Idioma Origen:
'whatever 'needle put to vinyl, piano loop starts'
Dre, just let it run
Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit?
Aiyo, this song is for anyone'fuck it
Shut up and listen
Aiyo
I sit back with this pack of zig-zags and this bag
Of this weed that gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this 'echoes' on this Earth
And since birth I been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berzerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin' the stress that's been eatin' me recently
Offa this chest and I rest again peacefully (peacefully')
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter
Do not come and speak to me (speak to me')
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in' thing
I'm not Mr. 'N Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty')
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin' you ten feet (you ten feet') in the air
I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you') I don't mean
To be mean but that's all I can be, it's just me
(Chorus)
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am (heh)
I don't know it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered (to be bothered')
With all of this nonsense, it's constant
And 'Oh! It's his lyrical content! The song 'Guilty Conscience'
Has gotten such rotten responses!' and
All of this controversy circles me and it seems
Like the media immediately points a finger at me (finger at me')
So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school 'gunfire'
And they blame it on Marilyn, and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America'now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see
An upper-class city havin' this happenin' (this happenin'')
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way')
But I'm glad, cause they feed me the fuel that I need
For the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned
(Chorus)
I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label'let's stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on 'My Name Is' (on 'My Name Is'')
Pigeonholed into some pop-y sensation to cop me rotation
At rock & roll stations, and I just do not got the patience (got the patience')
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk with an accent
And grab on my balls so they always keep askin'
The same fuckin' questions (fuckin' questions')
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who-what-when, the where, and the how
Till I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out (arrgghh!)
You been drivin' me crazy! (drivin' me crazy')
I can't take it'I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand then I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, but I can't take a shit
In the bathroom without someone standin' by it (standin' by it')
No, I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
(Chorus)
Idioma Destino:
'whatever 'needle put to vinyl, piano loop starts'
Dre, just let it run
Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit?
Aiyo, this song is for anyone'fuck it
Shut up and listen
Aiyo
I sit back with this pack of zig-zags and this bag
Of this weed that gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this 'echoes' on this Earth
And since birth I been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berzerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin' the stress that's been eatin' me recently
Offa this chest and I rest again peacefully (peacefully')
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter
Do not come and speak to me (speak to me')
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in' thing
I'm not Mr. 'N Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty')
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin' you ten feet (you ten feet') in the air
I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you') I don't mean
To be mean but that's all I can be, it's just me
(Chorus)
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am (heh)
I don't know it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered (to be bothered')
With all of this nonsense, it's constant
And 'Oh! It's his lyrical content! The song 'Guilty Conscience'
Has gotten such rotten responses!' and
All of this controversy circles me and it seems
Like the media immediately points a finger at me (finger at me')
So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school 'gunfire'
And they blame it on Marilyn, and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America'now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see
An upper-class city havin' this happenin' (this happenin'')
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way')
But I'm glad, cause they feed me the fuel that I need
For the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned
(Chorus)
I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label'let's stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on 'My Name Is' (on 'My Name Is'')
Pigeonholed into some pop-y sensation to cop me rotation
At rock & roll stations, and I just do not got the patience (got the patience')
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk with an accent
And grab on my balls so they always keep askin'
The same fuckin' questions (fuckin' questions')
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who-what-when, the where, and the how
Till I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out (arrgghh!)
You been drivin' me crazy! (drivin' me crazy')
I can't take it'I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand then I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, but I can't take a shit
In the bathroom without someone standin' by it (standin' by it')
No, I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
(Chorus)