[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you to see come free So you wanna be a MC, you gotta become me If you wanna be one see
Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you to see come free So you be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever be one see
[Verse 1: Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's I'm the freshest MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the Boy I'm the thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my coming (bitch) We elevated to new premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I it The escalated can be put to the test of 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 hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you rock a show (so) Harder than Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that At a faster rate, yeah I got for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running gates And as for clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in nose Bucking hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving hot and bothered, turned 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 shit to kingdom come Then bring them 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 hold your own 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 of these skills you bout 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 sweet MC, the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come So you wanna be the MC, you gotta become me If you wanna be one see
2: Eminem] So what, you about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, never 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 I'll make the 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 block to jog your memory either 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 rapper back with the of his ass shitty If acting soft and he cowers 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 microphone E's MC's and I'ma max alone Relax dome like a solo from a saxophone So are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they their But you can bring let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what not Cause you can be quick, the candlestick, burn your back And fuck on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
Eye-Kyu] So what you know about a sweet MC, the 313 None of these skills you just seen come So you wanna be a sweet MC, never become