Chorus 2x [eye-kyu & eminem]Now what you know about a sweet mc,
from the 313None of these skills you 'bout to see come
freeSo you wanna be a sweet mc, you gotta become meIf you ever
wanna be one see[eye-kyu]Yo some people say i'm whack, now
if that's rightI'm the freshest whack mc that you ever
heard, in your lifetimeMy slick accapella sounds clever with the
beatsBoy i'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit
the streetsForgot a gold digger's succubus, my souls thick
with ruggednessWith the mic i'm like a dyke, can't no
nigga fuck with thisI got more different strokes than philip
drummoundOn open mic i bone your women just to keep my lyrics
coming (bitch)We elevated to new heights premeditatedLet it be
that i stated they hate it now that they see that i made itThe
escalated can be put to the test of greatnessSnatch the heart
from mc's and i ate itSo i take it that's the reason
i'm hatedTo represent my tempermentIf rap was a dick all
you so called hard mc's would not be impitantBut pimping
it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)Harder than
ll's rock the bells, but you is a ho (now)Everything that
you collaborate i lacerateMy rhymes they keep coming like nympho
maniacs that masturbateAt a faster rate, yeah i got something for
your ass to hateI blasterate, and have you all running master
gatesAnd as for face clutching and touching the flowsI got them
open like marijuana smoke up in your noseBucking these hoes, i
got that shit down to a scienceLeaving them hot and bothered,
turned on like an applianceDefiance, no we won't have
thatYou want your shit to blow up?Well i'ma stuff some
dynamite in your ass crackAnd blast that shit to kingdom
comeThen bring them some of this real hip-hopI drop beats and
you ain't singing or gonna do a thing aboutAnd you all knew
from meekoThat you couldn't hold your own with the strength
of lou forignoSo stop that bullshit and flowYo, you need to come
with the real skills, and act like you knowChorus[eminem]So what,
you know about a sweet mc, in the 313You don't know shit so
when you see one fleeYou can be run-d, you'll never beat
the mcI'll stop the alphabet at s and got it down to a
tI'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet mc crashes the
spotI'll make the roof hot like i was rock master scottYour
ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember meI'll
run your brain around the block to jog your fucking
memoryIt's either them or me man, kill or be killedYou will
and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billedMy
facilities filled with fans, packed to capacityI'll send a
rapper back with the crack of his ass shittyIf he's acting
soft and he cowersHe better come cleaner then jay rue jacking
off when he showersYou flowers got no clout with a thingYou
could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a
bangI showered the slang, simple as a,b,c'sSkip over the
d's and rock the microphone with e'sDethrone mc's
and i'ma max aloneRelax your dome like a solo from a
saxophoneSo facts are known, writers get treated with shocksI
rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocksI'm
greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singersYou
couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they
swallowed their fingersBut you can bring yours let's see
what you gotBut don't front and never try to be what
you're not'cause you can be quick, jump the
candlestick, burn your backAnd fuck jill on a hill, but you
still ain't jackChorus
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