Eminem, Big Tigger, Slaughterhouse - Em360 Rapcity Backroom Freestyle lyrics

Yea Ya'll know what it is
Rap City presents Em360
Slaughterhouse, Eminem, Big Tigg, Just Blaze!
On the 1s and 2s, oh oh

Yo Tigg, get in the not booth
And spit the truth, to the young youth

Aight, ay
Amex don't leave home without your cards
But this Hip Hop
So don't leave home without your bars
And for some of these rap stars
That's just too bad
Cause you can't bring out them bars
That you ain't never had
It's Eminem and Slaughterhouse
Yeah you know we the truth
And ohh the game is out of order
Since we closed the booth
Yes indeed original
Beats the replacement cause
The back room will never be
What the basement was

I'm the realest mo'fucker that I know
Wasn't always the case guess the
Figure had to grow
I do it for the love I don't
Do it for the dough
But I know these sucker figures will so
They keep me on my toes
What's sad is I couldn't tell
You what I'm hated for
And them painkillers didn't murder the
Pain they gave me more
These fans on my head now they
Say they want the old Joe
I grew up mature y'all can't see
That this the old Joe want to see me lose
Every battle of depression
No matter what it do to me
No matter my regression
They want to see me fall
Want to ruin my regiment from the start
Want to cut the beat off soon as
I let em in my heart
I'd be the first to admit it
Lost focus for a while
Sendin' unsolicited dick pics to
Dimwitted thick chicks
Was so high I lost track of my ways
Then I fell in love with a baby
And got mad at her age
The way she act and behave
Was it an act or a phase
How you trife when I gave you life
You was lacking in wage
You don't want say "Hi!" or speak to me
Bet you makin 200 dollars by weekly
Try to help the world out
Bring some reparation
And forget being humble in
A state of desperation
Ain't gotta ask what to
Help with no hesitation
And for me to deal with it
I might need some meditation
I love you but it's best we stay apart
Segregation and to cope with the feeling
I might need some medication
Trust me I don't never want to
See that side of Joe
It would kill us all slow
One reason I'm the realest
Mother-mother I know

Its Nickle
Riding round in that Maserati four seat
Symbol on the grill looking
Like Tony Stark's goatee
Best rapper alive and you know me
The most distinguished shooter that's
Coming up out of the D since Joe D
I take mines at lead point
At the risk of having to shave my garlic
Clove in a razor inside a fed joint
Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died
Only fear I have is "world star"
Being yelled from my blind side
Don't get me wrong it ain't like
I ain't never lost a fight
But these days I'm more
Like a lyrical artiste
I'm outlining everybody in chalk white
The off-beat deceased version of Dr narcisse
This ain't blueprint, your idolizing
You tryna jump fast that's foolish
Of you in my
Drunk past and handing me my pilot's license
That's plain stupid, your boy's a star
Sitting in that drop top fish
Bowl and the doors ajar
It's ironic I remember when I
Couldn't afford a car
And now it's back and forth
The black one or white one
I call 'em Macklemore
And Lord Jamar, first we defyin' the odds
We not a group
We more like a circular firing squad
This not a booth
This is our house and we won't stop
We killed the cypher two times already
What you gon' give us an award
But we won't stop for
Shutting down the internet
Now tell ya momma hi
And tell Rihanna we ain't finished yet

When we step in that booth
That's when the flame enters
Best spit, make any set trip
Yeah it's the gang members
Waving that shady flag, navy jag
Matching the yank' fit, with
The polo brief showing, due to the lazy sag
I'm in a crazy kind of place
I got this thing right on my waist that'll
Leave tears on your baby mommas face
So chill, I'm in a crazy kind of place
I got this thing below my waist
That'll leave kids on your baby mommas face
For real
The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules
Your cap just started snapping
My starter caps was snapping
When cross color was cracking
And my cane was half full
With the half moon park
Hope you rap dudes smart
Don't piss me off like the bathroom mop
You don't want it with me
If I'm throwing hooks at you
That don't mean the chorus for free
So save your jabs it's way better
If I start throwing jabs I'm talking
Zabs first three round against Mayweather
Yeah I'm a crook from the brook
That mastered how niggas
Shook turned notebook
Broke cook, I'm so dope look
Bring the beat back with no hook just bars
Just a thing of ours that
Make their pants drop
Make em open up their bras
Move g-strings like guitars, that's nothing
That's something light
Like Riesling at the bar y-A-O W-A
If y'all ain't saying Yaowa by now
You got nothing to say this like NWO vs NWA
Y'all like the rockers versus the ROC
Full of nothing but Jays
Check the rocks it's nothing fugaz'
But don't get stupid my Cooper clique will
Throw shots for a couple of days
Make it horny when we out, Amityville horror
Y'all don't want it with the house

Slaughter season, y'all the reason
Real dudes I'm bringing some more in
Like a Polynesian
Sick with the llama squeezing
Bullets flew and the chopper sneezing
Got your body and legs torn
But before you was airborne
You was bob and weaving still getting
Hit till your nos' is weezing
They set you deep in your coffin sleeping
I'm gone off the deep end, I'm a wolf
This industry my sheep skin
I'm out here hunting with my ink pen
I'm living like a kingpin
Doing it for my g's in the pen
Dreaming about two-piecing a
Police chief's chin
You rappers something candy coated
I don't like suckers
I'm Iron Mike, I don't like Busters
You looking for em' fly dudes
Like Orville and Wilbur
You got the Wright brothers
No bright jeans, no bright colors
I'm the second coming
The one that Pac predicted
Islamic, Gnostic and Christian
The flow so godly you got to listen
I backed you in a dodge a minute
Like MC Eiht in a LA hat
These rappers straight tryna dodge a menace
I'm looking at your videos
Look like your watching tennis
Brothers dressed like Maria Sharapova
Wearing yoga pants
Meanwhile Big Poppa was rocking linens
I guess that era's over man, hold on
I'm splitting atoms when the scientific
Spitting is getting at em'
I give em' different patterns
They didn't fathom, they stealing my styles
Before me you didn't have em'
You rappers made in my image like
When God was inventing Adam
Stab em in the abdomen when it's crunch time
I truly flip like Mayweather pissed
Of at a movie script too many punchlines
Family I'm amongst mine
I keep the peace like a monks mind
357 fade your favorite barber
Leave you in an old bush
Like an unshaven Barbara
Don't stop what we doing
When you see LA your team will be ruined
This game need a new villain, I'm the
Kind to murder you on vine, ooh kill em'

Ladies and gentlemen
Now introducing the man, the myth, the legend
Mister Marshall Mathers AKA
(chicka chicka) Slim Shady

Ayo, can we cut this beat off?
I might need to do this acapella, yo
Role model? I'll roll a model down a hill
Over broke bottles of Coke products
If she don't swallow, and tie
Her to the bumper, hit the throttle
While I'm tryna hit the potholes
I'll freaking take Madonna to McDonalds
Any ho'll end up horizontal gettin'
Fondled, I don't cuddle, i don't coddle
Only motto that I follow's
Everything I drive
Whether it's a Navajo or a Tahoe
It's got a ho in it
Nah, ho, I don't got no freaking bronco
You looking for a buck, get a horse
Fuck Tonto
I got a rusty Hondo with some bondo
And a box of condoms, little blond ho
Fuck me? Fuck you too
Like I'm at Bonnaroo booing Bono
And I ain't from this planet so nanu, nana
Nanu i'm intolerable, too volatile, screw it
I don't gotta make the honor roll
To be on a roll i don't know much
What I do know I do it pronto though
So knock it off, all these knock-off-me's
The last thing the world needs is another me
But if you think this is part two to Recovery
Or "Love the Way You Lie" part twelve
Or something heart felt
You 'bout to make a discovery
Like you found Christopher Columbus' compass
Ain't dumbing shit down for
You dumb motherfuckers, so suck it
I took your best punchline like
A punch in the stomach
That punctured a lung, punk
And I'm still functioning from it chump
It was nothing
Now watch while I fuckin' one up
It and toot my own horn
Once I think of something to trump it
And I don't need a fucking
Instrument to sound off
Like the trunk of an elephant the triumphant
Return of the ether spitting retard, reborn
But chances of you having another re-birth
Slim to none
Like a skinny Mother Teresa, give
A fuck if it's Easter, so kiss my keister
'Cause that's the only thing I'll
Turn the other cheek for