Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
Polina
Polina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
David Brook
David Brook
Songwriter
Polina Goudieva
Polina Goudieva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you
[Verse 2]
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in?
'Cause I don't belong in this world, that's why I'm scoffing at authority
Defiant often, flying off at the handle at my mom, no dad
So I am noncompliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And I don't need no goddam psychologist trying to diagnose
Why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve 'em
I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk and in the front drive
Talking to myself, either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet
Trying not to be noticed 'cause I'm crying and sobbing
I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking
Some cock sucker shoved me into a fucking locker
'Cause he said that I eye-balled him
[Verse 3]
And if you fall, I'll catch you there
I'll be your savior from all the wars
That are fought inside your world
Please have faith in my words
[Verse 4]
'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, ey
This is my legacy, legacy, ey
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me
We can only see
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
[Verse 5]
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-boggling
'Cause I obsess on everything in my mind
Small shit bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara then split
But I don't give a shit
I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman
Nothing's the matter with me, shit, look on the bright side
At least I ain't walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts
That I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it
Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit
But if this is all there is for me life offers
Why bother even trying to put up a fight?
It's nonsense, but I think a lightbulb just lit up in my conscience
What about them rhymes I've been jotting?
They're kind of giving me confidence
Instead of trying to escape through my comics
Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx?
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to that kid that said I eye-balled him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right, fight's on, bitch
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
That I could be iconic in my conquest
That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest
[Verse 6]
This is my legacy, legacy, ey
This is my legacy, legacy, ey
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me
We can only see
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
[Verse 7]
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work words like this
And connect lines like crosswords and use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from and get inspired off 'em
'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
Now you shut up, bitch, I am talking
Thought I was full of horse shit and now you fucking worship
The ground in which I am walking
Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole oh and sixteen Lions offense
So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplying coffins
'Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers
You gon' die a ball licker, I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, ya'll can suck a dick
The day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass in a flying saucer
Full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
Till I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not you, I'm me
And I'm the fire marshall and this is my
[Verse 8]
This is my legacy, legacy, ey
This is my legacy, legacy, ey
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me
We can only see
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Written by: D. Brook, Emile Haynie, Marshall Mathers, P. Goudieva
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