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