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The song ‘Census Bureau’ from DJ Kay Slay’s album’The Streetsweeper’ Vol.2 features D12. This less known song, featuring D12, could have been entitled ‘Death Index’ as well when we think about the numerous references to people who get killed at 7 Mile Road, Runyan Ave during the whole song; dramas are followed by dramas. You entered into a hellhole.
Kon Artis introduces you into the unruly place:
‘You know me, Denaun the same ol’ nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can’t do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave’s unruly
And truly this ain’t a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
You don’t really want war, I’m chillin at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can’t be a punk, my daddy wasn’t none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo’ under the seat ‘ I ain’t a hoe!’
Kon Artis also gives you a definition of Runyan Ave in the song ‘That’s How’ from the ‘Devil’s Night’ album:
‘Steal cars, wreck bars, got fucked up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50 clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches
That’s how Runyan Ave is cut ‘
D12 trife thieves are back with their sinful habits: ready to steal, smoke weed, alcohol is poisening wherever you go…
Swifty’s verses are scary as hell. He impersonates a bad murderer who will get you killed for nothing:
‘A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed
I’ll be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beam
And put it right on my head
You don’t be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds
Havin meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical room
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on
“You fittin to die holmes!” {*explosion*}
Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I
You would swear that I’m a Gemini
I kill a guy for nothin – eye to eye
And I ain’t gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin
Got a pump that’ll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row’s office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}
(Hang a nigga!) I’m ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Survive and I’m gettin up high without a flaw bitch!’
The allusion to Death Row sounds sarcastic and increases the scary atmosphere. Death Row makes your death unavoidable. That’s a scenario that might happen if you penetrate into the dangerous area of 7 Mile Road.
Proof goes on with some offensive lines. He makes you feel how much he likes struggles:
‘I’m a dog on the mic that’ll brawl out with Christ
Get to cappin at your captain ’til he fall outta life
I’m all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain
Fool fuck this game, I’m poppin at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke
I ain’t feelin nothin you wrote so I’m stompin your throat
Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks
I’m a uzi with arms and legs
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)
You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
Spittin the right game so yo’ ass can get laid
the fuck down, I don’t give a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin bout “Clappin” – quit actin, you barely bust nuts
Don’t get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
And I’ma kill every man that came with you’
Bizarre and Kuniva will add some silly and insane thoughts to the scary athmosphere. Drama after drama, you will be able to count the many deads.
[Intro: Kon Artis]
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
Haha, Runyan Ave
We lookin for yo’ momma
D-12 – where yo’ momma at?
Miko ‘ where yo’ momma at?
Young Zee, hey Dame – where yo’ momma at?
I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass
Hey Em where yo’ momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh)
Yo..
[Kon Artis]
You know me, Denaun the same ol’ nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can’t do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave’s unruly
And truly this ain’t a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
You don’t really want war, I’m chillin at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can’t be a punk, my daddy wasn’t none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo’ under the seat ‘ I ain’t a hoe!
[Chorus: Kuniva] + (Kon Artis)
You know it’s been a while but we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh’fucker, niggaz killin it now)
Goddamn! You don’t want no problems B
(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
It’s that same ol’ shit, niggaz back again
(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)
[Swifty]
A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed
I’ll be makin all these niggaz wanna take a beam
And put it right on my head
You don’t be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds
Havin meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical room
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on
“You fittin to die holmes!” {*explosion*}
Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I
You would swear that I’m a Gemini
I kill a guy for nothin – eye to eye
And I ain’t gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin
Got a pump that’ll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row’s office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}
(Hang a nigga!) I’m ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Survive and I’m gettin up high without a flaw bitch!
[Chorus]
[Proof]
I’m a dog on the mic that’ll brawl out with Christ
Get to cappin at your captain ’til he fall outta life
I’m all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain
Fool fuck this game, I’m poppin at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke
I ain’t feelin nothin you wrote so I’m stompin your throat
Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks
I’m a uzi with arms and legs
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)
You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
Spittin the right game so yo’ ass can get laid
the fuck down, I don’t give a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin bout “Clappin” – quit actin, you barely bust nuts
Don’t get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
And I’ma kill every man that came with you
[Bizarre]
Yeah, yeah ‘ KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear your whole door up
Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers
My dick’s so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)
When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That’s why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)
So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain’t home, I’m so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that’s born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)
I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and won’t say pardon – be cautious!
Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know it’s me, I got a .44 wit me
Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain’t no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz ’til my pockets look greener than Yoda
And you know that I’m the +Shady+ type, the crazy type
That’s probably why promoters never pay me right
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I’m bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizarre]
Yeah.. D-12.
Devil’s Night.. part two..
The drama.. continues..
KaySlay.. hahahaha..

Kimberly Mathers reportedly missed drug treatment
http://www.mlive.com/news/aanews/index.ssf?/base/news-9/1087397184256860.xml
Wednesday, 16, 2004
BY AMALIE NASH
News Staff Reporter
The ex-wife of rapper Eminem was arrested at an Ann Arbor hotel Tuesday, two months after a felony warrant was issued for her arrest for an alleged probation violation on a drug conviction, authorities said.
A tip led police to Weber’s Inn on the city’s west side after a caller reported that Kimberly Mathers was staying there and was possibly wanted on a warrant, Ann Arbor Police Lt. Michael Logghe said.
Officers saw a woman they believed was 28-year-old Mathers walking from the back door of the room toward the pool and back to the room, and when they asked her name, she said “Julie,” Logghe said. She initially refused to let officers into her room and shut the door, but she eventually allowed an officer inside and admitted she was Mathers, Logghe said.
It’s unclear how long Mathers had been staying at the hotel.
An felony probation violation warrant for Mathers was issued by a Macomb County judge in April when she failed to return to a court-ordered drug treatment program. Mathers pleaded guilty to cocaine possession in January and was ordered to serve 30 days in the county jail and then transfer to an inpatient substance abuse treatment program for an additional 90 days.
After she was arrested, Mathers was turned over to authorities in Macomb County, Logghe said.
Mathers and Eminem, whose legal name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III, have a daughter named Hailie Jade Mathers.

* Source: Bravo Magazine
(Credit to Bavariangirl 2003 who posted the info on the Kon Artis yahoo group)
It isn’t easy to grow up at 7 Mile Road. The D12 crew grew up with lots of problems that are related to ghetto life. In an interview given to Bravo Magazine, Kon Artis talks about his past.
He explains the context in which he grew up:
‘My Childhood was okay. I lived in a Ghetto. Everybody who lived
there was poor, so we didnt fight each other, we only had fights
with people who had more than we had (laughs). It was very rough: I
have seen how people got killed or robbed.’
As a kid, Kon Artis was a little thug. He used to steal, which is something he regrets now:
‘Yes, I stole in many Shops and I broke into houses. That was
crazy shit. I was really stupid at that time.’
Because he was hungry and thus, in constant need of ‘cash’, Kon Artis used to break into houses and to steal in shops. He and some other kids sold the things:
‘I was hungry and needed food. I always needed things that I
could sell for food.’
It is not that Kon Artis’ parents completely lacked food. Most of the time, they had enough to eat, but when you live in the ghetto, you also try to imitate the other kids’ behavior in order to look “cool”:
‘Most of the time we had enough to eat, but sometimes not.
And I also did it because the others did it too. It wasnt really cool and
I had to pay for it. But that are things that you learn when you
wake up and your are simply stupid.’
Denaun Porter is grateful to his parents, because he gratuated from High School:
‘I was at school too. My mom took care of that I graduated from
high school. I am really thankful for that.’
Many people may wonder about the huge complicity inside of the D12 family. The D12 have been friends and accomplices since they were teenagers. Kon Artis even worked at the same place as Eminem. A fast food where both friends preferred mad rhymes to work in itself, which drove the boss crazy (you guessed it right!):
‘ I worked about a year and a half for UPS, then Eminem helped me
to get a job at a Fast Food Restaurant. We worked there together,
and got fired together. That was funny.’
To all of you who keep asking yourselves what keeps the D12 crew together, Kon Artis already knows the answer:
‘Love (laughs)! Love and God. We know each other since we were
teenager. We grew up together since the early nineties.’

On January the 9th 1975, Kathleen Sluck (Kim’s mother) gave birth to twins: Kim and Dawn.
Kim was born in Detroit. Her and her sister’s childhood was quite horrible. At the age of 13, both sisters had to run away from an alcoholics’ home. Appearently, Kim’s stepfather was abusive towards her.
We have very few infos about Kim’s twin sister.
Dawn Scott is the mom of three children: Alaina, Adam and Amy.
Alaina Scott currently lives with Marshall. The little girl has been adopted by Eminem. Alaina’s twin brother is Adam who was born mentally and physically handicapped, because Dawn was taking drugs during her pregnancy. The little boy lives at his father’s family. Alaina and Adam are 11 years old.
Amy is about 8/9 years old and she currently lives with Dawn.
When she was 13, Debbie Mathers raised Kim as her own daughter. Things started to become worse between Debbie and Kim when she started dating Marshall.
When Marshall and Kim left Debbie’s home, they moved to a bad neighborhood. Kim nearly got killed by a stray bullet that came through their kitchen window while she was doing the washing up:
“The neighborhoods we lived in fucking sucked. I went through four TVs and five VCRs in two years.” (Kim)
Some people say that Kim never ever worked. Which is partially untrue. Kim used to work as a masseuse in 1998, at a time she had broken up with Marshall.
On Kim’s biographical info from Michigan Court, you will lear that Marshall is not the only one to have some tattoos:
http://www.state.mi.us/mdoc/asp/otis2profile.asp?mdocNumber=482804
It is interesting to notice that three girls’ names are tatooed on her index: Alaina, Whitney and Hailie.

Many people don’t realize it, but fame sometimes leaves a sour aftertaste. People usually only see the glory and the money that goes with fame, but they don’t see the numerous disadvantages of being a celebrity.
Marshall recently stated that he is fed up with fame.
Maybe much more with everything that goes with fame: pressures, psycho fans, security, very rare spare time.
Many people would argue that Eminem wanted to be famous and that he shouldn’t complain about his life style.
But they seem to ignore that Eminem didn’t expect to get that big. He wanted to have a record deal, like any average rapper:
“All I really wanted was a career in hip-hop. But you’ve got to be careful what you wish for, as it’s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream. I miss going to the park and playing basketball.’
Before 1999, the world didn’t care so much about Eminem. When Eminem entered into stardom, he really had no idea of the many pressures the music industry would put on his shoulders. This point is clearly explained in his earlier collaboration with Cypress Hill ‘Rap Superstar’:
‘[Eminem Speaking]
Most people don’t see how much work is really involved
in this rap shit
I didn’t know it
I didn’t see it
I never saw it until i was actually in it
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i’m sayin
No matter what u just been through…’
Marshall, who raised to fame in less than a year, between 1998 and 1999, had to face so many pressures from his label and also the negative critics from the media. All of a sudden, his privacy and his relatives’ privacy was totally exposed in the tabloids.
When you’re famous, you always have to satisfy your public, no matter what your state of mind actually is.
Moreover, fame also involves a real loss of freedom. Wherever you might be going to, security guards will follow you.
Marshall is known for his simplicity. He didn’t grow up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He perfectly knows the fights and the struggles of life.
“I was never that person that wanted the big cars. I don’t like having security hold my hand to walk out to my mailbox. There’s something inside of me that refuses to believe I can’t walk down he street or be as normal as I want to be.’
How many times has Eminem dreamt to be anonymous in the crowd? He sometimes wishes not to be Eminem or Slim Shady, but just Marshall Mathers, a regular guy who would like to live a normal life.

‘Get My Gun’ from the new D12 World album offers us a hilarous parody of what could possibly happen when Eminem and his crew gets angry. Things will get overheated very fast and he may get his gun very fast.
The introduction that features Kon Artis shows us a man (Marshall) who reacts before thinking in a very concrete situation when he feels bad. This situation looks like a typical bad day in Marshall’s life who will start beefing with somebody who just asked for an authograph:
[Eminem]
I’m gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what’s you’re problem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want’s to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn’t poppin’ shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin’ them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
Things are getting worse and overheated when Swifty starts talking. There is no mercy in the words he drops on the mic. The well known D12 terrorist is ready to lyrically shoot and kill. Scary and offensive, Swifty is the man of your worst nightmares:
‘A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I’ll be severin’ heads, i’m in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that’ll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you’re motherfucking tough talk, you’re soft
Get you’re balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa’ raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i’m angry
You’ll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle’s will eat threw people
When I see you i’mma heat you’re beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .’*
Although the main content of the song is hilarious, the D12 crew also remind you that Runyan Ave is a place not to joke with. It is a place where you can get killed instantly. One wrong word can lead to your shooting.
The song ‘Get My Gun’ that is ‘by the way- Proof’s favorite song from the album enlightens each D12 member’s talent.
You will enjoy the rapid flow of the D12 members who won’t control their anger during the whole song.
Bizarre’s crazy part will probably keep you laughing. His last rhymes are full of his well known wicked sense of humor while Kuniva, Proof and Kon Artis act like dangerous psychos who are ready to shoot you down.
‘Get My Gun’ offers us an intelligent and funny parody of the escalation of some overheated situations in the Detroit ghetto. Anything ‘even eye contact- can get you killed in the 313.
LYRICS
I’m gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what’s you’re problem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want’s to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn’t poppin’ shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin’ them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I’ll be severin’ heads, i’m in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that’ll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you’re motherfucking tough talk, you’re soft
Get you’re balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa’ raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i’m angry
You’ll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle’s will eat threw people
When I see you i’mma heat you’re beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker’s poppin’ that shit
Nah fuck that i’ll be right back
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain’t disrespecting me like that
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain’t know that I’m strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin’ around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin’
I’ll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin’
Squat under trucks and screaming “that niggas’s bluffin'”
I cuff my nuts while cussing “don’t trust him”
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal’ lettin’ the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you’re neepo
‘Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq’s free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya’ brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I’m doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you’re house lit the fuck up
You’re spouse shit, and you’re mouse clip
Betta’ watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you’re skin
I’m in love with the sin, tell Bugz i’mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you’re friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain’t going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I’m a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you’re lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you’re life out
Bullets know at you’re ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips…(I’M GONNA GET MY…)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don’t know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don’t told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I’m trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!…FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!…UGH!
C’mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot…AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don’t play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or…(I’M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it’s a shame i’m to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they “Ra’,Ra’,Ra'”
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn’t we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna’ resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain’t nothing to play with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo’s aint ready
Picture’s of my dog and my family reunion
It’s been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey “Kate” do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That’s why I don’t be fucking battle rapping
‘Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn’t let him
I’m ready to blow this bitches brains out
I’m nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see E

Marshall Mathers and his D12 crew will certainly amaze you with their new video to the D12 World song ‘How Come’.
Flashback to the period of the ‘Infinite’ album: a younger Marshall is interpreting his song ‘Jealousy Woes’ on stage. Back to the period where Marshall was having fun and also argued with his D12 crew.
Marshall makes his listener and viewer feel how much he misses this period. At this time, Marshall and Kim were together and despite the numerous arguments inside of their couple (that also rhyme with passionate love), Kim used to communicate with him.
Kim has disappeared for weeks. Nobody really knows where she is. Maybe is is also her SOS call for some attention from her ex husband’s side, although Marshall never really lacked attention towards her.
It is also obvious that she sometimes manipulates Marshall’s mind. Depressive and suicidal people want people to constantly pity them and feel sorry for them. One thing is sure: Kim needs some help. But it is up to her to face her own demons. Nobody will do it in her place.
Marshall has made his way to success. He is wealthy, has a large audience of fans and of people who really appreciate his huge talent. But deep inside, a huge pain still remains. Marshall feels hurt by Kim’s attitude. He has no news from her. He would at least like her to call him from time to time:
How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!’
Marshall has admitted having made mistakes in his couple (who doesn’t?). Because he has symbolically killed Kim in his former songs ’97 Bonnie and Clyde’ and ‘Kim’, he’s been described like a monster by the media. But the same media don’t understand that Marshall Mathers is a devoted family man in real life. Marshall and Kim have a little daughter in common and Marshall has always stated his unconditional love for Kim. ‘I love you more’ is nothing else than a beautiful love ballad for his ex wife.
Marshall will move you when he talks about Kim’s blindness and change of feelings towards him:
‘We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to hide it. your cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
.I can sense it and I dont like it.’
He will bring you back to his difficult times and make you understand that Kim shared those hard times with him. Whatever happens between the two of them, a part of Marshall will always love Kim. This part of him is bleeding and his pain is immense: Marshall is quite unable to swallow Kim’s change of heart.
Eminem is followed by Kon Artis whose part is admirable. Kon Artis plays the role of a loyal friend who tells Marshall his opinion about Kim and asks him to to hate on him for spitting the truth (that deeply hurts):
‘It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I’m just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player…’
the one thats changing is you.
In the video, you can see an incredibly beautiful Kim smiling. Marshall shares his nostalgy of those ancient times with us, but also his pain for being betrayed by Kim.
Proof also talks about a dead frienship and about the disadvantages of being famous:
“Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it’s with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It’s my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.”
The song ‘How Come’ is mostly about Kim, but it also describes (as you can see it in the video) the little arguments that may occur in a family like the D12 crew.
Marshall is a man of heart who has always expressed his love for Kim and his song is a message for his ex wife not to turn her back against him.

Comparing Eminem to Benny Goodman, Elvis Presley and Paul Simon, a federal judge ruled yesterday that the company that publishes a leading hip-hop magazine was in contempt of court for failing to comply with orders in a copyright battle with the rapper.
In two separate orders released yesterday, Judge Gerard E. Lynch of United States District Court for the Southern District of New York awarded some monetary damages to Eminem’s record company, Shady Records, and dismissed counterclaims against Eminem himself, whose real name is Marshall B. Mathers III.
Judge Lynch ruled that the publisher of The Source, Source Enterprises, had violated his injunction by publishing on its Web site (www.the source.com) lyrics ascribed to Eminem. The lyrics, which disparage black women, are several years old, written before Eminem acquired his fame. The judge said their publication by The Source carried the potential to impair the credibility of Eminem, who is white. Eminem has acknowledged writing them but described them as a product of adolescent heartbreak.
“Mathers is the most prominent of the handful of white hip-hop artists who have been artistically or commercially successful,” Judge Lynch wrote. “Like other white musicians who have been successful in musical genres or forms pioneered by Africans or African-Americans, from Benny Goodman to Elvis Presley to Paul Simon, Mathers has been accused of exploiting black culture; he in turn has asserted his respect for his black role models and peers, and has maintained that he comes by his hip-hop success honestly, as a young man from a poor urban background who has long been associated with African-American friends, neighbors and mentors.”
The magazine cast its publication of the lyrics as a journalistic expos’; Eminem and his record company cast it as copyright infringement, and the parties took their dispute to court. The main copyright infringement claim is still being litigated.
One order issued yesterday released Eminem from responsibility for counterclaims of copyright infringement, finding that only his record company, as the assignee of his rights, was directly involved in that dispute.
A second order found that The Source was in civil contempt for publishing the lyrics on its Web site, where a lawyer for Shady Records found them. The judge stopped short of ruling the magazine company’s contempt willful, and he denied requests for sanctions against it, awarding little more than the costs of enforcing the injunction, which have not been determined.
“At the same time,” Judge Lynch wrote, “the degree of acrimony and lawyerly zeal in this litigation makes it inconceivable that Source was unaware that Shady would be vigorously monitoring its compliance with the order.”
Dennis Dennehy, a spokesman for Interscope Records, the parent of Shady Records, declined to comment on the orders.
Michael S. Elkin, a partner at Thelen, Reid & Priest who is the trial lawyer for The Source, said in a telephone interview that his client’s focus remained on the copyright infringement claims.
“The Source had every right to publish the material it did release to inform the public about who Eminem is,” he said.

People usually focus a lot of attention on the comments that the media have to offer about groups like D12.
In fact, you will learn much more about D12 by listening to the six emcees talking about each other.
Kon Artis and Kuniva will confirm you that Proof is an incredible freestyler and emcee. If you have listened to Proof’s mixtape, you will know that they are so right about it. His mixtape offers us various styles and sounds.
Proof is a gifted emcee who deserves to be known better.
Kon Artis:”He taught me how to rhyme. He’s my drinking buddy, but I can’t drink as much. At times he worries me because he can be a wild card, but he’s calmed down a lot.”
Kuniva: “He’s a live wire. Bound to say anything, do anything. Proof can switch up his style so many different ways — he can flip it and do any flavor.”
Kuniva might be the most discrete member of the D12 group, he is a skilled MC. Kuniva is like the observer of the group. In real life, Kuniva doesn’t like to talk too much. He prefers to observe people’s conversations. His discretion may sometimes be a handicap, as Proof points it out:
Proof: “Kuniva is one of those quiet dudes. He gets overlooked — people don’t realize how incredible he is.”
Kuniva may have been the least experienced of the six emcees, but he has learnt a lot from his fellows:
Bizarre: “He’s like a lyrical surprise guest — like a little cousin. We got Kuniva straight out of the hood. He was the least experienced, but he listens and feeds off us.
Kon Artis and Kuniva’s story is a long story of friendship and loyalty :
“He keeps to himself, but he’s a genius with that pen. I owed it to him. I knew if I kept him under my wing he’d turn into something. . . . and I knew we’d be victims if we didn’t get out. We would have been dead or in jail.”
Like Eminem, Kon Artis is a producer and an emcee with mad beats. His D12 apreciate him for his ability to make such incredible beats. His particular voice also distinguishes him from the other emcees in the group:
Proof: “He’s the musician of the group and an incredible singer — put that in bold letters. He brings a different angle to the production. When Em’s not around, he’s the leader in the studio. To me, his beats are more funk — like some kind of galactic funk.”
Bizarre: “When you listen to Kon Artis beats, it’s like a breath of fresh air. He really challenged us this time, made us go in a different direction.”
MC Bizarre is appreciated by his fellows for his originality and his ill rhymes too:
Kon Artis:’He’s totally left field — brings that edge to the group. He’s off-balance as well.”
Proof: “D12 is about sick MCs and sick things, and he embodies that. He’s the release, the ill mind, the imagination.”
Kuniva: “He’s one of the smartest guys I know. He brings that dark element. He knows how to say the things that make people go, ‘Oh my God, you didn’t just say that.’ ”
Swifty Mc Veigh is the ‘ lyrical terrorist’ who doesn’t hide his sympathy for bomber Timothy Mc Veigh. He drops his grenades on the mic. Thanks to Kuniva, we know that we owe the whole ‘D12 World’ concept and the album cover to him:
Proof: “He’s the industry terrorist, the grenade dropper. But he’s also the balance for D12 — in terms of decision-making, he’s the levelheaded one.”
Kon Artis :”Swift is about unity, the bighearted guy who understands the meaning of group and loyalty.”
Kuniva: “A lot of times he’s the first to rap on a song because he’s
such a fast writer. We’ll write entire songs around Swifty. He came
up with the whole ‘D12 World’ concept — the album cover and
everything.”
No need to make a presentation for the CEO of the D12 group, Eminem. What’s the difference between him and the other D12 members?
He’s white and he’s the ‘lead singer of his band”. Don’t get me wrong. It was sarcasm.
Who could talk better about Marshall Mathers than his long term friends from D12 who are like his family members to him?
His friends describe him as a perfectionnist, a ‘workoholic’ and of course, as the lyrical genius we already know.
Kuniva: “His brain works so fast. He can put rhymes together so fast and it all makes sense. It’s spontaneous — he paints a picture in his head and makes it work. I came up under him and Proof. He’s more laid-back now than when he did ‘The Slim Shady LP.’ But he can’t stay away from the studio. He’s a workaholic. A perfectionist.”
Bizarre: “People don’t understand — he’ll spend three weeks on a single song, adding instruments, adding sounds.”
Proof: “Em is making us grow up. He told us, ‘You got to get your own hands into your own destinies.’ ”
Kon Artis: ‘Em guides the ship, makes sure we don’t lose our focus. How can you not be motivated if you’ve got what he’s got?”
The D12 members know each other very well and they remain our best source of information about the members’ personality and music.

Eminem’s moon has been eclipsed.
http://www.news24.com/News24/Entertainment/Abroad/0,,2-1225-1243_1539230,00.html
MTV plans to edit out a shot of the rapper exposing his rear end to the audience at the 2004 Movie Awards when the show is broadcast on Thursday, a network representative has confirmed.
Eminem, who performed at the Saturday night taping with his group D12, appeared onstage dressed in a long red wig and jeans in a parody of Guns N’ Roses singer Axl Rose.
He repeatedly groped and flashed a studded codpiece in front of the cameras and the thousands of people in the live audience. Toward the end of the performance, he pulled down his trousers and flashed his bare backside at the audience.
Representatives for MTV immediately said on Saturday night that Eminem’s act would be sanitised for broadcast by editing around the stunt.
Eminem’s representatives declined immediate comment.
Eminem also dropped his trousers earlier this year during a performance in Germany, but ever since Janet Jackson’s Super Bowl stunt in which she bared her breast, broadcasters have tried to keep everyone’s clothes