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shady xv download full album Shady xv download full album. Tracklist: CD1: 01. Eminem – SHADYXV 02. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf – Psychopath Killer (feat. Eminem) 03. Eminem – Die Alone (feat. Kobe) 04. Bad Meets Evil – Vegas 05. Slaughterhouse – Y’all Ready Know 06. Eminem – Guts Over Fear (feat. Sia) 07. Yelawolf – Down 08. D12 – Bane 09. Eminem – Fine Line 10. Skylar Grey, Eminem & Yelawolf – Twisted 11. Eminem – Right For Me 12. Eminem, Royce da 5’9″, Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf & Trick Trick – Detroit Vs. Everybody 13. Yelawolf – Till It’s Gone (Bonus Track) Various - The Shady Bunch album flac. Album · 2013 · 8 Songs. The Dogfight - EP. Roksonix. Let's Do It - Single. PLAY ALL. The Shady Bunch Vol. 2. Released by Shady Nate, Rapbay, Urbanlife Music Jan 2010 23 Tracks. Listen to all songs in high quality & download The Shady Bunch Vol. 2 songs on Gaana. attr("src", $('. de tp. d t img img'). Please disable your ad blocker or, better yet, upgrade to Radio Plus. 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Discover all of this album's music connections, watch videos, listen to music, discuss and download. 2 (2009). Baby Come to Me by Regina Belle (1989). Shady XV. Honoring the 15th anniversary of the label Eminem founded with his manager Paul Rosenberg, Shady XV features one disc of new recordings and one disc of the label's proven hits, all of it wrapped up with chainsaw-and-hockey-mask artwork that represents the label in 2014, not so much its funkified, 50 Cent past. After all, the biggest numbers on the archival second disc include 50 Cent's ode to bottle service "In Da Club," a strip club and frat house regular, plus D12s "Purple Pills," an Insane Clown Posse-ish piece with Eminem and friends in top, albeit silly, form. The other top bangers on disc two are all from Eminem himself, which barely counts unless Shady is merely a vanity label, but the true backstory shows that D12 never became that strong, third label act because key member Proof died, while Slaughterhouse are a veteran supergroup, or in other words, simple, solid fan-boy stuff. The hyperactive, Eminem and Kid Rock hybrid called Yelawolf is the most hockey-mask-and-chainsaw stuff on disc two, but he's better suited for the forward-looking disc one, where his "Down" attacks the speakers with snarl and Southern guitar, as if Eazy-E got his truck all dirty goin' muddin'. The wonderfully weird "Vegas" from Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce Da 5'9) makes one wish the Shady label boss would find more time for the project, but he's already quite stretched behind the scenes, producing or co-producing eight of the cuts on disc one, including Skylar Grey's "Twisted," which isn't hip-hop, but glittery and goth giganto-pop. Great, grand, risky, and clever moments like this make Shady XV the worthy celebratory object that it is, but don't expect a deep roster or a cohesive game plan, because the label has always been more about close friends and family. Come here looking for that, and all-star posse cuts where outsiders like Big Sean and Danny Brown stop by ("Detroit vs. Everybody") feel as big as a Marvel vs. DC crossover, while bonus tidbits, like the demo of "Lose Yourself," are unmissable bits of Shady history. Shady XV. Eminem's music has been unrelievedly awful now for a full decade, though the tenor and quality of that awfulness have varied slightly. Shady XV , ostensibly celebrating 15 years of his label—one disc of new music, another of "greatest hits"—does nothing to change the trend. Eminem's music has been unrelievedly awful now for a full decade. The tenor and quality of that awfulness have varied slightly—2004's Encore was awful in an embarrassed, shrugging, transparent way; Relapse's awfulness lay in its regressive puerility. On Recovery , he discovered a new and commercially successful kind of awful, mixing the ugly viscera of domestic abuse with power-ballad glucose. The awfulness he settled on for last year's endless Marshall Mathers LP 2 seems to be his new default: He's aggressively, thoroughly, eagerly awful, like a sociopathic A-student who thinks he's figured out exactly what you are looking for. In this case, it's snarling syllables and endless vitriol. He has never been working harder, Eminem has observed in interviews; in the sense that he's released a 78-minute album and another disc of new music all in the last year, he's right. But the wearying, dispiriting, and frankly numbing output of his current career phase isn't "work." It's maniacal persistence, of the same sort that leads some douche to text a woman 38 times about the $32k he made in June. Seconds into the 2xCD label compilation Shady XV , which pairs 12 new songs with a disc of "greatest hits," Eminem fires up his rappity-rap sputtering chainsaw, and it never ceases for the spiritually exhausting hour that follows. Even at his peak, his rapping was never melodious, but at his nadir, he has all the musicality of a leaf-blower. The production functions simply, like a stopwatch: It's there to tell him when to start and when to stop, and occasionally a juiced-up power-rock chorus interrupts him. Submitting production to an Eminem album must feel, for a producer, something like a novelist feeding their manuscript into a wood chipper. On the one hand, you are guaranteed unprecedented exposure, and on the other, you are all but ensuring that no one will notice a note of your work. These days, Eminem raps in a near-constant shout, with every line escalating into rage spittle that erases all tension or continuity or emotional impact. In his will to annihilate, he's also abandoned all claims to sense. "Affable guy next door's laughable/ My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms that'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser/ With a motion sensor/ No emotion, hence I guess a sick prick dies hard/ I got a Magic Johnson," he babbles on "Shady XV". He then goes onto say "I'll slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster" and adds something about "Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson (grr) animal snarls." There's nothing here to be impressed by. Or observe this string of logorrhea from "Right For Me": "Roses are violet, mollys are blue, lost in a ball of confusion it's all an illusion/ It's probably the shrooms I'm on, cuz I think I started hallucinating/ Cuz I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit/ And all I could do was just follow the music and end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza filling water balloons with nail polish remover." Could you even read all that without your eyes glazing over? Mathers' great talent—his 180-degree ear for how everything can be made to rhyme with everything else, how chains of these rhyming lines can be erected into dizzying towers—has officially devolved into a tic. His verses denature all sense of pronunciation and meter and natural speech rhythm; you could probably read this review as one long Eminem verse. The glimmers of self-awareness that pop up here and there are the passing thoughts of a superstar, bobbing bottles of insight in an ocean of gibberish. "A martyr on a private charter/ Whose life could be harder?" he sneers at himself on "Shady XV". On "Fine Line", he wonders "Is it really my soul to keep, or have I sold it cheap?" Occasionally he buries a confession in plain sight, as on "Fine Line": "Sometimes I just wanna walk into Target and look at shit, browse, I don't even wanna buy nothing, I just wanna fuckin' wanna walk around inside it/ Look how excited I sound when I get to talking about life and everything about it I miss." There's nothing artful or even interesting about that phrasing, or the way he tortures and twists the vowels so they rhyme ("sometimes" finds its way mashed up against "I don't", which is forced to then rhyme with "I just", "inside it", "excited I sound" and "I miss", a mess of nonsensical emphases), but the feeling is legible, an isolation and a prevailing sense of unworthiness that has always lingered beneath Mathers' hateful snarl. The greatest-hits disc is a misnomer: It's mostly a grab-bag of Shady throwaways and deep cuts.