[Eminem]
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There's not much you could do or say to phase me
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People think I'm a little bit crazy
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I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll
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Have to step in every once in a while to save me
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To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
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Sometimes I forget what other people just may think
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A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me
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If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me
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I maybe a little too fast paced and racy
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Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
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cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing
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And I could give a fuck what category you place me
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Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone
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As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
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When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z
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For every single die hard fan who embraced me
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I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me
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And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me
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Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me
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In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me
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It only made me what I am today, see
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Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me
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You ain't gonna make or break me
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Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G
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You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening
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Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me
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And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me
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You had all this time to think about it
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Now don't pussy out and try to about face me
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Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day
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That we finally meet in the same place to see
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[Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg]
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No matter how many battles I been in and won
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No matter how many magazines on my nuts
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No matter how many MC's I eat up
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Ooh ooh, it's never enough
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[50 Cent]
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My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it
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Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
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You go say the wrong shit and get your face split
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The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it
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I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit
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Graze it, your peace talk, save it
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You shit sounds dated, you're overrated
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I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers
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If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse
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Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
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I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it
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To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic
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My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it
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Chew it or pop it, roll a bag or chop it
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Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it
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When it's hot, it's hot
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Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
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[Chorus x2]
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Never Enough
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| Eminem |
