313

**Produtor** | Mr. Potter

"**313**" é uma canção do rapper norte-americano Eminem com a participação de Eye-Kyu. É a quarta canção do seu álbum de estréia *Infinite* (1996). Foi produzido por Mr. Potter.

## Letra

[Hook - Eye-Kyu + Eminem]

Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313

None of these skills 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 a cappella 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 souls thick with ruggedness

With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this

I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound

On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)

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 (so)

 Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)

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 ass 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

Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science

Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance

Defiance, no we won't have that

You want your shit to blow up?

 Well I'mma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack

 And blast that shit 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 about

And you all knew from Meeko

That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno

So stop that bullshit and flow

Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2 - Eminem]

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313

You don't know shit so when you see one flee

You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC

I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T

I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot

I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott

Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me

 I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory

It's either them or me man, kill or be killed

You will'll be sealed your casket closed you still'll be billed

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity

I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty

 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 showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's

 Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's

Dethrone MC's and I'mma max alone

Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone

So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks

I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks

 I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's 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 fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

 [Hook]