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"313" is a track by Eminem, from the album Infinite, released 12th November 1996. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Eminem.
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[Chorus: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] 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're 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC? You better become me If you ever wanna be one, see? [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo, some people say I'm wack, now if that's right I'm the freshest wack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime My slick a cappella sounds clever with the beats Boy, I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the street Forget a gold digger's succubus My soul's thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more different strokes than Phillip Drummond On open mic I bone your woman just to keep my lyrics comin' (Bitch!) We elevated to new heights, premeditated Let it be that I stated, they hate it Now that they see that I made it He escalated, can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MCs and I ate it So I take it, that's the reason I'm hated To represent's my temperament If rap was a dick, all you so-called hard MCs would not be impotent, but pimpin' it And actin' like you could rock a show (So?) Harder than LL's "Rock the Bells" and you's a ho Now, everything that you collaborate I lacerate My lines they keep comin' like nymphomaniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got somethin' for your ass to hate I blast your hate and have you all runnin' past the gates And as for face clutchin' and touchin' the flows I got 'em open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Buckin' these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leavin' 'em 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 'em some of this real hip-hop I'll drop beats and you ain't singin' and I do my thing and run And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno So stop that bullshit flow Yo, you need to come with them real skills and act like you know [Chorus: Eminem & Eye-Kyu] 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 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? [Verse 2: Eminem] Look, 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 stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot I 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 fuckin' memory It's either them or me, man, kill or be killed Your will'll be sealed, your casket closed, you still'd be billed My facility's filled with fans packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty (Ha) If he's actin' soft and he cowers He better come cleaner than Jeru jackin' 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 shout with a slang simple as ABCs Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with ease Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone Relax your dome, like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, biters get treated with shots I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks of fellow followers' 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 [Chorus: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] 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 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 become me So you ain't never gonna be one, see?
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