[Eminem]. There's not much you could do or say to phase me. People think I'm a little bit crazy. I get it from all angles even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll. Have to step in every once in a while to save me. To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things. Sometimes I forget what other people just may think. A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me. If they heard some shit I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me. I maybe a little too fast paced and racy. Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times. 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem. like I'm goin' too fast 'cause my mind is racing. And I could give a fuck what category you place me. Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone. As long as you place me amongst one of them greats. When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z. For every single die hard fan who embraced me. I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me. And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me. Believe it or not I thank my mom for how she raised me. In the neighborhood daily they jumped and chased me. It only made me what I am today see. Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me. You ain't gonna make or break me. Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake G. You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening. 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me. And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me. You had all this time to think about it. Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out face me. 'Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day. That we finally meet in the same place to see. Chorus [Nate Dogg]. No matter how many battles I've been in and won. No matter how many magazines on my nuts. No matter how many Mc's I've end up. Ohh it's never enough. No matter how many battles I've been in and won. No matter how many magazines on my nuts. No matter how many Mc's I eat up. Ohh ohh it's never enough. [50 Cent]. My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it (Uh oh). It gets worse when I go back to the basics. You go say the wrong shit and get your face split. The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it. The spot my talk it blaze a direct hit. Graze it your peace talk save it. Your shit sounds dated you're overrated. I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers. If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a curse. Soldier trained to destroy you payin' attention boy?. I spit shit slick shit so quick you miss it. To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic. My music is a drug press play you ain't gotta sniff it. Chew it or pop it roll a bag of the chocolate. Get your high over and over but you gotta cop it. When it's hot it's hot. Your hatin' is undeniable stop it. Chorus