Soliloquies of Chaos: Remember Me by Eminem

Soliloquies of Chaos takes a look at some of my favorite verses of all time and my reasons for loving them. Pretty simple. Enjoy!

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As Soliloquies of Chaos continues, you’re probably going to see quite a few verses from this man here. “Remember Me” is constantly overlooked as one of Em’s better songs, and hell I’m not really sure why. Guests RBX and Sticky Fingaz both provide vicious, entertaining verses. And Eminem incinerates this one.

Content aside for a moment, this verse is technically incredible. The sequence from “came home and somebody musta…” to “…in Bill Clint’s speech to fix these streets” is jaw dropping in its sheer rhythmic force and use of assonance to create a tremendous sense of purpose and forward motion. Eminem has many verses that display his passion for rhyming and his flare for controversy, but few marry the two so brilliantly and dramatically as this one. It’s gleefully vulgar, it’s violent, and, as is usual in the case of Eminem, it’s pretty remarkable on a technical level.

Check “Remember Me” and Eminem’s lyrics after the break.

Lyrics:

When I go out, I’ma go out shootin
I don’t mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I’m tryin to clean up my fuckin’ image,
so I promised the fuckin critics
I wouldn’t say “fuckin” for six minutes
(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
My baby’s mom, bitch made me an angry blond
So I made a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
in my cranium, but I’m stuck with a crazy mom
(“Is she really on as much dope as you say she’s on?”)
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint’s speech to fix these streets?
FUCK THAT! You faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
and re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show ’em where it’s at
(Dr. Dre: What the fuck you starin at, nigga?)

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