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[Hook - Eye-Kyu + Eminem – (COVER Ft. BG)] What you know about a sweet MC, in the cbg None of these skills you about to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna...B one see [Verse 1 – (BG COVER) Yo some people say I'm black, now if that's white I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick a acappella sounds..clever with the b’s Boy I'm the deepest thing since potheads to hit the streets, so forget the golddigger sluts in this im all coverd in with ruggednesss With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no ho fuck with this I got more Different Styles like im german On open mic I bone your wun just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)REELEVATED to high speed meditated Now the b that they stated they hated, but now since they seen that I made it He escalated, can it be to put me out of 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 my temperment And if a rapper was a B-Boy all you so called hard MC's would not be famous For Big pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so) With harder L's ring bells then fuck a ho... (now) Everything that you collaborate I ill-acelerate 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 the film 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 b’s and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing, so run And you all knew from nic yo That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of illuminal grow So stop that bullshit and flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know [Hook] [Verse 2 - BG] So what, you know about a sweet MC born on 31 D You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can meet, then you'll never wanna know another B I'll stop the alphabet at S’sss and forgot I got it down with a T I'm sure your bound to agree, sweet BG crashed a spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rockn 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 big build 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 J-rule 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 Ayy,B’ see's Skip over the B's and rock the microphone with E's Illuminatti MC's I'mma max alone Relax your dome like a mormon solo from a saxophone 2pac’s I know him, writers get treated with shocks I rock a B harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with trace along with grace You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands If they swallowed their fingers But you can ring us, 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 smoke a J’ on a hill, but you still ain't black [Hook]