Mr. Porter - 313 lyrics

[Hook] - x2 Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these sk**s you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo, some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime My slick acapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forget a gold digger's succubus My soul's thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke; can't no n***a f** with this I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming We elevated to new heights, premeditated Let it be that I stated They hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it, so I take it That's the reason I'm hated, to represent's my temperament If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impotent, but pimping it And acting like you could rock a show Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but yous a hoe Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming Like nymphomaniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah, I got something for your a** to hate I blast your hate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Buckin' these hoes, I got that sh** down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on, like an appliance Defiance? No, we won't have that You want your sh** to blow up? Well, I'ma stuff some dynamite in your a** crack And blast that sh** to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing but run And you all knew from Meeko, that you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno So stop that bullsh** and flow, yo You need to come with the real sk**s and act like you know [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? You don't know sh** so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your a** forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your f**ing memory It's either them or me, man, k** or be k**ed You will will be sealed Your casket closed, you still will be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his a** sh**ty If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jeru jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite And wouldn't go out with a bang I shout with a slang, simple as ABC's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with ease Dethrone MC's, and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, biters get treated with shots I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks of fellow followers' singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands If they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours, let's see what you got But don't front, and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And f** Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack [Hook]