[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 Drezy`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 probably wouldn`t know how to take me
If they heard some shit I layed to tape `fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and racy
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me
twenty times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem
like I`m going too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you place me
Long as when I`m pushin up daisies and gone
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
When I the heavenly gates, I`d be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single die-hard fan who embrace 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, far as she raised me
in a neighborhood daily that 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
Tryin to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake G
You`re only gonna be in for a rude awakening
Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me
And when you face me with all the shit you`ve been savin
to say to me, you had all this time to think about it
Now don`t pussy out, and try to about face me
Cause I`ve been patiently waitin for the day
that we finally meet, in the same place to see
[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC`s I eat up
Ohhhh, 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 gon`, say the wrong shit and get your whole face split
The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it
Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated
You`re over-rated, I`m obli-gated, to
study your moves then crush you motherfuckers
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 shit
To be specific I go ballistic it`s hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you ain`t gotta sniff it
Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it
It get you high over and over but you gotta cop it
When it`s hot it`s hot, your hatin is undeniable, stop it
[Chorus]
