cinderella man

eminem in en dinlenes, şarkılarından birisi. 2010 çıkışlı recovery albümünün 11/17 şarkısıdır. müzii ve verdiği baslar harikadır. her sabah okula giderken kulaklığı taktığımda dinlediğim ilk müzik her zaman budur. inanılmaz bir enerji verir adama güne başlarken. ismini is, filmden alıyor sanırım. eminem in diss içerikli sözlerinin olduğu ve biraz da eğlenceli takıldığı müziği var. ve tabi ki proof u unutmmaış. onun ruhuna ayna tutuyorum demiş yine em.

sözleri şu şekildedir.

Yeah,
You know, technically, I'm not even really supposed to be here right now,
So fuck it, might as well make the most of it.

(A-men!)
Yeah, haha
(A-men!)
Feels good,
(A-men!)
Whooo,
(A-men!)
Guess I'm lucky,
(A-men!)
Some of us don't get a second chance.
(A-men!)
But I ain't blowing this one.
(A-men!)
Naw man, haha
(A-men!)
Shit I feel like I can do anything now.

Yeah, haha
Feels good,
Whooo,
Guess I'm lucky,
Some of us don't get a second chance.
But I ain't blowing this one.
Naw man, haha,
Shit I feel like I can do anything now.

Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water?
Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters?

Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man.

Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup 'em,
Spit a rhyme to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em.

Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man.

There's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict,
I start the bug prick, you better flee cause I get ticked
It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked.
I got up I'm back to punch ya to the ground, ya trick,
It's a trap, fuck my last CD that shits in my trash,
I be God-damned if another rapper gets in my ass,
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last.
You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat ya eyelashes,
And keep winking and blowin' kisses 'cause you're flirting with death
I'm destroying your livelihood. I ain't just hurtin' your rep',
I catch a flow and get goin',
No remorse I'm showin', ain't slowin' for no one,
Knowin' there is nothin' you can do about it
Zeroin' on the target like a marksman,
The target is you.
I shut ya lane down,
Took ya spot, parked in it too,
Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do?
Go get ya crew to hype you up stand behind you like whoooo!

That boy's hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan too:
Fry his ass, and put his ashes back together with glue,
See you can hate 'em, he don't blame you frankly he would too,
This game could I'll-afford to lose him, how bout you?

Now guess who (hey),
Here's a clue (hey),
He came to the ball in a wife beater, lost his Nike shoe,
It's in ya ass (hey),
He's in ya ass, he's all up in your psyche too,
Now what's his name?

Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man, (hey, hey)

If I had a time machine
I'd be
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Music is my time machine, so call me
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

Fuck catching lightnin'
He struck it
Screamed "shut up! " at thunder,
Flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
Cinderella man
Cinderella man
Cinderella man
Cinderella man,

Rewound the future to the present, paused it don't ask how,
Fuck the past motherfucker he's the shit right now
He's
Cinderella man
Cinderella man
Cinderella man
Cinderella man...

Cinderella man
Send da feller Shady dane came to wrap the game up in cellophane,
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,
Or can't afford to be a label in this day and age,
And at this stage of the game
Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly,
So say bye,
To the old H.I.
To the new, Que Sera
Consider it his last hurrah
Coup de grace
Raise 'em high in the sky,
Keep 'em up
Time to bring the place alive,
Thanks for being patient
I will make no more mistakes,
Shit my potato's baked,
Homie the veggies on my plate can fly,
My filet is smoking weed,
Yea faggot the stakes are high
Shit I ain't even suppose to be here
By the grace of God,
The skin on my teeth
And the hair on my nuts I skated by,
Now y'all are on thin ice
With ankle weights I hate to lie,
How fuckin' irritated are you?
How much in your face am I?
And ain't shit you can do but fear it
Proof is here in spirit and
And I'm the spittin' image
I'll mirror it
When I stand near it,
Your pussy lyric,
I cunt hear it,
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists?

Who?
Here's a clue.
He came to the ball in his wife beater,
Lost his nike shoe,
It's in ya ass, he's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psyche too.
Now, what's his name?

Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man, (hey, hey)

If I had a time machine
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

Music is my time machine
So call me
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man.