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Marshall Bruce Mathers III (Maršal Brus Meters III) je američki reper i glumac. Rođen je 17. oktobra 1972. godine u gradu Sent Džozef u Misuriju. U svetu muzike poznatiji je kao Eminem ili „Kralj hip hopa“, kako ga je proglasio magazin Rolling Stone.
Karijeru je započeo 1996. godine. Od tada je izdao 10 albuma, prodao 172 miliona istih širom sveta, te postao drugi najprodavaniji umetnik u istoriji muzičke industrije. Dobitnik je preko petnaest Grammy nagrada, što za svoja ostvarenja, što zbog rada na tuđim albumima i pesmama. Bio je član grupe D12, ima svoju diskografsku kuću po imenu Shady Records, te u svojim pesmama priča o privatnom životu, borbi sa ovisnošću i stanju u društvu. Pored muzičkog angažmana, ostvario je se i kao glumac, za šta je dobio i Oskara. Billboard ga je prozvao „Izvođačem decenije“, a često uz njegovo ime stoje epiteti poput „Kralj hip hopa“ ili „Najbolji reper današnjice“.
Detinjstvo Eminem je rođen 17. oktobra 1972. godine, u Sent Džozefu u Misuriju. Njegov otac, Marshall Bruce Mathers Junior (Maršal Brus Meters Džunior) napustio je njega i majku kada je reper imao samo devet dana. Iako ga je Eminem često tražio i pisao mu pisma, njegov otac ga nikada ponovno nije kontaktirao. Danas ima još dvoje dece sa drugom ženom. Pevačeva majka, Deborah Rae Nelson (Debra Rej Nelson) dobila je Eminema sa samo 17 godina. Budući da je bila samohrana majka radila je razne poslove kako bi izdržavala sebe i sina. Često bi se selila u majčinu kuću, a kada bi njihov odnos postao loš, nalazila bi novo mesto za stanovanje po čitavom Misuriju. Kada je Eminem imao 11 godina, konačno su se smestili u predgrađe Detroita. Deborah se borila sa zavisnošću i siromaštvom. Živela je promiskuitetnim načinom života o čemu je reper kasnije govorio u svojim pesmama. Dobila je još jedno dete po imenu Nate (Nejt).
Budući da je Eminem bio jedan od retkih belaca u Detoritu, crnicu su ga neprestano zlostavljali što je kulminiralo kada ga je poznanik iz škole toliko pretukao da je reper završio u komi. Njegova majka je podnela i tužbu protiv škole, ali ništa nije učinjeno jer je tužba na kraju odbačena. Eminem je oduvek bio zainteresovan za muziku. I njegovi roditelji su nastupali kao bend pre nego što su se razišli. Rastao je uz ujaka Ronny Paulkinghorna (Roni Polkinghorn) koji mu je bio kao stariji brat. Ronny je 1991. godine, počinio samoubistvo što je ostavilo veliki trag na Eminema. Nije pričao danima, te je doživeo nervni slom zbog čega nije mogao da prisustvuje sahrani. Eminem je tri godine pohađao deveti razred osnovne škole. Srednju školu Linkoln napustio je sa 17 godina. Radio je i po nekoliko poslova kako bi pomogao majci, ali ga je ona često izbacivala iz kuće. Nakon što je postao slavan, njihov odnos postao je još lošiji jer ona nije mogla da podnese osudu javnosti zbog svojih roditeljskih veština, a on nije hteo da trpi njene ucene zbog novca.
Sa 14 godina osnovao je grupu M&M, od čega je kasnije nastalo njegovo umetničko ime Eminem. Učestvovao je u rep bitkama i fri stilovima, te je morao da se bori za svoje mesto na rep sceni, budući da su je sačinjavali isključivo crnci.
https://www.biografija.org/muzika/eminem/
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"Infinite"
Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this)
it's Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
(Till forever, till forever)
One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313
You know what I'm saying?
yo they don't know shit about this
For the '96
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, the zany-acting maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
and twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more car tunes than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm infinite
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a Jeep full of people
MCs are feeble, I came to 'cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
**** around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm infinite
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
'Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MCs
Mic nestler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm infinite
'95, '96 ('96)
And on and on and on (and on and on)