Eminem, Omar Benson Miller, Mekhi Phifer, Obie Trice, Njeri Earth - 8 Mile: 313 Cypher lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Eminem, Omar Benson Miller, Mekhi Phifer, Obie Trice, Njeri Earth - 8 Mile: 313 Cypher lyrics]
My voice to spit the fiery frame
Try and refrain, dying in vain
Soon as I'm replyin' your name
I be the nigga in the Shelter
Who be eyein' your chain
Yo, yo
313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance
My rhymes sentences'll put an end
To your existence with
The rigorousness, niggas, I'm
Serious, delirious, cause
A curious pause the fury calls from my jaws
From devourin' y'all raw
Woo, okay, okay 313rd, we in the house you
Know what I mean, finest yo DJ Iz
Lemme get that beat, baby gimme that beat
Come on, come on uh, uh, uh, uh
You forced to listen to the individual
The metaphysical
The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual
Syllables they sound complex to you
Lines perplexin' you
With words that could put a hex on you
Snap that neck on you murder you, boil you
We keep a white boy or two
Let my man grab the mic
You see how Bunny Rabbit do
Come on, man come on, man
Kick that shit, baby, come on come on, man
Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh
Uh alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz
Come on, baby alright, look yo, yo
Your style is generic, mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid
My technique's bizarre and ill
I scar and kill
You were a star until I served
You like a bar and grill
As I proceed to cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me like I look familiar
You wanna battle? You beat around the bush
Like you're scared to lick pussy
So you eat around the tush
I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully wait a minute
I don’t think you understand fully
See me without a style's like
Mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school
You're a Busta without the rhymes
I crush the shit out your line
Now I'm the Rashiki, smokin' the lick-licky
Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki
Girl, when you see me, you better believe me
This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy
Anything goes when it comes to hoes
I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows
You better ask someone if you don't know
When you see me, girl, say "What up, though?
Ten freaky girls ten, ten, ten freaky girls
Try and refrain, dying in vain
Soon as I'm replyin' your name
I be the nigga in the Shelter
Who be eyein' your chain
Yo, yo
313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance
My rhymes sentences'll put an end
To your existence with
The rigorousness, niggas, I'm
Serious, delirious, cause
A curious pause the fury calls from my jaws
From devourin' y'all raw
Woo, okay, okay 313rd, we in the house you
Know what I mean, finest yo DJ Iz
Lemme get that beat, baby gimme that beat
Come on, come on uh, uh, uh, uh
You forced to listen to the individual
The metaphysical
The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual
Syllables they sound complex to you
Lines perplexin' you
With words that could put a hex on you
Snap that neck on you murder you, boil you
We keep a white boy or two
Let my man grab the mic
You see how Bunny Rabbit do
Come on, man come on, man
Kick that shit, baby, come on come on, man
Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh
Uh alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz
Come on, baby alright, look yo, yo
Your style is generic, mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid
My technique's bizarre and ill
I scar and kill
You were a star until I served
You like a bar and grill
As I proceed to cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me like I look familiar
You wanna battle? You beat around the bush
Like you're scared to lick pussy
So you eat around the tush
I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully wait a minute
I don’t think you understand fully
See me without a style's like
Mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school
You're a Busta without the rhymes
I crush the shit out your line
Now I'm the Rashiki, smokin' the lick-licky
Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki
Girl, when you see me, you better believe me
This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy
Anything goes when it comes to hoes
I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows
You better ask someone if you don't know
When you see me, girl, say "What up, though?
Ten freaky girls ten, ten, ten freaky girls