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