[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 sweet MC, you gotta me If you ever be one see
[Eminem:] Man what you about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a MC, you better become me If you wanna be one see
1: Eye-Kyu] 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 potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's , my souls thick with ruggedness the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip On open mic I bone your women just to my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new premeditated Let it be that I stated they it now that they see that I made it The can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart MC's 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 rock a show (so) than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything you collaborate I lacerate My they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master And as for face clutching and the flows I got them like marijuana smoke up in your nose these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on an appliance Defiance, no we have that You want your to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass And blast that to kingdom come Then bring them some of real hip-hop I drop beats and you singing or gonna do a thing about And you all knew from That you couldn't hold your own with the of Lou Forigno So stop that and flow Yo, you to come with the real skills, and act like you know
[Chorus: So you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of 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 about a sweet MC, from the 313 of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta me If you ever be one see
2: Eminem] So what, you about a sweet MC, in the 313 You know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Scott Your ass forgot, so just in you don't remember me I'll run your around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, to capacity I'll send a rapper back the crack of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he 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 Skip over the D's and rock the microphone E's Dethrone and I'ma max alone Relax dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with I rock a beat then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow 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 and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn back And Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
[Chorus: So what you know about a sweet MC, the 313 of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a MC, you'll never become