Eminem, Kuniva - Hip Hop Shop Rap Battle lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Eminem, Kuniva - Hip Hop Shop Rap Battle lyrics]
Check my vocals
Cause you know what I'm about
It's best to play like OJ
Simpson and just stab out
Why did you enter, you didn't comprehend
See, this is a battle for MCs
Who think they might win
But fuck the battle
Let's take it to the streets
Cause you a pussy
Oh well, if you are what you eat now, you
Wrong, and all this shit gonna be blew out
Claimin' you jumped
Nigga, you come in this bitch
You talk more shit than Reggie Miller
Never spent nothing more, nothing less
The first single you drop is
"I Wanna Be Fresh"
Aight, look! Any rapper saying
Those kind of rhymes
In this day and age, in this period of time
Tryin' to battle Eminem is
Worse than David Starr
Tryin' to battle Proof, Eye Kyu
B-Flat and Bizarre
That's why you beg to differ me
You ain't got no style
Plus you lack delivery
Not to brag, I don't mean to boast
Look, my face is pale
But, you look like you seen a ghost
You're that bitch
You couldn't slip into the zone
If I put banana peels
Around this fuckin' microphone
Go get a bull dozer, start from bottom to top
And tear this building down
‘Cause that's the only way
You're wrecking shop
Cause you know what I'm about
It's best to play like OJ
Simpson and just stab out
Why did you enter, you didn't comprehend
See, this is a battle for MCs
Who think they might win
But fuck the battle
Let's take it to the streets
Cause you a pussy
Oh well, if you are what you eat now, you
Wrong, and all this shit gonna be blew out
Claimin' you jumped
Nigga, you come in this bitch
You talk more shit than Reggie Miller
Never spent nothing more, nothing less
The first single you drop is
"I Wanna Be Fresh"
Aight, look! Any rapper saying
Those kind of rhymes
In this day and age, in this period of time
Tryin' to battle Eminem is
Worse than David Starr
Tryin' to battle Proof, Eye Kyu
B-Flat and Bizarre
That's why you beg to differ me
You ain't got no style
Plus you lack delivery
Not to brag, I don't mean to boast
Look, my face is pale
But, you look like you seen a ghost
You're that bitch
You couldn't slip into the zone
If I put banana peels
Around this fuckin' microphone
Go get a bull dozer, start from bottom to top
And tear this building down
‘Cause that's the only way
You're wrecking shop