In the wake of a widely criticized immigration ban from Donald Trump, famous American rapper Eminem has protested the controversial anti-Muslim executive order by referring to Mr. President as a “bitch.”
Eminem’s new song is a collaboration with Big Sean in the latter’s new album titled “I Decided, Out Friday.”
On the track “No Favors,” Eminem ventured into politics and expressed disregard for the U.S. President who took office on 20 January, 2017.
“Trump a bitch…,” he raps.
The controversial track won’t ever get the nod from Mr. President for sure, but the rapper made his points on police brutality, racism in America and the Flint water crisis.
“I’m anti, can’t no government handle a commando/ Your man don’t want it, Trump’s a b**** I’ll make his whole brand go under,” Eminem continues in the song.
Listen to the song on Spotify.
Although the White House is yet to make comments on Eminem’s verbal attack, the rapper isn’t a stranger to such controversies. He has been criticized for inciting violence and encouraging hate against women through his lyrics.
Eminem has attacked George W. Bush, Ann Coulter and even another pop star, Fergie, in his songs.
Last October, the controversial rapper also attacked Mr. Trump and his supporters in an explosive 8-minute “Campaign Speech.”
In the freestyle political commentary, Eminem raps, “But you should be afraid of this dang candidate/ You say Trump don’t kiss a** like a puppet/ ‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’ and that’s what you wanted / A f***** loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button/ Who doesn’t have to answer to no one.”
Big Sean spoke in an exclusive interview with a DJ and music producer named Zane Lowe before the album was released on 3 February, 2017.
Lowe’s tweet after the interview reads: “When I heard Eminem’s verse, I played it back over and over again. I think I was just sitting in the studio in shock.”
“When I heard [@Eminem’s] verse, I played it back over and over again. I think I was just sitting in the studio [in shock].” #B1xBigSean pic.twitter.com/XMrwUu3h0p
— Beats 1 (@Beats1) January 18, 2017
Big Sean admits that Eminem was a perfect fit for the track. The 44-year-old rapper has proved himself an emotional artist who brings new energy and life to whatever he feels inside.
“Eminem’s on “No Favors.” He’s the only person that could be on this song. It kind of reminded my why I’m such an Eminem fan. It reminded me why I fell in love with Eminem’s work, the way he [rhymes], he’s unique, he’s special. When I first heard him, he was bringing new flows to the game. When he did this verse, he brought back that feeling like wow this is brand new energy” -Big Sean
No Favors lyrics
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? Gotta break it
Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? No favors
I’m about getting the job done, boy up every night
I’m about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
I’m about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I’m about taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell ’em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
I’m like “niggas took the flow but I’m still standing too”
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all your comparisons
I’ve been talking to God like that’s my therapist
I’m African-American in America
I ain’t inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the laugh
From where they need a handout
But they tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Sam’s Club
Now it’s blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can’t go
In my lane, though, I’m in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the head’s what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an angel
Show me everything’s a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
That’s my new lifetime policy
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher power
How I know? ‘Cause I don’t write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just don’t even out
Never stopping like we hypnotized
Watch what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we gon’ be the gods
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta break it
‘Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors
If she was flavor I won’t savor
No taste buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
I’ll be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my time late means I’m early, my age is reversing
I’m basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I’m saying’s cringe worthy
But I’m urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I’m turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks
Brady’s returning, matter fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier hittin’ it
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun will sound
And you’ll get a round like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap, butter
A banjo and manhole cover
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That’s for Sandra Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
I’m anti, can’t no government handle a commando
Your man don’t want it, Trump’s a bitch
I’ll make his whole brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I’m meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I’m bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin ‘em, bet you they’ll lay bleeding
And yell, “Wait!”, pleading—but screaming is pointless
Like feeding Michel’le helium
Leaving them pale faced medium sized welt
Straight treating ’em like a cell mate
See me I’m climbing hell’s gate
Bitch, I’m like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else is self Made needed?
Cause I’ma—
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from em; no favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta break it
‘Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em?
No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need from ’em? no favors
(I know you feeling yourself right now
But I’m not sure she’s the one
I would call them in)—”Hey, I’m outside”
What are you doing here?
