Cinderella Man Lyrics – Eminem
Like Russell Crowe in the 2005 movie Cinderella Man—playing a boxer who makes a comeback—Eminem has retaken the “belt” as rap’s welterweight champion. “Cinderella Man” was certified Platinum by the RIAA on February 28th, 2018.| Song Name : | Cinderella Man |
| Album / Movie : | Recovery |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
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You know, technicallyI’m not even really supposed to be here right nowSo fuck it, might as well make the most of itYeah!Feels good!Guess I’m lucky
Some of us don’t get a second chance
But I ain’t blowing this one
Nah, man!Shit, I feel like I can do anything now
Who can catch lightning in the bottle, set fire to water?Coming out the nozzle on the fire hose, flyer than swatters(Cinderella man, Cinderella manCinderella man, Cinderella man)Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup ’emSpit a rhyme and freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff ’em(Cinderella man, Cinderella manCinderella man, Cinderella man)There’s a storm coming that the weatherman couldn’t predictI start the bug, prick you better, flee cause I get tickedIt’s a wrap, I was down, when I was down, I was kicked, I got upI’m back to punch you to the ground, you trick, it’s a trapFuck my last CD, the shit’s in my trashI’ll be god damned if another rapper gets in my assI hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it’s my last
You can die in the blink of an eyeSo bat your eyelashes, and keep winking and blowing kisses
‘Cause you’re flirting with deathI’m destroying your livelihood, I ain’t just hurting your rep
I catch a flow and get going, no remorse I’m showing, ain’t slowing for no oneKnowing there is nothing you can do about itZero in on the target like a marksman, the target is you
I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it tooArsenic flow, lighter fluid saliva: what can you do?
Go get your crew to hype you up stand behind you like “Whoooo!”
That boy’s hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan tooFry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
See you can hate em, he don’t blame you frankly he would tooThis game could ill afford to lose him, how ’bout you?Now guess who?Here’s a clue
He came to a ball in his wife beater lost his Nike shoeIt’s in your ass, he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche tooNow, what’s his name?
If I had a time machine, I’d be Cinderella manMusic is my time machine so call me (Cinderella man, Cinderella man)(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)
Fuck catching lightning, he struck it, screamed “Shut up” at thunder and flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)Rewound the future to the present, paused it – don’t ask howFuck the past, mothafucka, he’s the shit right now he’s(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)Cinderella man, Cinder Fellow, Shady daneCame to wrap the game up in cellophane, raise hell, from Hell he cameBut didn’t come to bore you with the Cinderella storyNor did he come to do the same, can’t afford to be a lame-o
In this day and age and at this stage of the gameMediocrity can no longer be allowed to flySo say “bye” to the old, “H-I” to the new que seráConsider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâceRaise ’em high in the sky, keep ’em up, time to bring the place aliveThanks for being patient, I will make no more mistakesShit, my potato’s baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can flyMy filet is smoking weed, yeah, faggot, the steaks are highShit, I ain’t even suppose to be hereBy the grace of God, the skin on my teeth! and the hair on my nuts, I skated byNow y’all are on thin ice with ankle weights I hate to lieHow fucking irritated are you? How much in your face am I?It ain’t shit you could do but fear itProof is here in spirit and I’m the spitting imageI’ll mirror it when I stand near it, your pussy lyric: I “cunt” hear itWho forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists, who?Here’s a clueHe came to a ball in his wife beater lost his Nike shoeIt’s in your ass, he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche tooNow, what’s his name?
If I had a time machine(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)I’d beMusic is my time machine so call me (Cinderella man, Cinderella man)(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)