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