Untouchable Lyrics – Eminem
“Untouchable” details the racial injustice in America from a white person’s perspective on the first two verses and finally switches to the views to that of a black person in the final verse.| Song Name : | Untouchable |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Hands up, officer don’t shootThen pull your pants up, promise you won’t lootWe may never understand each other, it’s no useWe ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to youBlack boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of youPull up on the side of youWindow rolled down, profileThen we wonder why we see this side of youProbably comin’ from the dope houseWe could let you slide but your tail light is blew, outWe know you’re hidin’ that Heidi KlumOn you another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for youAnd just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and truePistol drew right at you, we’d be delighted to unload itIn your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of youFucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?I keep tellin’ myself, keep doin’ like you’re doin’No matter how many lives you ruinIt’s for the red, white and blueTime to go find a new one and split his head right in twoNo one’s ever indicted youWhy? ‘Cause you’re a…
White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar(My momma talkin’ to me, tryna tell me how to live)White boy, white boy, in your cop car(But I don’t listen to her, ’cause my head is like a sieve)White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable(The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a big rockstar
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture andWe don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, manDon’t tell us your attitude’s a result of thatBalderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at?Why you kicking that soda can?Pull your pants up, we ’bout to roll up andThrow your ass in the van cuffedYou don’t have to know our plans or what our intentions areOur cards are close to our chest, you better show your handsAnd put our minds more at easeOr get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boyWe’re fightin’ a crime war, here come the swineTryna clean up the streets from all these minoritiesThat’s what we call ’em pigsties forThey’re like eyesores to policeTalk to you like just a piece of trashFeels like we’re stuck in a time warp to meAs I kick these facts and get these mixed reactionsAs this beat backspins, it’s like we’re drifting back inTo the ’60s, having black skin is risky‘Cause this keeps happeningThroughout historyAfrican-Americans have been treated like shitAnd I admitThere have been times where it’s been embarrassin’ to be a…
White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar(My momma talkin’ to me, tryna tell me how to live)White boy, white boy, in your cop car(But I don’t listen to her, ’cause my head is like a sieve)White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable(The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a big rockstar
Seems like the average lifespan of a white manIs more than twice than a black life spanI wonder sometimes if it has a price scannerI feel like checking out on life, can’t escape this circumstanceI’d rather hear ’em say “Die N-word” than Die AntwoordNinja, now it’s better disguised banterBut that’s life, strapped ’cause we’re strapped financiallyAnd can’t find answersWe’re applying, but McDonald’sSeems to be the only franchise that’ll hireSo how can we have higher standards?As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives MatterWe fight back with violence but acts like that areBlack eyes on the movementWhich makes black lives madderAt cops and cops madderThat’s why it’s at a stalemateCan’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black OpsI wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stopsThe block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spotCall the attack dogs off of us, manYou always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stopAnd bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stopSendin’ white cops in the black neighborhoodsWho ain’t acclimated to ’em, like that’s the way to do itWho seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving gunsAnd know nobody black so they act afraid of usAnd that’s racism, the fear that a black face gives ’emA subconscious racistWait, why are there black neighborhoods?‘Cause America segregated us, designated us to an areaSeparated us, Section-Eight’d usWhen we tear it ups, the only time attention’s paid to usAnd education sucks, and every day’s anotherFreddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?We just want a safe environment for our kidsBut can’t escape the sirensDon’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies inThe poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest inThe lowest classes, it’s like a razor wire fenceAnd we’re trapped in these racial biasesThat plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raiseEvery time we see a devil’s faceLions, tigers, and bears, oh my-It’s more like billy clubs and gatsAnd we really love it when you think we’re guilty ’cause we’re black“But you kill each other, factsYou peel each other’s caps, for silly stuff like hats”Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuseWhile people with nothin’ to lose shoot each other for shoesFuck your Republican viewsPull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?And streets act as a narrator, don’t gotta read comicsOr be that into characters, just to see that, just to be blackYou better be strapped with a derringerOr be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers‘Cause no one oversees these cops andAll we see is ’em beat chargesWe done seen ’em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got offSo we don’t need all you crooked police officers’ peace offeringsJust keep marchin’, ’til we reach congressBut they’re gonna say you’re tryin’ to take an irrational stanceIf you try to slander the flag butSomebody has to be the sacrificial lambSo they call it a Kaepernick tantrumIf you don’t stand for the national anthemWe raise it, you better praise itOr you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’llTreat you like Rodney DangerfieldHome of the brave is still racist ‘villeSo this whole nation feels like a plantation fieldIn a country that claims that its foundation was based onUnited States ideals that had its Natives killedGot you singin’ this star-spangled spielTo a piece of cloth that represents the “Land of the Free”That made people slaves to build