EMINEM - Untouchable Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album Revival(2017), released on 15 December 2017.

Vocals: Eminem ,
Producer(s): Mr. Porter, Emile Haynie,,
Writer(s): Eminem ,
SongRating: 10/10

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Scale: B Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 86
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO] Bm
[VERSE 1]
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Hands up, officer don’t shoot
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Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
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We may never understand each other, it’s no use
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We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

  
[VERSE 1]
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Black boy, black boy, 
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We ain't gonna lie to you
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Black boy, black boy, 
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We don't like the sight of you
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Pull up on the side of you
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Window rolled down, 'profile'
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Then we wonder why we see this side of you
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Probably comin' from the dope house
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We could let you slide 
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But your tail light is blew, out
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We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
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On you another drug charge, homie, 
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It's back inside for you
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And just in case a chase might ensue, 
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We got that tried and true
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Pistol drew right at you, 
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We'd be delighted to unload it
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In your back, then walk up and 
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Lay that taser on the side of you
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Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
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I keep tellin' myself, 
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Keep doin' like you're doin'
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No matter how many lives you ruin
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It's for the red, white and blue
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Time to go find a new one 
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And split his head right in two
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No one's ever indicted you
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Why? 'Cause you're a...

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[CHORUS]
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White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
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(My momma talkin' to me, 
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Tryna tell me how to live)
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White boy, white boy, in your cop car
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(But I don't listen to her, 
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'cause my head is like a sieve)
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White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
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(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
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Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
  
[VERSE 2]
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Black boy, black boy, 
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We don't get your culture and
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We don't care what our government's 
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Done to fuck you over, man
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Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
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Balderdash, where’d you get 
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The chip on your shoulder at?
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Why you kicking that soda can?
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Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
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Throw your ass in the van cuffed
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You don't have to know our plans 
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Or what our intentions are
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Our cards are close to our chest, 
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You better show your hands
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And put our minds more at ease
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Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
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We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
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Tryna clean up the streets 
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From all these minorities
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That's what we call 'em pigsties for
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They're like eyesores to police
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Talk to you like just a piece of trash
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Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
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As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
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As this beat backspins, 
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It's like we're drifting back in
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To the sixties, having black-skin is risky
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'Cause this keeps happening
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Throughout history, African-Americans 
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Have been treated like shit
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And I admit, there have been times 
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Where it's been embarrassin' to be a...

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[CHORUS]
Bm
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
Bm
(My momma talkin' to me, 
Bm
Tryna tell me how to live)
Bm
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
Bm
(But I don't listen to her, 
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'cause my head is like a sieve)
Bm
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
Bm
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Bm
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)

 
[VERSE 3]
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Seems like the average 
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Lifespan of a white man
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Is more than twice than a black life span
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I wonder sometimes if 
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It has a price scanner
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I feel like checking out on life, 
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Can't escape this circumstance
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I'd rather hear 'em say "
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Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
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Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
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But that's life, strapped 
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'cause we're strapped financially
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And can't find answers
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We're applying, but McDonald's
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Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
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So how can we have higher standards?
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As Dallas overshadows the 
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Battle for Black Lives Matter
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We fight back with violence but acts like that are
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Black eyes on the movement
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Which makes black lives madder
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At cops and cops madder
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That's why it's at a stalemate
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Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
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I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
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The block is our backyards, officers, 
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Not the crack spot
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Call the attack dogs off of us, man
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You always act all pissed 
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Off at us at a traffic stop
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And bad cops fuck it up 
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For the good cops, and man, stop
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Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
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Who ain't acclimated to 'em, 
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Like that's the way to do it
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Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
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And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
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And that's racism, 
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The fear that a black face gives 'em
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A subconscious racist
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Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
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'Cause America segregated us, 
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Designated us to an area
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Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
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When we tear it up’s the only time 
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Attention’s paid to us
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And education sucks, and every day's another
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Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
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Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
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We just want a safe environment for our kids
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But can’t escape the sirens
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Don’t take a scientist 
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To see our violent nature lies in
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The poverty that we face 
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So the crime rate’s the highest in
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The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
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And we’re trapped in these racial biases
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That plague our society 
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Which makes our anxiety levels raise
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Every time we see a devil’s face
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Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
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It's more like billy clubs and gats
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And we really love it when you think 
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We’re guilty ‘cause we’re black
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"But you kill each other, facts
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You peel each other's caps, 
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For silly stuff like hats”
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Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
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While people with nothin' 
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To lose shoot each other for shoes
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Fuck your Republican views
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Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, 
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Where the fuck are the boots?
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And streets act as a narrator, 
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Don't gotta read comics
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Or be that into characters, 
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Just to see that, just to be black
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You better be strapped with a derringer
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Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
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'Cause no one oversees these cops and
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All we see is 'em beat charges
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We done seen 'em beat 
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Rodney King unconscious, and got off
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So we don't need all you 
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Crooked police officers' peace offerings
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Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
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But they're gonna say 
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You're tryin' to take an irrational stance
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If you try to slander the flag but
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Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
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So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
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If you don't stand for the national anthem
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We raise it, you better praise it
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Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
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Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
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Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
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So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
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In a country that claims that 
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Its foundation was based on United States ideals
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That had its Natives killed
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Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
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To a piece of cloth that represents 
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The "Land of the Free" that made 
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People slaves to build

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