[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta me If you wanna 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 wanna be one see
1: Eye-Kyu] Yo people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the Boy I'm the deepest since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with I got more Different Strokes than Philip On open mic I bone your just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights Let it be that I stated they 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 reason I'm To my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's not be impitant But pimping it, and like you could 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, I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all master gates And as for face clutching and the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your Bucking hoes, I got that shit down to a science them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have You want your shit to up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass And that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real I drop beats and you ain't singing or do a thing about And you all knew from That you hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and Yo, you to come with the real skills, and act like you know
[Chorus: So what you know about a MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come So you be a sweet MC, you better become me If you wanna be one see
Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these 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 know about a MC, in the 313 You don't 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 MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't me I'll run your around the block to jog your fucking memory It's them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be My facilities with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back the crack 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 date 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 with E's MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated shocks I rock a beat harder then you could it with rocks I'm with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if swallowed their But you can yours let's see what you got But front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't
[Chorus: So what you know about a MC, from the 313 None of these skills you seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll become