Eminem sounded abit like his old self

[xxTrigger1989xx]

His voice and flow remind me a lot of Almost Famous.

[Satire]

Eminem's sounding too much like Eminem

Fell off.

[BigBangBazinga]

Eminem's sounding too much like Eminem

Fell off.

Yeah... What the hell happened to that "I'll run that normal voice in the ground"? Fucking faggot.

[BigBangBazinga]

I don't get the "like himself" thing, if you'd be so kind to explain?

[HereHere]

Eminem's sounding too much like Eminem

Fell off.

Despicable

[Master Chief]

A serious thread on Chit Chat?

Lock this shit!

[slimmyelshade]

I don't get the "like himself" thing, if you'd be so kind to explain?

cause these post recovery lyrics are sooooooooo Eminem right?

Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you
Is never to let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit
Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, its you but fuck it TIP, its cold
Its chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating farcicals
I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
Fuck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
Theres a bombshell, scud missle!
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister

Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP
And each one thinks "Say this shit"
Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
This is so bad, put a sticky note to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock comer racing in double time
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog
And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg

I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin’ pencil for a frame
You don’t like it then peel off, bitch
Every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off, and I still wouldn’t fuck you, slut
So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turnin’, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollerin’ “Why, God?” He ain’t got shit to do with it
Bygones’ll never be bygones, so won’t be finished swallowin’ my wad
I ain’t finished blowin’ it, nice bra
Hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch
Life’s hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin’ face and called me a fuckin’ tightwad
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
And caught her stealin’ my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
Set up the camera, pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod!
The moral to the story is, life’s treatin’ you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God
It’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
But don’t ask why, bitch (Ask why not)
The wo-world is my punchin’ bag and
If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon
You must've went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep end
I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic

A-a-a-a-all you li’l faggots can suck it
No homo, but I’ma stick it to ‘em like refrigerator magnets
And I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
Yeah, look who’s back again, bitch, keep actin’ as if
You have the same passion that I have
Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass
You assdicks had gastric bypass
Ain’t hot enough to set fire to dry grass
And ’bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)
Go take a flyin’ leap of faith off a fuckin’ balcony
‘Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nicki’s worlds class
It’s (high class) meets (white trash)

Hello and Good Morning
Baby I didn’t mean to turn it bad
I know you’re feeling angry just as bad
cause I took you through the drive through and made you pay the tab
Girl I’m so cheap I can turn your happy meal sad
your loco, don’t bother mistaking me for a mogul
I’m more like fogal, McLovin’, McDonalds McMuffin
breakfast burritos, Fritos cheetos doritos’s help though
and that’d be the only thing I pee hole
so baby anything with a dollar menu I treat you
my back hand is lethal so I keep you at arms length
so I can always reach you
get a knee to the gut, thats the only way I say I need you
lady I’m just trying to get a rim job off the deal
and I aint talkin’ Giovanni’s on the wheels
so let me see you mommy’s get ya tail feathers kicking
I’m here to cock block like a square male chicken, come on

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going: don't dare start
You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as fuck
Till the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up
And stop fucking around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a bitch a ho
Or asking a gal to suck and blow on your big cock
Is she up to screw or down to fuck?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!
And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me? I'm all up in your bitch means I'mma rape her
All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler
So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News of the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!

I even think most of recovery did not sound like em, but I don't wanna go in that arguement all over again... (so are Where I'm at and I Need a Docotor, but INAD is dope)

I don't really want to argue, but may I? haha. Couldn't be argued that, since no two eminem albums have ever sounded alike, which includes content (for the most part), no eminem album has ever sounded like himself. Eminem, when he recorded My Name Is, would have never thought he was as hard as he thought he was on Soldier. The witty, lyrical genius that appeared on MMLP would have shit himself if he knew that he would be writing Big Weenie, Ass Like That, hell, actually 90% of Encore in just four years. And the 'gangsta' Eminem who was writing King Mathers, and appearing on Pistol Poppin' and GOAT, etc. would have probably killed himself if he knew in just 1-3 years he would have lost his blonde hair, gotten clean, written a book, and be in the process of releasing an album where all but three tracks were done in a quirky jamaican-ish accent. And all the previous mentioned people would have take knives to their throats when they heard NA or LTWYL.

I love every one of these characters, and its actually my favorite quality about em as an artist. He has, in 11 years, gone through all these different sounds. Its the maturation of a broken artist. Regardless, the overall question is, which em is em? Which one do you classify as 'himself'?

I think each one is him, in different stages of his life.

Did I just write all that in chit-chat. damn..