[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 Drezy´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 probably wouldn´t know how to take me
If they heard some shit I layed to tape ´fore they erase me
I may be 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 going too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you place me
Long as when I´m pushin up daisies and gone
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
When I the heavenly gates, I´d be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single die-hard fan who embrace 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, far as she raised me
in a neighborhood daily that 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
Tryin to strip me of my credibility or 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 savin
to say to me, you had all this time to think about it
Now don´t pussy out, and try to about face me
Cause I´ve been patiently waitin for the day
that we finally meet, in the same place to see

{Refrain: x2}
[Nate Dogg]:
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC´s I eat up
Ohhhh, 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 gon´, say the wrong shit and get your whole face split
The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it
Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated
You´re over-rated, I´m obli-gated, to
study your moves then crush you motherfuckers
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 shit
To be specific I go ballistic it´s hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you ain´t gotta sniff it
Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it
It get you high over and over but you gotta cop it
When it´s hot it´s hot, your hatin is undeniable, stop it

{au Refrain}