Lyrical Interpretation of Eminem ‘The Real Slim Shady’ (‘The Real Lord Shady’)
Interpretation of Eminem’s ‘The Real Slim Shady’, titled ‘The Real Lord Shady’.
By V. Birchwood
Music to go along with the lyrics:
https://youtu.be/_fhDVVfELsM
May I have thine attention please?
May I have thine attention please?
Will the true Lord Shady please stand up?
I do repeat, will the true Lord Shady please stand up?
We will have a problem here
Ye all act like ye have not seen a medieval person before
Swords all on the floor like Margaret, like Thomas crusade in through the door
And we have lost to our enemies even worse than before
First victorious, now throwing ourselves in for capture (Ahh!)
It is the return of the, oh waitest, ye can't, thou art jesting
He did not just proclaim what I think he did, did he?
And Preacher Dre said, nothing ye fools,
Preacher Dre is dead, he is vaulted in the tomb's basement
Unorthodox women still love to sing a hymn
O' lord, o' lord, Lord Shady, art thou sick of him?
Ye look at him, trotting around, grabbin' his rubied cross,
Showing his silk-spun cloths, but he is handsome though
Aye, I may have got a couple of my loyalties and morals loose
But no worse, than what is going on in thy royals chambers
Sometimes, I crave to climb the stage and just let go, but can't
But it is just for Thomas Smith to hunt a grand moose
My ankles have been stripped, my ankles have been stripped
And if I am fortunate thou mightst just give them a little kiss
And 'tis the lesson we deliver to all our kin
And expect them not to know what a woman's bosom is
And against God's will we give another a green gown
Long before a courtship or officiating of betrothal
And beg for forgiveness on Sundays in the chapel
We are no more than God’s chariots
But some of them are Barbarians,
Who slice others open like a bread loaf
But if we can hurt others just to have triumph,
There is no reason two mustn't kiss before they court
But if ye feel as I, I am with the antidote
Maidens wave your woolen hose, sing the chorus and Rondeau
I am Lord Shady, aye, the real Lord Shady
All ye other Lords and Ladies are just imitating
So wilt the real Lord Shady, please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up! (x2)
John Gower needeth not write of courtly love to sell his rhymes
But a sinful man must repent and payeth for all his crimes.
Do ye think I care of being titled Knightly?
Half of ye can’t even bear to look at me
Let alone fight beside me
But Lord, what if ye win, would it be wyrd
Why, so ye men can just lie to get me here
So ye can seat me here beside Edward the Third?
Egad! King John the Second, better switch me thrones
So I can sit beside Lionel of Antwerp and Chaucer
And hear them bicker over who won the battle first
The clodpates put me for display in the stocks
Aye, I may be brave, but there are those that do mock (Shady!)
At least I can find myself a Lady
And show the whole Kingdom, how betrothal be (Ahh)
I am abhorred by ye traitors, all ye do is gall me
So I have been sent here to nobly destroy ye
There still be a million who hold affinity and battle with me
Who curse as me, who care not to be damned as me
Who dress as me, walk, speak, and act as me
And may just be, the next best thing, but not quite me
For I am Lord Shady, aye, the real Lord Shady
All ye other Lords and Ladies are just imitating
So wilt the real Lord Shady, please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up! (x2)
I am a power to listen to, but I purposefully give the chatter
Things ye jest about with friends, drinking mead in the tavern
The difference lies, I'm in the station to speak my mind in front of ye
And I needn’t be false or smeareth it in honey at all
I merely tower on the platform and assert it
And whether ye want to reveal, I do have grit
Better than ye cowards out there who just stand
Then ye wonder, how can Lord Shady rule so many lands?
It is loyalty, the manner in which others show their fealty
A Lord with such a faithful Vassal serving
Paying homage while my best made plans are stirring
And still as Lord Shady, for more power I am yearning
In every man, there may be a Lord Shady lurking
He could be conquering Normandy, but instead he beeth here hurting
Or in the warfield charging, we are damned to hell with all this luck
With his sword drawn and his armour struck
So wilt the real Lord Shady, please stand up
And point one of your fingers, on each hand up
Egad! Ye be proud to be crazed and fight for control
And once more, with all your might, loud as ye can, how doth it go?
I am Lord Shady, aye, the real Lord Shady
All ye other Lords and Ladies are just imitating
So wilt the real Lord Shady, please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up! (x4)
Gad, there be but a Lord Shady within all of us
Damned in hell, let us all stand up.