[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
  None of these skills you bout to see come free
  So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
  If you ever wanna be one see
    [Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
  None of these skills you bout to see come free
  So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
  If you ever wanna be one see
    [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 just to keep 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 test of greatness
  Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
  So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
  To represent my temperment
  If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant
  But 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 lacerate
  My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
  At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
  I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
  And as for face clutching and touching 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 have that
  You want your shit to blow up?
  Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
  And blast that shit to kingdom come
  Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
  I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about
  And you all knew from Meeko
  That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
  So stop that bullshit and flow
  Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
    [Chorus: Eminem]
  So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
  None of these skills you bout to see come free
  So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
  If you ever wanna be one see
    [Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
  None of these skills you bout 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 know 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 beat the MC
  I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
  I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
  I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
  Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
  I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
  It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
  You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
  My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
  I'll send a rapper back with the crack 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 thing
  You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
  I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
  Skip over the D's and rock the microphone 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 then you could beat it with rocks
  I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
  You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
  fingers
  But you can bring yours let's see what you got
  But don't front and never try to be what you're not
  Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
  And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
    [Chorus: Eye-Kyu]
  So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
  None of these skills you just seen come free
  So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become
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