Untouchable lyrics

Pt. I

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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...

[Chorus: Eminem & Cheech and Chong]

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

[Verse 2]

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...

[Chorus: Eminem & Cheech and Chong]

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

[Verse 3]

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

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:Revival