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Marshall Mathers de Eminem

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The Vinyl LPs

10 de agosto de 2024

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La canción "Marshall Mathers" de Eminem, lanzada en el año 2000 como parte de su álbum "The Vinyl LPs", ofrece una ventana intensa y provocadora a la psique del artista. En ella, Eminem utiliza su alter ego para explorar las contradicciones que surgen con la fama, así como las relaciones complicadas que mantiene tanto con su familia como con sus críticos. A lo largo de la letra, el protagonista se posiciona como un individuo común atrapado en un torbellino de atención mediática y presión social.

Desde el inicio de la canción, Eminem establece un tono desafiante al expresar su incredulidad sobre cómo ha pasado de ser un desconocido a convertirse en objeto de admiración y críticas. La línea "Now everybody wants to come around / Like I owe 'em somethin'" refleja su frustración ante aquellos que, tras alcanzar el estrellato, intentan reclamar un lugar en su vida. Esta idea resuena profundamente con cualquier persona que haya sentido el peso de las expectativas ajenas o los juicios por éxitos alcanzados.

A lo largo del tema, Eminem aborda la hipocresía de la industria musical y critica a otros artistas pop que considera superficiales: "All I see is sissies in magazines smilin’". Aquí demuestra una especie de resistencia hacia lo que él percibe como una decadencia en la autenticidad artística en comparación con sus propias raíces. Además, al referirse a rivales surgidos tras su éxito, evidencia no solo la inseguridad sino también el agotamiento emocional derivado del constante escrutinio al que es sometido.

La tensión entre su identidad pública y privada es palpable cuando menciona aspectos dolorosos de su vida personal: demandas familiares y adicciones pasadas. Este detalle añade una dimensión humana al personaje central; aunque está envuelto en polémica y confrontaciones con otras figuras públicas —como se observa al citar a Vanilla Ice— también es alguien con experiencias vividas que le han moldeado. Destaca la ironía detrás del hecho de que ahora sea visto con más respeto por personas que antes le menospreciaban.

El tono emocional va ascendiendo hasta llegar a un clímax donde el protagonista se siente asediado no solo por sus detractores sino también por aquellos querrían beneficiarse de su fama. Al final, repetidamente reafirma quién es: “'Cause I'm just Marshall / Mathers". Este insistente recordatorio subraya un deseo ferviente por mantener una conexión con sus raíces mientras navega aguas turbulentas llenas de traiciones y falsas amistades.

A nivel musical, Eminem complementa el contenido lirical cargado emocionalmente con ritmos agresivos característicos del hip-hop puro de esa época. Esta fusión crea una experiencia auditiva cruda e impactante; uno casi puede sentir el resentimiento palpitar mientras escucha cada verso.

En contextos culturales más amplios durante los años 2000, esta canción refleja debates más amplios sobre identidad y autenticidad dentro del mundo del entretenimiento. Eminem se convierte aquí no solo en portavoz para aquellos luchando contra adversidades personales o profesionales, sino también en crítico mordaz del sistema mismo que lo eleva.

En conclusión, "Marshall Mathers" es mucho más que una simple declaración acerca del ascenso a la fama; es una reflexión profunda sobre lo efímero del reconocimiento público frente a los desafíos incesantes derivados tanto del éxito como del interés superficial ajeno. Con esto logra capturar audiencias no solamente por sus habilidades líricas sorprendentes sino también por ofrecer una mirada sincera hacia el coste emocional oculto detrás triunfos deslumbrantes.

Interpretación del significado de la letra realizada con IA.

You know, I just don't get it
Last year, I was nobody
This year, I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me
Ten-million dollars?
Get the fuck outta here

You see, I'm just Marshall
Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the
Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
Take shots at me (Take shots at me)

Yo
You might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' (Ruff ruff)
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Rémy Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?

New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick
Boy, girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it (Hahaha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer (Hehe)
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Aks 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (Ah!)
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots

'Cause I'm just Marshall
Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out
If you talk about me (Talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes
Doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot
At me (Best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three-sixty
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter, **** ******** **** ******'* * faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey, it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)
And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help, uh, here
"XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall
Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the
Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
Take shots at me (Take shots at me)
Because I'm just Marshall
Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the
Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
Take shots at me (Take shots at me)

Letra traducida a Español

Traducción de la letra realizada con IA.

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