Music is like magic: there's a certain feeling you get when you're real and you spit and people are feelin' your shit The Eminem Show (2002)
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spiritMaybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
It's all political; if my music is literal and I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to The Eminem Show (2002)