'll go down in the history as the blood-sucking leech
Who hid behind the freedom of speech
Tried to take the fifth amendment, use it, twist it and bend it
And ended up dying the villian out the heroes splendid…

…stupendous way to end this I can feel the trend is tremendous
In rememberance of September 11th
Flashback to September 7th when Tupac was murdered in Vegas
He said it, he predicted his own death
Let us never forget it should we ever live to regret it

Like the day that John F. Kennedy was assasinated in broad daylight
A crazed lunatic with a gun who just happened to work on the same block
In the library book depository where the president would go…
…on a little Friday stroll
Shots fired from the grassy noll

But they don't know…but do they…who's they?
For 'em to say "Touche!"
We're all up under a bowl and it's spooky
This is about as kooky

As I've ever felt now
Countdown to nuclear meltdown
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
You can run

You can do what you want to
But you know you ain't gonna do nothin'
When it's time it's your time you are the prime target
You have become public enemy #1

Now that's talent. I am whatever you say I am... But is Eminem predicting his own death in these Pre-up (precursor to Enimem Present the Re-up) mixtape lyrics? He talks about Tupac predicting his own death and Em is sounding awfully paranoid on that track...

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6 comments: said...

Eminem is a bad rapper
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Paula Neal Mooney said...

In the words of Run DMC, is that "not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good"?

Anonymous said...

yo fuck all y'all this album is tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

abstroose said...

Nice post, interested read.

I liked the little part about Tupac


Anonymous said...

These are the lyrix of a mature rapper. Em has just outgrown the 'rage' he used to have when he began his career in rap. Now we r seeing a more calm Em who has seen both the gud and the ugly side of lyf and a man who wants to raise his daughter in the best way possible. long live Em

Allan Cabrera said...

Its a great album, i dont care so much with lyrics if the music is rap. :)

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