[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 MCs I eat 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 it, bag it or chop it   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]