[Chorus 1: Eminem, Royce da 5'9"]
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC, that's all I want
The same time bein' as real as can be
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura, G Rap
Ras Kass, Kurupt, Redman
I am cut from that cloth, write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, "I'm Bad" video, learned the whole
Routine and performed it for my father's friends while they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history, but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost, we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I'm tryna be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, lookin' up at the sky, at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listenin' to hip-hop, you in Jay' house, Wayne' house
Nas' house, Em' house, our house
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC, that's all I want
The same time bein' as real as can be
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura, G Rap
Ras Kass, Kurupt, Redman
I am cut from that cloth, write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, "I'm Bad" video, learned the whole
Routine and performed it for my father's friends while they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history, but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost, we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I'm tryna be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, lookin' up at the sky, at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listenin' to hip-hop, you in Jay' house, Wayne' house
Nas' house, Em' house, our house
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