[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a MC, from the 313 None of these skills you to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta me If you ever be one see
[Eminem:] Man what you about a sweet MC, in the 313 of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a MC, you better become me If you wanna be one see
[Verse 1: Yo people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in lifetime My slick accapella clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing potholes to ever hit the streets a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, no nigga fuck with this I got more Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics (bitch) We elevated to new premeditated Let it be that I stated hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of Snatch the heart MC's and I ate it So I take it the reason I'm hated To represent my If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's not be impitant But pimping it, and acting you could rock a show (so) Harder than LL's the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got for your ass to hate I blasterate, and you all running master gates And as for face and touching the flows I got open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on an appliance Defiance, no we won't that You want your to blow up? Well stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to come Then them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing And you all knew from That you couldn't your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and Yo, you to come with the real skills, and act like you know
Eminem] So you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better me If you ever be one see
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come So you wanna be the sweet MC, you become me If you ever be one see
[Verse 2: So what, you know about a MC, in the 313 You don't know shit so you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the I'll the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't me I'll run your brain the block to jog your fucking memory It's either or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still be billed My facilities with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he He better come then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a You could a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the with E's Dethrone and I'ma max alone Relax your like a solo from a saxophone So are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder you could beat it with rocks I'm with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed But you can bring yours let's see you got But don't front and never try to be you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, your back And Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
[Chorus: So what you know a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you seen come free So you be a sweet MC, you'll never become