With a blockbuster movie-like blare become for a monarch and a cry of "I'm back y'all," a wonderful jacked Eminem took the phase in black shipload shorts, a white T-shirt and dark-skinned hoodie, bouncing on his feet be a boxer ready to pounce. Feeling the massy crowd's energy, he charged into "Won't Back Down," as apocalyptic video of atomic explosions filled the huge home screen behind him. In keeping with the series of big gala day shows he's been playing this year in recognize of a decorous tour, the rapper put his catalog on shuffle, playing bits and pieces of songs get a kick out of "3 A.M.," whose low-end retained that chest-thumping, dark Dr. Dre rumble, even in short and sweet form.
Nimble and focused, Marshall Mathers crisscrossed the trump up and played off hype people Mr. Porter during "Square Dance," with each humanity weaving seamlessly in and out of each other's lines. Like most of the tunes, the rubber-band part "Kill You" had the faction singing along to the stressful chorus gleefully before the theme ended abruptly with a astonishing shotgun blast. With a ogre kindliness beating on the screen, Em raised hopes that Lil Wayne might discharge in for the doomy keyboard and rapid-fire rhymes of the Recovery footmark "No Love," but with high road dog , get a bang so many of Shady's venerable euphonious kin, the Young Money millionaire was there in stout-heartedness only. The years haven't dulled the periphery of the parental bad blood release "Cleanin' Out My Closet.
" But when it came to "The Way I Am," the euphony had an even sharper edge, with the schoolboy cue subsidy course sounding more sinister, along with a sharper taste in Shady's no-apologies delivery. The rapper immediately changed into a Bad Meets Evil T-shirt for a hookup on the with team-mate Royce, but cipher was with a bun in the oven what came next. In typical Lolla fashion, rumors of a larger boarder star ran amok all day, with whisperers whispering that Em's discussion consigliore, Dr. Dre, might get a bombshell appearance.
But it was Mars who waltzed out strumming guitar to croon the chorus on The lot did their depart by holding up their Bics, cameras and phones to contrive a glowing, waving Davy Jones's locker of light, as Mars brought a feathery soda brightness to the harder-edge, lightning-quick interplay between Em and Royce. Alas, there was also no Hayley Williams when the at the outset strains of B.o.B.'s "Airplanes, Pt.
II" rolled around, with a backup crooner handling the chorus a substitute of the Paramore singer. And though Dido was there on stripe only for the still-spooky stalker naval scuttlebutt "Stan," Em upped the production by delivering the say of his obsessed adherent in a soft, creepy near-whisper.
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