Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
A lot of people ask me
Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
Shit, I don't know
But I do know, I'm back now (haha)
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
Wack job in the back in a black stockin' cap
Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
(He can't say that) Yes, he can
I just did, faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
Especially when I flex again
And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement
Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggedy Ann and Andy
No, raggedy Andy and Andy
No, it can't be, it can't be
Yes, it can be
The fuckin' Antichrist is back, Danny
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it
Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies
Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky
Razor blades with me to make you bleed
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed
Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me
'Til it jumps out the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds
And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lightening is strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly
Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't of had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal
Out of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adult
Captain of a cult, with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday
Have Michael Myers looking like a liar
Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine
And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands too
Then came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose
Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket with a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it
Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to
Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful
This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
I had to get sober
It wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this"
And now I got 90 days clean
And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks
(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, uh
Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?)
Yeah, I got something to share
"When you walked through the door you were queer to me
So come here, baby boy, just come here to me
You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you
You're gayer than you would ever claim to
I won't have to rape you
So, homie, lay down, down, down
Lay down, down, down
Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down"
Where's everybody going?
This always went over real big in Gay-A
Okay, wait, I got another one
"I just love condoms and lots of cum"
No? Well, shit
Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
Shit, I don't know
But I do know, I'm back now (haha)
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
Wack job in the back in a black stockin' cap
Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
(He can't say that) Yes, he can
I just did, faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
Especially when I flex again
And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement
Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggedy Ann and Andy
No, raggedy Andy and Andy
No, it can't be, it can't be
Yes, it can be
The fuckin' Antichrist is back, Danny
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it
Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies
Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky
Razor blades with me to make you bleed
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed
Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me
'Til it jumps out the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds
And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lightening is strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly
Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't of had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal
Out of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adult
Captain of a cult, with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday
Have Michael Myers looking like a liar
Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine
And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands too
Then came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose
Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket with a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it
Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to
Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful
This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
I had to get sober
It wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this"
And now I got 90 days clean
And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks
(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, uh
Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?)
Yeah, I got something to share
"When you walked through the door you were queer to me
So come here, baby boy, just come here to me
You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you
You're gayer than you would ever claim to
I won't have to rape you
So, homie, lay down, down, down
Lay down, down, down
Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down"
Where's everybody going?
This always went over real big in Gay-A
Okay, wait, I got another one
"I just love condoms and lots of cum"
No? Well, shit
Lyrics submitted by King of Some Island
Underground Lyrics as written by Dawaun W. Parker Trevor Anthony Lawrence
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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this might be the best song on the album, "underground" double meanings, hiding underground in absence, or how he's actually rapping like he did when he was underground in '97. an intense 6 minutes of non-stop rhymes, this song is like chrismas came early. this song is straight marshall mathers lp he proves he can still write, flow and use a serious angry voice not to mention some choice words.
the album had all the staples to a classic shady album: the slim shady evil alter ego voice, the first skit is a reference to the first skit on slim shady ep. paul and steve topped themselves on this one, "you know the guy's dead right?" that was classic! and steve referencing getting shot in the eminem show. steve also referencing the music industry melting down while eminem was gone. i agree, eminem will ALWAYS be a more talented rapper than lil wayne, flo rida, timbaland, and every other rapper that got hot while em "went missing." Ironically, at 3:28 in "my mom" eminem breifly sings autotune; the god-aweful signature of hot music in his absence. another great line is "now everyone's pissed at me like it's my fault his name name rhymes with so many different words" acknowledging how em just likes to "throw words." and of course the obligatory ken kaniff song parody. the beginning of this track is a reference to the beginning of the last track on slim shady lp and marshall mathers lp "a lot of people ask me..." an eminem album is meant to listen to straight through as a work of art. relapse has something for every single fan of eminem. i would be almost disappointed if he didn't discuss his mom, childhood, daughter, celebrities, and drugs. guest appearences are light, just dre and 50 which is how it should be, but i wouldn't have blamed him for a d12 track. not a whole lot of "beefs" with other rappers like older albums or references to kim (ex wife) although the tonya skit reminded me of the bonnie & clyde '97/kim opus. eminem has a new found love for serial killers on this album, really playing into his murderous persona. i only remember hearing one proof reference, i was surprised there wasn't more. i did not like his choice to put old times sake as track 13, we made you would have been more suitable there due to dina rae's back up vocals. all in all, this album rewards more hardcore fans with all the illusions to previous works, and is an emotional rollercoaster.
i'm pretty impressed to hear a rap song in 5/8. i didn't think rap existed outside of 4/4
Aggreed.
well spotted
hate to rain on your parade, but only the chorus is 5/8. the rest is common time.
actually, the whole track's in 4/4, the chorus is made up of groups of quaver quintuplets displaced by a semi-quaver... it's fkn cool shit. check out this post about it: rapforsmartpeople.wordpress.com/2009/12/10/trevor-lawrence-jr-schools-em-dre/
he's saying something in the end of this song. i love this CD! the thing with Christopher Reed was so friggin funny. its been like FOREVER since i heard a song by Eminem. this CD was totally killer
meant to put Reeve not Reed
Relapse to me was a disappointment at first. It it grows on you
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BTW King of Some Island, you left out the ending, thats one of my favorite parts of the song, bcuz this song ends the album and the ending makes fun of songs on the album.
this is easily the best song on the cd, eminem is my favorite rapper but ever since encore i stopped really likin or listenin to his new shit cause all he does is make retarted songs like we made you and crack a bottle.. but thats alright cause i realized he was just doin it cause all the pills he was on and just havin a fuckin good time lol.. but this song is the most literally insane thing i have ever heard and thats y i like it and can understand it, i miss when all of ems shit used to spit hard or at least as sick as this
I'm a fan of Eminem's earlier stuff, like before Encore and my fav is definitely Slim Shady LP, so unless his new shit's like that, I'm not particularly interested. It's embarrassing to hear some of the stuff he's done on Encore and on most of Relapse (accents, childish lyrics, sing-song choruses, WTF???). However, I'm glad when he's back to his manic self, and this song is crazy...any doubters should have a listen to this and wait expectantly for Relapse 2.
The song itself takes a lot of the lyrical content of Relapse, removes the stupid accents and tightly hones the flow...plus adds a little old school Shady style...and gives you the best song on the record.
Rather him be genuinely funny and disgusting (like here), than lame, unfunny and disgusting(most of his recent output)...it just sits better with the listener
It's about how he DOESN'T have the capacity to rap like he did on SSLP/MMLP anymore. The lyrics are good, but a hell of a lot weaker than those two albums. "Looking for me? I'm underground" points to the fact that the next SSLP is coming from the underground rap scene and that the fans need to accept his music for what it's become and listen to the underground to see WHAT's to come. Just sayin
EMINEM IS DOING THE BEST HE CAN...I THINK HE'S ON A BIT OF A WRITER'S BLOCK...YOU CAN TELL JUST BY HEARING THE LYRICS...BUT THAT DON'T MEAN THAT THE LYRICS ARE WEAKER, JUST NOT HIMSELF..IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...I LOVE THIS GUY AND WHAT HE'S DONE WITH RAP, AND I NEVER DOUBTED, FORGOT, OR TURNED ON HIM...UNLIKE MANY OF YOU WHO ARE READING THIS PROBABLY HAVE...FACE IT.