Rap Poets Lyrics - Eminem

[intro:] 

as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. 

chorus: 

all round and round! 

from the first to the last, it is in the passionate 

clear shit! all my nigger want my.. 

the hip pop is dying out! 

..my rap poem. 

[eminem:] 

there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice 

cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me, 

my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat! 

i can't stand still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep, 

i'm strapped it's known any minute i could snap, 

i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped 

i bully these rappers so bad lyrically 

it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money 

you can't pay me enough for you to play me 

it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady 

my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo 

i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal 

it's no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it 

there's no more humor in it, no more you know 

i'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag 

you need a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass! 

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chorus: 

[jay-z] 

young hov got the game in a frenzy 

twenty million sold all independently, 

so when you mention me 

make sure you got together your 'semblies 

like, "he's the games j.f.kennedy" 

i started out, i ain't have no chimney 

my ma was santa claus, well, at least she pretended to be 

'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct 

i caught her under the christmas tree. 

young hov ain't have no pops 

thank god, man, i had the block 

ya'll hear me though 

you young fucks got the game all wrong 

this is my life, man, this ain't no song! 

you ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house 

in that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out 

and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself 

you american pie, stop feeling yourself! 

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chorus: 

[nas :] 

i woke up early on my born day, i'm twenty years of blessing 

the essence of adolescent leaves my body now i'm fresh in 

my physical frame is celebrated cause i made it 

one quarter through life some god-ly like thing created 

got rhymes 365 days annual plus some 

load up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs from 

my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain 

don't go against the grain simple and plain! 

when i was young at this i used to do my thing hard 

robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards 

dipped to the projects flashin' my quick cash 

and got my first piece of ass smokin' blunts with hash 

now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run with 

is rich or doin years in the hundreds 

i switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow 

that buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto. 

once i stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks 

i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back 

time is illmatic keep static like wool fabric 

pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage! 

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