Untouchable Lyrics - Eminem

Hands up, officer don't shoot 

Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot 

We may never understand each other it's no use 

We ain't ever gonna grasp what each other goes through 

Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you 

Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you 

Pull up on the side of you 

Window rolled down, profiled 

And then we wonder why we see this side of you 

Probably coming from the dope house 

We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out 

We know you're hiding that Heidi Klum on you 

And you're on another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you 

And just in case a chase might ensue, 

we got that tried and true pistol drew 

right at you we be delighted to unload it 

In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you 

What the fuck am I gonna do? 

I keep telling myself keep doing like you're doing 

No matter how many lives you ruin 

It's for the red, white and blue 

Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two 

No one's ever indicted you 

Why? 

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'Cause you're a white boy, white boy 

You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me 

Try to 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 and 

We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man 

Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that 

Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at 

Why you kicking that soda can? 

Pull your pants up 

We bought to roll up, and 

Throw your ass in the van, cuffed 

You don't have to know our plan or what our intentions are 

Our guns are close to our chest 

You better show your hands 

And put our minds more at ease 

And you'll get shot in the thyroid, 'cause you might die, boy 

We fighting a crime war 

Here come the swine 

Tryna' clean up these streets from all these minorities 

That's why we call them pigstye's for 

They're like eyesores to police 

Talk to you like you're a piece of trash 

Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me 

As I kick these facts, and 

Get these mixed reactions 

As this beat backspins 

It like we're drifting back into the 60s 

Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening 

Throughout history, African-American's have been treated like shit 

And I admit, 

there have been times where it's been embarrassing to be a 

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'Cause you're a white boy, white boy 

You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me 

Try to 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) 

Pt. II 

Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man 

Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner 

Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner 

I feel like checking out on life, can't escape my circumstance 

I'd rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord 

Ninja, now it's better to describe banter 

But that's life 

Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially 

And can't find answers 

We're applying for McDonald's 

It seems like the only franchise that'll 

hire, so how can we have higher standards 

As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter 

We fight back with violence 

But acts like that are 

Black eyes on the movement 

Which makes wack lives madder 

At cops and cops madder 

And that's why it's at a stalemate 

Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops 

I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops 

The block is our backyard offices 

Not the crook spot 

Call the attack dogs off of us, man 

You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop 

And bad cops fuck it up for good cops 

And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods 

'Cause they ain't acclimated to 'em 

Like that's the way to do it 

Who's seen some videos of rappers waving guns 

And no nobody black so they act afraid of us 

And that's racism 

Fear to the black face gives them 

A subconscious racist 

Wait, why is there black neighborhoods? 

'Cause America segregated us 

Designated us, to an area 

Separated us 

Section-eight'd us 

When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us 

And education sucks, every days another 

Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz 

Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint? 

We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can't escape 

The sirens 

Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies 

In 

The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in 

The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence 

And we're trapped in, these racial biases 

That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise 

Every time we see a devil's face 

Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and 

Gats 

And we really love it when you think we're guilty 'cause 

We're black 

"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each 

Others caps, for silly stuff like hats" 

Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse 

While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes 

Fuck your republican views 

Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots? 

And streets act as a narrator 

Don't gotta read comics 

Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, 

you better be strapped, 

with a derringer- or be "capped in America" like Steve Rogers 

'Cause no one overseas, these cops, and 

Always see some B charges 

We see them beat Rodney King and got off 

So we don't need all your crooked police peace offerings 

Just keep marching, til' we reach congress 

But they gonna say you're tying to take an 

irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag 

But someone has to be the sacrificial lamb 

So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if 

you don't stand for the national anthem 

We raised it, 

you better praise it or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll 

Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield 

Home of the bravest still, racist spills 

So the whole nation feels like a plantation field 

In a country that claims that it was 

foundation on based on united states ideals 

That had its Natives killed 

Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth 

that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build