#Eminem & Big Proof

[therealcocoshady]

Why does Em keep wearing the Kangol hats ? 🤔

I am currently reading Not Afraid by Anthony Bozza and I think I figured out why Em wears the Kangol hats we love to hate 👀.

Here is what Bozza writes in the book :

Proof was actually buried wearing a Kangol Cap. What if that’s the reason why Em started wearing these ?

Thinking back, I don’t think he was spotted rocking these hats until after Proof died, so it would sort of make sense 🤔. If that’s the case, I think that’s a sweet nod ❤️ - and I will stop the Kangol hate 👀.

Anyway, i am really enjoying the book. It is really insightful, not only about Em’s career, but also about the music industry !

[goodgarbs]

Interview| We Talked with Rising Rap Artist Nasaan About Upcoming Project 'Error 404' & New Single

Rising rap artist and son of Detroit legend and D12 founder and frontman Big Proof, Nasaan has been showcasing a great collection of skills in music & directing all while shaping his career to be that of and even better than his father’s. On his way to his debut major label project release, which has been dubbed ‘Error 404′, Nasaan has consistently led his audience down an audio and visual…

[smutty-books]

It's Thursday, so today, today is MathersDay!!!!!! Accordingly, I have random pics of Em. Hope you enjoy the show

[edsonjnovaes]

Don Omar - Bandolero Remix ft 2Pac, 50 Cent, Eminem, The Notorious BIG, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg

Don Omar – Bandolero Remix ft 2Pac, 50 Cent, Eminem, The Notorious BIG, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg

Don Omar – Bandolero Remix ft 2Pac, 50 Cent, Eminem, The Notorious BIG, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg – RapMusicHD Don Omar – Bandolero ft. Tego Calderon, 2Pac, 50 Cent, Eminem, The Notorious BIG, BIG L, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Xzibit, Method Man, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Big Pun | Fast and Furious 2001, dominic toretto vs brian o’connor race For inquiries: rapmusichdtv@gmail.com 00:20 – Don Omar…

[misskingshit]

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

[yaz-4200]

~Secret Relationship With The Real Slim Shady~

(Eminem x reader!)

- PART 1 - 2001 - you’re in a secret relationship with slim, an innocent runway model and the controversial rapper

“You’re too paranoid baby” Marshall cooed softly in your ear

“I’m telling you Marshall that man recognised us” you said pulling the hood down further to cover you a little more- you loved wearing his hoodies they were not only comfy but you always felt so safe and hidden in how big they were.

He sighed pulling up to the McDonald’s drive in, getting ready to order a quick meal before he dropped you off to your next shoot.

You repositioned yourself in your seat, turning away from him to cover your identity when he pulled up , he laughed slightly to how seriously you took it- at the end of the day it was your sweet reputation he was protecting not his own

The immediate gasps filled your ears as he pulled up to the window “Oh my God!EMINEM” the fan girls called out

Marshall smiled and laughed “how y’all doing” he said with a chuckle “Can we get your autograph??!!” One of the workers squealed , Marshall nodded signing something for the both of them before they gave him the food “who was that with him” one said quite loudly as he began to drive away

You smiled to yourself , you enjoyed seeing him interact with fans - and hearing them ask about your identity make it clear you concealed yourself well "see wasn't that bad was it" marshall teased with a sly smirk on his face- you pushed his arm playfully "shut up" you replied with a laugh. You both settled down at the back of the car park as he handed you your food "I promise to call you whilst im in Detriot baby i just gotta sort some stuff out with the kim and see hailie" he said refering back to your previous conversation You smiled back at him , "its fine marshall , i have back to back shows here so i'll be busy too-say hi to hailie for me" you replied beginning to eat your fries You had only met hailie a hand full of times, which proof had mentioned was non-existant for past girls slim had been seeing. That made you happy,knowing he loved you enough to bring his daughter around you meant alot. You watched marshalls face grow intrigued by something outside the car, "Motherfucker!" he yelled too loud for your liking you turned your head and just then you heard it the "click" of a camera rang in your ears. "shit" you mumbled.Turning back to slim who slammed the car door open "jesus fucking christ marshall stop!" you hated when he acted on impulsive like this "Back the fuck up punk!" marshall shouted pushing the camera back with his palm , the guy seemed to get the hint jumping back away to get away from marshall In moments he was back in the car, a laugh escaped his lips as if the situation was funny "This isn't funny marshall hes gonna shop those" you replied pointing to where the man was "Then you cant deny me anymore in your little interviews" he retorted moving your head to his shoulder "i dont know what im gonna do" you mumbled to yourself.

[skeelly]

"when im fat and old and my kids think im a joke"

"who cares if im pretty if i fail my finals??"

"who's your daddy?" (IYKYK ;))

"im tired and it's winter"

"i wish i could block me out"

"wanna die"

hi!! welcome. i suggest putting a seatbelt on and i will pay for your therapy, dont worry. :)

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[soulc-hilde]

Game Shakers / Ch. 03

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

Pairing: Eminem x OFC!

Warning(s): Cursing, Drug Abuse, Racial Discrimination, Sexual Assault, more may be on the way as the story progresses

Summary: 2000s is quite the highlight between the fashion and rise of pop culture. Seemingly the new faces of shock value, rapper Marshall Mathers and rockstar King Woods finds a common ground amongst the unnecessary bullshit.

2019

“When I say that Marshall is a charmin’ son’f a bitch, I fucking mean it,” King laughs, shaking her head.

“Why is that?”

“So, after the VMAs, there was an after party, right?” She rhetorically asks. “I hate those damn things with my soul, but we had to stick it out until we were allowed to go home.”

A huge smile begins to grow across her face, “Matteo had made a deal with me that day and it was, if I could stay there for like… half an hour, I could leave early and Marshall walks into the party…”

1999

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, N*SYNC, and whoever the fuck else crowded surrounded the venue on top of the heaping bodies of their plus ones and management teams, maybe even sneaky fan and paparazzi here and there.

Sitting in a section on the 2nd, per King’s request, the sixtet drank and made jokes about… well, they made not so nice jokes. They people watched from the balcony, amused at how such televised royalties could act so trashy under the influence. It was so stupid. This entire shit-tick was stupid.

Nursing her beer, she added the occasional hums into the conversation as her friends actively talked. “Fuck, work,” Matteo smiled, “we can talk about it later. Iris, Tink, how’s your lovers?”

The two laughed, shaking their heads at the mocking sounds of kissing. Tink spoke first, “Carson’s doing fine. I’m sure he lost his mind when we won our awards and performed. He’s like our #1 fan, he just needs the fucking styrofoam finger.”

They laughed, picturing the 6’7” sized man jumping with that damn finger on his hand - that is, if there was one big enough for his hands. Irish then chimed in, “Terrance is good, too. We’ve been hustling about, getting our shit in order for the wedding.”

“Speaking of which,” Maliyah trailed, “did you guys speak on making your relationship public or keeping it private?” Iris nodded, “we want to go public, but we’re thinking about doing it after the wedding.”

Everyone nodded before continuing. King glanced over the balcony to meet a pair of cerulean eyes staring up at her. Paired with such beautiful features was bleach blond hair and slightly chapped lips that sat in a natural pout. A small smile stretched across her face and before she could stop herself, she waved him up.

With a small smile of his own, he sent a nod her way and made his way to the stairs with Dre and Proof following behind. He weaved around the crowd, never leaving her own. Just footsteps away from her table, he nearly started speed walking to sit beside her.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted softly, chubby cheeks pulled back to reveal a small smile and hidden dimple.

Charmed, King leaned against the booth, smiling. “Howdy,” she laughed, sipping her drink. "How'd you like your first award show?" He shrugs, eyes bouncing around the venue to avoid her dark ones.

"It's a'ight," he answered, "it's crowded and the whole carpet thing is stupid as hell." King snorted, "you ain't say nothin' but a word. At our first event, journalists were calling me a bitch all because I couldn't be bothered to play stupid."

The two shared a laugh. Marshall fumbled with a loose thread on his button up, debating on his next move when he suddenly blurted: "Just like how that reporter tried to get you slandering my name, huh?"

Instantly, the two perk up, waiting for the other to make their move. King made her's first, setting her drink down with a sigh. "I'm guessing she then snitched away? If there's one thing not alot are warned when signing their life away, these industry folks are snakes."

"From your colleagues in the business down to the reporters," she continued, shaking her head, "you never know who's willing to switch up at the drop of dime."

He added on, "but you and the others didn't. Y'all could've written me off as every name in the headlines and walked off, stirring shit just to stir shit, but you didn't. Why?"

King bit her lip, memories of her own encounters with the phonies of Hollywood came flooding in. "I've had my fair share of sellouts and backstabbers. I mean, look at the genre I mainly partake in... it's a field of white men projecting their lies and deceit onto us because we're women who aren't afraid to strum a guitar."

"I 'ppreciate it," he hummed, "truly. Speaking of you strummin' a guitar, how'd you even get into all of this anyways? Not to sound like those who wish on my downfall, but wouldn't rock be considered a 'white genre'?" His fingers quoted around the ridiculous phrase.

King smirked, "not really. the genre was created off of blues and jazz, much like country. Hearing us on the radio was far better than Chuck Berry or Little Richard on stage all because they were black and then Elvis came along. Now, flash forward to right now."

Marshall nodded, smirking, "don't tell me you're a country girl. I could handle the whole rock look, you look fine as hell, but country? Like, yeehaw? Oh, nah." King fell into a guffaw, her head falling back against the booth as he watched with satisfaction.

"You're goofy as hell, man," she wiped her eyes. "First off, your yeehaw was off. Secondly, so what if I'm a country girl? Don't tell me that a little accen' can easily push ye' away."

He bit his lip, eyeing her down with a charming side grin. "Mhm," he nodded, "never mind." She raised an eyebrow, "wha'chu mean? I already got'chu thinkin', huh?" She laughed, "regardless, I'm not a country girl, I was raised more in the city than the countryside unlike my parents."

"What'a'bout you? I know, fo'so you're a city boy," she giggled. Marshall playfully smacked his lips, "shut up. I'm from, uh, Detroit. I lived in the trailer park, mostly." King nods, listening closely.

He shrugged, "I mean, I have family in the south. They're from Missouri, I've lived back and forth, but spent most of my time in Detroit." She raised an eyebrow, leaning back, "Missouri roots? I've never been with a Missouri boy before."

"Oh?" Marshall playfully leaned back, his hand laying flat on his heart. "So, I'm takin' you want'a piece of me?" King snickered, bitting the inside of her cheek as a desperate measure to hide her smile. "Never said that. You're just new to me."

He raised an eyebrow now, "oh, so white boys being nice to you is new? Tell me more." King silently side-eyes the younger man, cheesing. Breaking their staredown, Matteo nodded his head at King with a soft smile. "30 minutes is up, King, you can head for the hotel, if you want to."

She nodded, sending him a silent thanks. "What does that mean?" Marshall asked. "Is that an escape plan or somethin'?" She laughed, "yeah. Somethin' like that. Matteo and I usually agree that I stick around this bullshit for 30 minutes and then I can head home."

"You're really not a fan of these things, are you?" He acknowledged her truth. She shaked her head, "if I could hate people, I would. If you want, we can hang out somewhere else. I don't have to go back to the hotel."

Marshall sent a small smile her way, "I'm not gonna bother you or anything like that?" King smiled back, "you couldn't, even if you tried." He nodded, "lead the way, then. I'm not picky." The two leave, sending quick waves while ignoring the joking catcalls.

He couldn't believe it, women was a sore topic for him as he tended to lay all the trauma from his mother and the inherited toxicity of Kim onto every other woman in the world, but King gifted him a different perspective. There was an obvious edge to her, it was like some puzzled code, but she didn't allow it to live life through her.

2019

"I don't publicly speak on much when it comes to King and I, and for a reason," Marshall sighs, speaking with every thought. "But, that night was probably the best night of my life back then."

"Since your overdose, you've stated before that there's a number of things from the past you just can't remember. Would say that it's the same for all of your memories with King?"

Marshall nods, "every moment I had with her in the start, I remember. From our good moments to our bad ones, I can think of them and smile. That may be because I always associated her with happiness and relief, or uh, a sense of comfort. I've never had that as a child and I never felt that with Kim."

"Would you say that night, is the night that you fell in love with her?'

"Surprisingly," he pauses, "no. No, that wasn't the night that I fell in love with her."

Taglist: @slytherinroyalty16

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[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

first day as the envoy of Yan, and i have a brilliant, amazing, fool-proof plan to assassinate the warmongering tyrant of Qin. I've got the head of a famous general inside a box, a poison dagger hidden inside a map and my backup is ruthless murderer who killed a man at age 13. mark my words, this day will go down in history!

update: my backup got cold feet and became catatonic with fear the moment we set foot in the palace. i quickly spun a story about him being a country bumpkin who was suffering culture shock but now the guards are suspicious and i have to approach the throne room alone--well, mostly alone. Oh, General-Inside-A-Box, we're really in it now.

update: the Warmonger laughed at my joke! i am going to get a good evaluation for regicide, which is normal to want and possible to achieve.

update: it's time to present the map. my palms are sweaty, knees weak and this scroll feels so heavy. i regret eating so much of my niang's dalu mian beforehand because someone didn't put enough salt inside this box and the general (heaven rest his brave soul) is starting to smell and to be honest it's making me a little nauseous. the fear rises in my gullet, strong and acrid, threatening to choke me, but i force it down and put on a brave front, like a swan on a tranquil lake, kicking like mad underneath. this is my one opportunity and i cannot let it slip away. Yan is too small to meet the might of this tyrant in open battle. for the sake of my people and all that i love, i must prevail.

update: i missed.

update: i am now chasing the Warmonger around the throne room. he cant unsheathe his Hugely Impractical Ceremonial Sword and none of his ministers are permitted to carry weapons so they just stand on the sidelines yelling advice. eventually the court physician comes to his senses and throws his medicine bag at me, giving the Warmonger an opening to finally get his sword out and cut me down. i throw my knife at him (also missed) as a final act of defiance but frankly speaking, there's not much face left to salvage here. when i enter the afterlife, the general is laughing so hard his head almost falls off again. i am never going to live this down.

update: I go down in history as a hero and one of the Five Great Assassins. really makes you wonder about the other four.

update: oh my god! my best friend is here too! what a sight for sore eyes, i can't wait to catch up and play some tunes with him!

notes under the cut:

The story takes place in 228 BC, the King of Qin is in the middle of a brutal war of conquest. In the span of just ten years (In 230--221 BC) he will unify china and become the first Emperor (the terracotta warriors belong to him). He will go down in history as both a cruel tyrant and brilliant statesman, to call him influential is to say the Yangtze river is "just a big puddle."

Jing ke -- (the assassin) originally hails from the state of Wei, which was conquered by Qin, afterwards he became a retainer of Yan and joined the plot to seek revenge. I simplified the story a lot for the sake of narrative clarity.

General Huan Yi -- former general of Qin who lost favour with the King. In an absolute bro move, he agreed to commit suicide and let his head be used as a "gift" for the assassination attempt. I couldn't find any sources on how severed heads were preserved during this time, but drying + curing with salt seemed pretty reasonable so i went with that.

yes, i did just combine the Second Century Warlord with Eminem to create an unholy abomination that is the deepest of deep cuts. 娘 Niáng -- [Mum] considered archaic 打卤面 Dǎ lǔ miàn--braised noodles

Jing Ke's buddy Gao Jianli (who is a famous musician) ALSO tries to kill King Qin to avenge his friend's death. He was recognised and blinded before his first attempt, but was allowed to stay. During this time, he ingratiated himself with the king and hid weights inside his instrument, biding his time until he could get close enough to take a swing (spoiler: he also missed).

[aaliyahunleashed]

DeShaun Dupree Holton (October 2, 1973 – April 11, 2006) professionally known as Proof and also known as Big Proof and Dirty Harry.

His first television appearance was in the video for Aaliyah’s “Age Ain’t Nothing But a Number.” It was filmed in his hometown of Detroit, Michigan in November 1994, the black and white visual featured cameos of Proof alongside Bizarre from D12 and Aaliyah’s brother (Rashad).

Holton first rose to national prominence when he formed D12 "The Dirty Dozen" in 1995 with his friends Eminem, Bizarre, Mr. Porter, and a high school friend Eye-Kyu. Shortly after that, Proof recruited two friends, B-Flat & Dirty Ratt, to the group.

Proof released a solo album (Called "Searching for Jerry Garcia" in August 2005) featuring collaborations with 50 Cent, Method Man, Nate Dogg, B-Real of Cypress Hill, T3 of Slum Village, Obie Trice, King Gordy, Eminem and D12. Proof said that he did not produce the record with Shady Records or Aftermath because he wanted to "build his own thing"

Sadly, on April 11, 2006, Proof was shot and killed after a heated argument during a game of billiards at the CCC Club on 8 Mile Road in Detroit.

[therealcocoshady]

nooo 😭 my heart rip proof

Those drawings were amazing and yet so sad… 😞 ! I mentioned Proof a couple of times in my writing, in Recovery and in a One Shot and it broke my heart 🥺.

As someone who has had to deal with their fair share of grief and sadness over losing a loved one, I can only imagine how Marshall felt & still feels.

Every time he’s mentioned in an interview, you can see the sadness take over his face & it’s just gut-wrenching…

[lboogie1906]

Christopher Edward Martin (born March 21, 1966) known professionally as DJ Premier (known as Preemo), is a record producer and DJ. He is considered one of the greatest hip-hop producers of all time. He was half of the hip hop duo Gang Starr—alongside the rapper Guru—and presently forms half of the hip hop duo PRhyme, together with Royce da 5'9". He was born in the Fifth Ward of Houston. He was then raised in Prairie View, before moving to Brooklyn, during his teenage years. He attended Prairie View A&M University, where he honed his musical skills as the campus DJ, and he occasionally performed with the Marching Storm band. He is known for producing all of Gang Starr's songs as well as many of those composed by the Gang Starr Foundation. Notable artists he has worked with include Anderson. Paak, AZ, Big Daddy Kane, Big L, Blaq Poet, Bun B, Canibus, Christina Aguilera, Common, Cormega, D'Angelo, Dilated Peoples, D.I.T.C., Dr. Dre, Fat Joe, The Game, Ill Bill, J. Cole, Janet Jackson, Jay-Z, Joey Bada$$, Kanye West, KRS-One, The Lady of Rage, Limp Bizkit, Lord Finesse, The LOX, Ludacris, Mac Miller, Mobb Deep, M.O.P., Mos Def, Eminem, Nas, The Notorious B.I.G., O.C., Papoose, Rakim, Royce da 5'9", Snoop Dogg, Xzibit and more. He collaborated with MC Jeru the Damaja on the album The Sun Rises in the East, released in 1994, as well as the 1996 follow-up, Wrath of the Math. He produced and supervised Livin' Proof by Group Home, from the Gang Starr Foundation; although overlooked at the time of its 1995 release, the album received acclaim. As a businessman, he has his own record company named Year Round Records. Among its artists are New York group NYGz, New Jersey rapper Nick Javas, and Houston rapper Khaleel. Tha Blaqprint by Blaq Poet, which features 13 Premier productions, was released by Year Round Records through Fat Beats Records in June 2009. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CqEq32PsUkp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[smutty-books]

Proof’s laugh, though. Love it!!!!!

[fabien22]

Eminem's growth in an industry of Afro-American rap.

Marshall Bruce Matters, better known as Eminem, is a rap artist and producer, born in 1972 in Missouri United-States. He then moved out with his mom to go and live in Detroit. His style of music is considered as a Hip-Hop kind of Rap, as he was influenced by big American rappers such as Nas or AZ while growing up.

In the 90's, Rap was quite dominant in America and mostly in neighborhoods, where their were many Afro-American communities. Rappers such as Jay-Z, Tupac or The Notorious B.I.G. came from that period of time. There weren't a lot of white rappers though. The big majority of them were Afro-Americans, and it was quite hard to be successful and respected as a white rapper. However, Eminem is an exception. At one point, in his song "Yellow Brick Road", he says [I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime, he looked at me like I'm out my mind, shook his head, like, "white boys don't know how to rhyme"] talking about the time he met Sproof, an Afro-American rapper and friend of his. It show that whites were not seen as being capable of rapping.

Eminem was a white dude from a broken down family, and was raised by his mother only. At the age of 8 at his high school in Missouri, he was bullied by other kids, and even got into a coma for a few days after that they hit his head on a bathroom's urinal (he talks about this episode in one of his songs "Brain Damage"). For a few years time, his mom and him moved out around 20 times, which resulted in him having to change schools about 3 times per year. This is difficult for anybody, but was even more difficult for Eminem as he was the bully everywhere he went too, as the cohabitation between white and black people wasn't at it's best.

Even though he was white, he managed to prove his talent and take the identity of Afro-American rap in his own way. After doing many rap battles in his school and starting to be noticed by music production companies, he created a group in 1995 called "D12" with Proof, the artist I talked about earlier in this post. This made him grow on the black Rap scene.

After getting a 2nd place in the 1997 Rap Olympics in Los Angeles, he got noticed by Dr.Dre, one of the biggest Rap producer of the time in America, who signed Eminem on his music label. He then created albums that were pretty much all hit albums. To attract more attention, he created a new character of himself in his songs, Slim Shady, a character that talks about sexe, rape, drug, and mental illnesses. He found his own style that made him be different from other rappers. His third album "The Marshall Matters LP" sold 1.76 million copies, beating Snoop Dogg's "Doggystyle" number of sold album's record, and even beating the record of the highest copies sold of an album by a solo artist from all kind of styles of music, held by Britney Spear's album "Baby One More Time"

This goes to show how much popularity Eminem managed to get. In the period and place he lived in, it was quite difficult if you were white. But he still managed to find his path and integrate the rap scene, even though being white. Partially thanks to Dr.Dre, Eminem became a worldwide known artist and sold millions and millions of albums. As of today, he has become a big influence in rap, and is even called by the Rolling Stones magazine "the king of hip-hop".

Dr.Dre, Snoop Dog, Ice Cube and Eminem

[wisconsin2002]

People on Twitter saying they went to school with Vivzie with no proof and yet people believing them reminds me of all the white girls on TikTtok showing up out of the blue and saying they were Eminem's daughter and having half the internet believing them.

Like yeah I'm sure you did fam. Now where's the ten other motherfuckers that are gonna come out of the woodwork and say the same shit? Lmao

Honestly Vivzies whole situation with Drama reminds me why I never wanna be famous or too big in the art industry. Shit is way too Parasocial nowadays man.

And not just Vivzie either but ND Stevenson too and how people tried to dig up info about his life and his relationship with Molly to soil him just because they didn't like catradora or the ending of She-Ra.

Or that Time brothers held the biggest grudge against Matt Braly because of a Sasha and Grimme drawing he didn't even make. Calling him a Pedo supporter and shit.

Granted It's a small minority and I'll always put the positives over the negatives and never stop chasing my passion of improving and sharing my art with people who like it and find interest in it. But I'd be damned to say I haven't noticed it becoming a continuos cycle with fandoms that have just gotten worse and worse over time. People just jump to the maddest conclusions about these artists without ever thinking that we only ever know or see these people through the screen or their work and don't have the full story like they do.

Anyways just wanted to vent a little. If you read all of this I appreciate it. Have a cookie🍪

If you didn't well... Have a cookie anyways cause I'm feeling nice. 🍪

[xdamngina]

R

Kings of Leon-Closer

Sometime after midnight-Airborne Toxic Event

Snuff-Slipknot

Amarte Duele-Ximena Sariana

Mana-Mariposa Traicionera

PXNDX-cuando no es como deberia ser

QBO- Fantasma

Mana-Labios compartidos

Mana-si no te hubieras ido

Asi Fue-Playa Limbo

J

Amor del bueno-Reyli Barba

My life would suck without you-Kelly clarkson

Sure thing-miguel

Love the way you lie-Eminem

Train-Marry me

Regina Spektor -US

Tegan and Sara- i cant take it

Tegan and sara- i was married

Tegan and sara-feel it in my bones

After the storm-Mumford and sons

Z

Te bote-bad bunny

Soy peor-bad bunny

I dont fuck with you-big sean

Sorry-Beyonce

No te creas tan importante- el bebeto

Vas a llorar por mi-banda el recodo

No eres tu ahora soy yo-tito torbellino

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Lover-Taylor Swift

Te regalo-Carla Morrison

Corre-Jesse y Joy

Solo para ti-Camila

Im with you-Vance Joy

Peas-Boylife

Fine line-Harry styles

Ojitos lindos-BB

Cardigan-Taylor swift

Say yes to heaven-Lana Del Rey

A sky full of stars-Coldplay

Living proof-Camila Cabello

Used to this-Camila cabello

Wonder-Shawn Mendez

Where you are-Hayla John summit

Issues- julia micheals

While We're young-jhene Aiko