Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untouchable, artist - Eminem. Album song Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Untouchable |
Hands up, officer don’t shoot |
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot |
We may never understand each other, it’s no use |
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through |
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you |
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you |
Pull up on the side of you |
Window rolled down, 'profile' |
Then we wonder why we see this side of you |
Probably comin' from the dope house |
We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out |
We know you’re hidin' that Heidi Klum |
On you another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you |
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true |
Pistol drew right at you, we’d be delighted to unload it |
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you |
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do? |
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you’re doin' |
No matter how many lives you ruin |
It’s for the red, white and blue |
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two |
No one’s ever indicted you |
Why? |
'Cause you’re a… |
White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar |
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live |
White boy, white boy, in your cop car |
But I don’t listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve |
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable |
The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care |
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I’m a big rockstar |
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and |
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man |
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that |
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at? |
Why you kicking that soda can? |
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and |
Throw your ass in the van cuffed |
You don’t have to know our plans or what our intentions are |
Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands |
And put our minds more at ease |
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy |
We’re fightin' a crime war, here come the swine |
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities |
That’s what we call 'em pigsties for |
They’re like eyesores to police |
Talk to you like just a piece of trash |
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me |
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions |
As this beat backspins, it’s like we’re drifting back in |
To the sixties, having black skin is risky |
'Cause this keeps happening |
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit |
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassin' to be a… |
White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar |
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live |
White boy, white boy, in your cop car |
But I don’t listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve |
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable |
The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care |
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I’m a big rockstar |
Pt. |
II |
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man |
Is more than twice than a black life span |
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner |
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape this circumstance |
I’d rather hear 'em say «Die N-word» than Die Antwoord |
Ninja, now it’s better disguised banter |
But that’s life, strapped 'cause we’re strapped financially |
And can’t find answers |
We’re applying, but McDonald’s |
Seems to be the only franchise that’ll hire |
So how can we have higher standards? |
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter |
We fight back with violence but acts like that are |
Black eyes on the movement |
Which makes black lives madder |
At cops and cops madder |
That’s why it’s at a stalemate |
And can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops |
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops |
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot |
Call the attack dogs off of us, man |
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop |
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop |
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods |
Who ain’t acclimated to 'em, like that’s the way to do it |
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns |
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us |
And that’s racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em |
A subconscious racist |
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods? |
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area |
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us |
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us |
And education sucks, and every day’s another |
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz |
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint? |
We just want a safe environment for our kids |
But can’t escape the sirens |
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in |
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in |
The lowest classes, it’s like a razor wire fence |
And we’re trapped in these racial biases |
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise |
Every time we see a devil’s face |
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my |
It’s more like billy clubs and gats |
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause we’re black |
«But you kill each other, facts |
You peel each other’s caps, for silly stuff like hats» |
Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse |
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes |
Fuck your Republican views |
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots? |
And streets act as a narrator, don’t gotta read comics |
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black |
You better be strapped with a derringer |
Or be «capped in America» like Steve Rogers |
'Cause no one oversees these cops and |
All we see is 'em beat charges |
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off |
So we don’t need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings |
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress |
But they’re gonna say you’re tryin' to take an irrational stance |
If you try to slander the flag but |
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb |
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum |
If you don’t stand for the national anthem |
We raise it, you better praise it |
Or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll |
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield |
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville |
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field |
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals |
That had its Natives killed |
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel |
To a piece of cloth that represents the «Land of the Free» that made people |
slaves to build |