Official Music Video
Yellow Brick Road by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you will to be
Saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute what this country at times calls their throwaway children. We seem to be approaching (C'mon!) an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should
Move up a little bit from our parents' station and each generation should do a little bit better
All right, come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to the basement
And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music we all enjoy
The music you accuse me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossing 8 Mile into Warren, into hick territory
I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me
You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stopping in there
From the black side all the way to the white side
OK there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass I call it hauling my ass
Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well-known tracks
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they'd call me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke
And steal a goddamn bike from somebody's backyard
And drop it off at the park that was the half-way mark
To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps
At Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doing some talent shows
At Center Line High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme."
I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place"
And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit where compound syllables sound combined
From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the Klan makes Troops
It was rumors but man, goddamn, they flew
Must've been true because man we done banned they shoes
I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice Lamb suede too
But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news
Guess who came through next, X-Clan debut
Professor X (Vanglorious!)
Exist in a state of red, black, and green
With a key sissies now with this being a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Represents Black Power and we ain't know what it meant
Me and my man Howard and Butta would go to the mall with 'em
All over our necks like we're showing 'em off not knowing at all
We was being laughed at "You ain't even half black."
You ain't 'posed to have that homie let me grab that
And that Flavor Flav clock we gon' have to snatch that
All I remember is meeting back at Manix's basement
Saying how we hate this, how racist but dope the X Clan's tape is
Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
She was tryna two-time me and there was this black girl
At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyeing me
And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gonna say it plus
The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The bombest goddamn girl in our whole school if I could pull her
Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl
But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad
But it was I singled out a whole race and for that I apologize
I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she's still a hoe
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Fuck out of my house, you fuckin' pieces of shit!
Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker!
You son of a bitch!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Yellow Brick Road by Eminem
Yellow Brick Road* (original Eminem)
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you will to be
Saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute what this country at times calls their throwaway children. We seem to be approaching (C'mon!) an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should
Move up a little bit from our parents' station and each generation should do a little bit better
All right, come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to the basement
And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music we all enjoy
The music you accuse me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossing 8 Mile into Warren, into hick territory
I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me
You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stopping in there
From the black side all the way to the white side
OK there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass I call it hauling my ass
Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well-known tracks
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they'd call me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke
And steal a goddamn bike from somebody's backyard
And drop it off at the park that was the half-way mark
To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps
At Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doing some talent shows
At Center Line High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme."
I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place"
And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit where compound syllables sound combined
From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the Klan makes Troops
It was rumors but man, goddamn, they flew
Must've been true because man we done banned they shoes
I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice Lamb suede too
But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news
Guess who came through next, X-Clan debut
Professor X (Vanglorious!)
Exist in a state of red, black, and green
With a key sissies now with this being a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Represents Black Power and we ain't know what it meant
Me and my man Howard and Butta would go to the mall with 'em
All over our necks like we're showing 'em off not knowing at all
We was being laughed at "You ain't even half black."
You ain't 'posed to have that homie let me grab that
And that Flavor Flav clock we gon' have to snatch that
All I remember is meeting back at Manix's basement
Saying how we hate this, how racist but dope the X Clan's tape is
Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
She was tryna two-time me and there was this black girl
At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyeing me
And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gonna say it plus
The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The bombest goddamn girl in our whole school if I could pull her
Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl
But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad
But it was I singled out a whole race and for that I apologize
I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she's still a hoe
So let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Fuck out of my house, you fuckin' pieces of shit!
Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker!
You son of a bitch!
Yellow Brick Road (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Lo que tenemos que hacer es lidiar con ello cuando estos individuos son lo suficientemente jóvenes. Si quieres ser
Salvado, no en un sentido religioso sino para no constituir lo que este país a veces llama sus niños desechables. Parecemos estar acercándonos (¡Vamos!) a una era de lo burdo. Todos tenemos esta idea de que deberíamos
Ascender un poco de la posición de nuestros padres y cada generación debería hacerlo un poco mejor
Muy bien, vamos, dejémonos de tonterías
Empecemos, abordemos este tema y abrámoslo
Llevemos esta mierda de vuelta al sótano
Y podemos discutir las declaraciones que se hacen en esta cinta
Y todo su origen de la música que todos conocemos y amamos
La música que todos disfrutamos
La música que me acusas de intentar destruir
Rebobinemos a '89 cuando yo era un niño en el lado este de Detroit
Cruzando 8 Mile hacia Warren, a territorio paleto
Me gustaría compartir una historia, esta es mi historia y nadie puede contarla por mí
Me has informado bien, soy muy consciente de que no pertenezco aquí
Lo has dejado perfectamente claro, me patean el culo en casi todas partes
Desde el centro comercial Bel-Aire solo por pasar por allí
Desde el lado negro hasta el lado blanco
OK hay un lado bueno un día en que podría deslizarme
Tú puedes llamarlo un pase, yo lo llamo arrastrar mi culo
A través de ese trozo de hierba sobre las vías del tren
Oh esas vías del tren, esas viejas vías del tren
Esas buenas viejas y notorias vías tan conocidas
Así que volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
Vamos, volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
Vagaba tanto por las calles que me llamaban vagabundo
A veces hacía autostop con el pulgar
Solo para que me recogieran y me llevaran a 8 Mile y Van Dyke
Y robar una maldita bicicleta del patio trasero de alguien
Y dejarla en el parque que era la mitad del camino
Para ver a Kim tenía que volver a casa de su mamá en Chalmers después del anochecer
Para colarme en la casa cuando mi mamá me echaba
Fue por entonces cuando conocí a Proof con Goofy Gary en los escalones
En Osbourne repartiendo folletos, él estaba haciendo algunos shows de talentos
En Center Line High, le había dicho que pasara a ver esto alguna vez
Me miró como si estuviera loco, sacudió la cabeza como, "Los chicos blancos no saben rimar."
Solté una línea y rimé "cumpleaños" con "primer lugar"
Y ambos teníamos las mismas rimas que sonaban igual
Estábamos en la misma mierda que Big Daddy Kane, donde las sílabas compuestas suenan combinadas
Desde ese día estábamos listos para seguir, de alguna manera sabíamos que nos encontraríamos de nuevo en algún momento
Así que volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
Vamos, volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
Mi primer año en noveno grado, no puedo olvidar ese día en la escuela
Estaba bien hasta que tu hombre MC Shan apareció
Y dijo que Puma era La Marca porque el Klan hace Tropas
Eran rumores pero, joder, volaron
Debió ser cierto porque, joder, les prohibimos los zapatos
Yo tenía los nuevos, los Cool J, de gamuza de cordero helado también
Pero los tiramos a la basura como si fueran noticias de ayer
Adivina quién vino después, el debut de X-Clan
Profesor X (¡Vanglorioso!)
Existe en un estado de rojo, negro y verde
Con una clave de maricas ahora siendo esta una nueva tendencia
No encajamos, los "crackers" están fuera con los álbumes de Cactus
La negritud está de moda, símbolos africanos y medallones
Representa el Poder Negro y no sabíamos lo que significaba
Mi amigo Howard, Butta y yo íbamos al centro comercial con ellos
Por todo nuestro cuello como si los estuviéramos presumiendo sin saber en absoluto
Se reían de nosotros "Ni siquiera eres medio negro."
No se supone que tengas eso, amigo, déjame agarrarlo
Y ese reloj de Flavor Flav vamos a tener que arrebatártelo
Todo lo que recuerdo es reunirnos de nuevo en el sótano de Manix
Diciendo cuánto odiamos esto, cuán racista pero genial es la cinta de X Clan
Lo que me recuerda que en el '89 Kim y yo rompimos por primera vez
Ella estaba tratando de engañarme y había una chica negra
En nuestra escuela que pensaba que yo era genial porque rapeaba, así que me estaba mirando un poco
Y oh la ironía adivina cómo se llamaba ni siquiera lo voy a decir además
El mismo color de pelo que el suyo y lentillas azules y un par de pechos
La chica más increíble de toda nuestra escuela si pudiera conquistarla
No solo me haría más popular sino que también podría cabrear a Kim al mismo tiempo
Pero salió mal, se suponía que yo la dejaría pero ella me dejó por este chico negro
Y esa fue la última vez que vi, oí o hablé con la chica de "Ole Foolish Pride"
Pero he oído a la gente decir que escucharon la cinta y que no es tan mala
Pero fui yo quien señaló a toda una raza y por eso me disculpo
Me equivoqué porque no importa de qué color sea una chica, sigue siendo una puta
Así que volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
Vamos, volvamos
Sigue el camino de baldosas amarillas mientras vamos a otro episodio
Viaja conmigo mientras te llevo por este pequeño y genial lugar
Que una vez solía llamar dulce hogar
¡Fuera de mi casa, pedazos de mierda!
¡Sal de mi casa, estúpido cabrón!
¡Hijo de puta!
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