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Eminem - 313
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Текст песни: 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
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
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
Forget a gold digger's succubus, my soul's thick with ruggedness
With the mic, I'm like a dyke, can't no **** fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your woman 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's my temperment
If rap was a dick, all you so-called hard MC's would now be impotent
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 nymphomaniacs 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 get-go
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
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
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
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 be the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crashed 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'll be billed
My facility's 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
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313?
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never better become me
So you ain't never gonna be one, see
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313?
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never better become me
So you ain't never gonna be one, see
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
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
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
Forget a gold digger's succubus, my soul's thick with ruggedness
With the mic, I'm like a dyke, can't no **** fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your woman 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's my temperment
If rap was a dick, all you so-called hard MC's would now be impotent
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 nymphomaniacs 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 get-go
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
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
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
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 be the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crashed 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'll be billed
My facility's 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
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313?
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never better become me
So you ain't never gonna be one, see
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313?
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never better become me
So you ain't never gonna be one, see
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