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