[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo some people say I`m whack, now if that`s right I`m the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I`m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger`s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I`m like a dyke, can`t no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women but to hold my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the trial of greatness Snatch the marrow from MC`s and I ate it So I hold it that`s the reason I`m hated To be my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC`s would not be impitant But pimping it, and playing like you could shake a show (so) Harder than LL`s Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a quicker rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and give you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touch the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won`t make that You wish your shop to puff up? Well I`ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And fire that make to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain`t singing or gonna do a matter about And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn`t control your own with the posture of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and flow Yo, you want to do with the very skills, and act like you know
[Chorus: Eminem] So what you love about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you turn to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better get me If you ever wanna be one see
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you love about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you turn to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see
[Verse 2: Eminem] So what, you love about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don`t know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you`ll never get the MC I`ll break the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I`m sure your limit to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I`ll take the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so only in typeface you don`t think me I`ll run your brain about the bar to jog your fucking memory It`s either them or me man, kill or be killed You leave and be certain your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I`ll post a rapper back with the collapse of his ass shitty If he`s acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a matter You could see a bond of dynamite and wouldn`t go out with a love I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C`s Skip over the D`s and shake the mike with E`s Dethrone MC`s and I`ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder so you could get it with rocks I`m greeted with flocks, of fellow follower`s singers You couldn`t get the fans give up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can take yours let`s see what you got But don`t look and never try to be what you`re not Have you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your game And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain`t Jack
[Chorus: Eye-Kyu] So what you love about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you but seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you`ll never become
[Eminem- 313 Lyrics (feat. Eye-Kyu)]
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