Eminem - Rap Poets lyrics

[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 pa**ionate clear sh**! all my n******g 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 co*kamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady my noodle is co*k-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, a**ume 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 f*g to come and tear a near hole in my a**! 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 f**s 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-a** room, pullin' the cars out and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, k**ing yourself you american pie, stop feeling yourself! 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 j**els and rip they green cards dipped to the projects flashin' my quick cash and got my first piece of a** smokin' blunts with hash now it's all about cash in abundance, n***az i used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds i switched my motto -- instead of sayin f** 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! chorus: