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letra de 1997 rap olympics - eminem

[rap battle 1]
i’ma tell you this for your own benefit
your sh-t was dope as h-ll, ‘specially when you wrote ninety-percent of it
what you need to do is practice on your freestyles
‘fore you come up missin’, like snoop dogg’s police files
this type of literature that i’m spittin’ be hittin’
you gonna swear to god this sh-t was written
but it wasn’t, i’ll k!ll a dozen rappers when i’m buzzin’
guzzlin’, beat your -ss like a jealous husband
now, you boys are about to suffer and see north
when you go in a coma longer than vladimir konstantinov
cut the d-mn machine off
get a clean cloth, and wipe this bl–dy video screen off

[rap battle 2]
i’m movin’ in for the k!ll, plus i got the trap set
i can tell you’re wack as f-ck, and i ain’t even hear you rap yet
look at you thinkin’, “i’m about to whip his -ss
‘cause i’ma do some written sh-t, plus i get to go last.”
well, guess what? even if i go first, it’s no worse
my sh-t’s still gon’ demolish yo’ verse
i’m ’bout to slice you like a ginsu
and anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law, i’m short and raw
take your f-ckin’ sh-t and cut it off
yo, you wanna be a dope emcee?
look, don’t get mad and start takin’ your period out on me

[rap battle 3]
you wanna represent on the microphone, but you rap sleazily
i ain’t about to battle this fake -ss eazy-e
there ain’t no way i’ma do this bullsh-t
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m loaded up with a full clip
time of the month? you couldn’t get the tape of the day
take him away, i rip him like a paper mache
i heard you rap before, you ain’t about sh-t
this whole battle was mismatched, like your outfit
try to battle me and get your mouth split
you sold out, like ticketmaster outlet
ha ha, i bust and i crush
i don’t give a f-ck, ain’t no way that you can f-ck with us
i’m givin’ back with pimp sh-t
i laminate that -ss in a badge and wear it at the rap olympics

[rap battle 4]
blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah—stop babblin’!
you so f-ckin’ wack i’ma walk away while you battlin’
f-ck that, i’m on a brand new solo mission
to make sure that wendy day kicks your -ss out of the rap coalition
i throw a switch at an execution
with an overdose of devotion
don’t talk back, i’m the dope, b-tch
so who you sound like on the mic?
there was only one 2pac, your thug style is just one big sike
take a big hike, b-tch, you can’t catch me
your best rhymes still ain’t sh-t, like a patsy
what the f-ck you gonna do?
i’ll battle anybody in your crew
and i don’t give a f-ck, i slaughter boys
especially wack–ss emcees that will wear a fake–ss corduroy

[rap battle 5]
i’m ’bout to make this mic short circuit
this beat is wack as f-ck—this sh-t fits you perfect!
i got so many ways to diss you that i’m playful with you
i’ll let a razor slit you, ’til they have to staple-st-tch you
and everybody in this f-ckin’ place’ll miss you
if you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue
n0body’s hearin’ you, you’re a wack liar
d-mn! all your white jokes just backfired
‘cause, b-tch, you barkin’ up the wrong tree
now go tell all your boys that you was beat by a honkey
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll k!ll ya
b-tch, you better recognize me, like i look familiar
anything you say, i’ma k!ll ya
grill ya, when i f-ckin’ drill ya
i’m marsh, but you’re the one that’s mellow

- eminem

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