Untouchable Lyrics – Eminem

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Untouchable Lyrics – Eminem
Untouchable Lyrics - Eminem Song Details:
Song: Untouchable
Artist: Eminem
Album: Revival
Released: 2017
Genre: Hip-hop/rap

Untouchable Lyrics


Hands up, officer dont shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you wont loot
We may never understand each other, its no use
We aint ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

Black boy, black boy, we aint gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we dont 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 youre hidin that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, its back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, wed 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 youre doin
No matter how many lives you ruin
Its for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No ones ever indicted you
Why Cause youre a…

White boy, white boy, youre a rockstar
My momma talkin to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I dont listen to her cause my head is like a sieve
White boy, white boy, youre untouchable
The worlds coming to an end, I dont even care
Nobody can tell me shit cause Im a big rockstar

Black boy, black boy, we dont get your culture and
We dont care what our governments done to fuck you over, man
Dont tell us your attitudes a result of that
Balderdash, whered 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 dont 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
Were fightin a crime war, here come the swine
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
Thats what we call em pigsties for
Theyre like eyesores to police
Talk to you like just a piece of trash
Feels like were stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, its like were 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 its been embarrassin to be a…

White boy, white boy, youre a rockstar
My momma talkin to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I dont listen to her cause my head is like a sieve
White boy, white boy, youre untouchable
The worlds coming to an end, I dont even care
Nobody can tell me shit cause Im a big rockstar

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, cant escape this circumstance
Id rather hear em say “Die N-word” than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now its better disguised banter
But thats life, strapped cause were strapped financially
And cant find answers
Were applying, but McDonalds
Seems to be the only franchise thatll 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
Thats why its at a stalemate
Cant arrive at a compromise so its 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 aint acclimated to em, like thats 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 thats 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-Eightd us
When we tear it ups the only time attentions paid to us
And education sucks, and every days 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 cant escape the sirens
Dont take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
The poverty that we face so the crime rates the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And were trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devils face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
Its more like billy clubs and gats
And we really love it when you think were guilty cause were black
“But you kill each other, facts
You peel each others 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, dont 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 dont need all you crooked police officers peace offerings
Just keep marchin, til we reach congress
But theyre gonna say youre 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 dont stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Or youll be made to feel like a traitor, well
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

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