[Eye-Kyu:] Now you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these you bout to see come free So you be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever be one see
[Eminem:] Man what you know about a MC, in the 313 of these skills you bout 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 right I'm the freshest MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since 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 Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights Let it be that I stated they hate it now they see that I made 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 called hard would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a (so) Harder LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I 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 master gates And as for face and touching the flows I got them like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an Defiance, no we have that You want your to blow up? Well I'ma some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom Then bring some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't or gonna do a thing about And you all knew Meeko 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
[Chorus: So you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these you bout to see come free So you be a sweet MC, you better become me If you wanna be one see
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta me If you ever be one see
[Verse 2: So what, you about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know shit so when you see one You can be Run-D, never beat the MC stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Your ass forgot, so just in case you remember me I'll run your brain around the to jog your fucking 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, to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the of his ass shitty If he's acting and he cowers He better cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a You could date a stick of and wouldn't go out with a bang I the slang, simple as A,B,C's over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and max alone your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get with shocks I rock a beat harder you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of follower's singers You couldn't make the throw up their hands if they swallowed their But you can bring yours let's see you got But don't and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still Jack
Eye-Kyu] So you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you seen come free So you be a sweet MC, you'll never become