[Eminem]

There's not much you could do or say to phase me

People think I'm a little bit crazy

I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll

Have to step in every once in a while to save me

To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things

Sometimes I forget what other people just may think

A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me

If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me

I maybe a little too fast paced and racy

Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times

cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing

And I could give a fuck what category you place me

Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone

As long as you place me amongst one of them greats

When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z

For every single die hard fan who embraced me

I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me

And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me

In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me

It only made me what I am today, see

Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me

You ain't gonna make or break me

Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G

You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening

Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me

And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me

You had all this time to think about it

Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me

Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day

That we finally meet in the same place to see







[Chorus x2] [Nate Dogg]

No matter how many battles I been in and won

No matter how many magazines on my nuts

No matter how many emcees I end up

Ooh ooh, it's never enough



[50 Cent]

My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it

Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics

You go say the wrong shit and get your face split

The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it

The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit

Graze it, your peace talk, save it

You shit sounds dated, you're overrated

I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers

If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse

Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?

I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it

To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic

My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it

Chew it or pop it, roll a bag of the chocolate

Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it

When it's hot, it's hot

Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it



[Chorus x2]