Eminem - Cinderella Man
Track 11 on Recovery
Produced by Script Shepherd
Cinderella Man Lyrics
[ Intro ]
You know technically I’m not even really supposed to be here right now
So Fuck it I might as well make the most of it
Feels Good, guess Im lucky
some of us dont get a second chance
But I aint blowin this one, shit I feel like I can do anything now
[ Verse 1 ]
Who can catch lighting in a bottle, set fire to water
Comin out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swattors
Smash an hour glass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup em
Spin around to freeze a clock, take the hands of time and cuff em
There’s a storm comin that the weatherman couldn’t predict
I’ve start to ball prick you better flea cause I get ticked
It’s a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up, I’m back to punch ya to the ground ya trick
It’s a trap, fuck my last CD that shit’s in my trash
I’ll be God damned if another rapper gets in my ass
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it’s my last
You can die in a blink of an eye, so bat your eye lashes
So keep winkin and blowin kisses cause your flirtin with death
I’m destroyin ur livelihood, I ain’t just hurtin ur rep
I catch a flow and get goin,
No remorse, I’m showin they slowin, for no one
Knowin there is nothing you can do about it
Zeroin in on my target like a marksman, the target is you
I’ll shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in at too
Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva, what can you do
Go get ur crew to hype you up, stand behind you like ‘woooooooo’
That boy’s hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
See you can hate him, he don’t blame you, frankly he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, how bout you?
Now guess who, here’s a clue
He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his nike shoe
It’s in your ass, he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche too
Now, what’s his name
[ Chorus ]
Cinderella Man (x4)
If I had a time machine
Cinderella Man (x4)
Music is my time machine so call me
Cinderella Man (x4)
[ Verse 2 ]
Fuck catchin lighting, he struck it
Screamed shut up at thunder
Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
Rewound the future to the present
Paused it, don’t ask how
Fuck the past motherfucker he’s the shit right now
Cinderella man sent to fell Shady dame
Came to wrap the game up in cellophane
Raise hell from hell he came
But didn’t come to bore you with this Cinderella story,
nor did he come to do the same, or can’t afford to be a lamo i
In this day and age and at this stage in the game
Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly
So say bye to the old H-I to the new Que Sera
Consider it his last hurrah
The coupe de gras, raise em high, in the sky
keep ‘em up, tryin’ to bring this place alive
Thanks for bein patient I will make no more mistakes,
shit my Potatoes baked homie the veggies on my plate can fly
My filet is smokin weed, yea faggot the stakes are high
Shit I ain’t even supposed to be here by the grace of God
The skin on my teeth and the hair on my nuts I skated by
Now ya’ll are on thin ice with ankle weights I hate to lie
how fuckin irritated are you? how much in your face am I?
And ain’t shit you can do but fear it
Proof is here in spirit and I’m a spittin image I mirror it
When I stand near it, your pussy lyric I cunt hear it
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists?
Who? here’s a clue
He came to the ball in his wife beater and lost his nike shoe
It’s in your ass, he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche too
now what’s his name?
[ Chorus ]