Eminem – The Anthem (Acapella) Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Tek N9NE, KRS-One, RZA, Kool G Rap, Jayo Felony, Chino XL, Xzibit, Eminem, Pharoahe Monch  


One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y’all
Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show!

Bobby Steels, Staple’ tails, M-C’s get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue-twist, piercin’ holes in you
You can’t escape, 70,000 kilowatts blast through your box
Woke wit alarm clocks, cars drivin’ slow down the block
One stopped, parks pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up wake up wake up!

When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up
Busted a verse and all the G’s in Cali loc’ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin’
Look around, your town is crumblin’
This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin’ M-C’s lipless
On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Potna, you can’t f*ck wit the sniper
Your flow’s premature, clean your dirt diaper
Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain’t nobody tighter
Sway and Tech heard me flow and its sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling “Tech N9nes’s vild”

This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Cause y’all can’t see me like Mase’s eyebrows (where you at?)
Climped out of a nice house,
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
“Hey that’s my couch, bitch!”
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While I’m rippin’ this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin’ vertical
Nose first wit the top off landin’ upside-down
You’re tied down and duct-taped, f*ck rape
I’d rather just hump a slut’s leg wit my nuts shaved
And Sway and Tech, two disk jokeys
Breakin’ so many friggin’ needles I wonder if they inject

Lo and behold, better than platinum or gold
Yes God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, locked loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that’s never gon’ fold
Cause your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up
Or listen to my niggas Tech and Sway so you can Wake-Up
The X-man, catch me doin’ drills in the Danger Room
Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon

Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims
As horrid as Borris Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of flesh
So the head won’t fall off, hauled-off
Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
Why did he have to die like cast metal?
O, huh, C now like Omar Credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake-Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution

I sway the tech wit the Tech and Sway
Step away, wet and spray, rep the day
Who over debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker play
When I blaze your whole sect’ arrays
Wake-Up Show for those slept away
Niggas that the trey, hit the deck and pray
DJ Revolution, spinnin’ like lead from out the heck-AK
Tearin’ your neck away, flood up the street wit bloody decora’
Until the head of Jake investigate

What? Sway can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do wit it
Tech can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do?
Rev can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do wit it
I can give it to you, wha wha wha what what!

Yo yo Chino makes the world go ’round
F*ckin’ up entire record companies like Harrel did to Motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk
What flow will I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought
The drama that’s brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
For instance, there’s nothing in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all
Wit style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Camp-bell
You’re wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I f*ckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey
Now who the master to beg? Your demo gets passed on the reg’
You shouldn’t have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
I’m Wake-Up Show reppin wit Sway and Tech
My tec’s like Tekken, the industry weapon
I’m Chino X, bring K-R-S in

De de de de de de da di day, K-R-S-One comin’ wit’ the Tech and Sway
Yo, I rock up the littlest set, and on the biggest set
As ill as it gets I still manage to wiggle your neck wit sweat
Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt
You gotta be willin to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But I’m willin to bet, on a Sway & a Tech
They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin’ respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what Sway and Tech do
I’ll be back but for now just sackle!
Fresh, for ninety nine you suckas!