Eminem (rap)

*For Eminem. My idle!*

Grew up in detroit, in the 8 mile,
Blew up and exploit, your own great style.
tapped your head to the beat,
Rapped with what u said, no defeat.
Abusefull parents never praised you,
Bruised apperent and was never raised too.
Such a bad past, probably hate it,
Glad your dad never last? You'd degrade it.
You see you have raised to the top,
And me, I'm amazed that you didnt stop.
All the distractions just kept comin,
You just saw attractions and started hummin.
"Eminem is a wanna be!" Some would say,
But to them, they dont see it the same way.
You protect your privacy the best you can,
Try to perfect before they see this man.
Well I just wanted to tell you one thing.
Hell must be taunted, but have fun king!
Still I know what you can do. Your my idle.
I can listen to you and smile. Great style.

The 5-0 aint got nothin on you.
Not a single thing they can do.
And when your mad, you say F them.
See, thats why ur my idle Eminem.

Life for me has been pretty good,
Considering I have rolled by the hood.
My dad is gone most of the time,
Its sad his song I can rhyme.
But yet life is cool around them.
i still get a fool and pound em.
Dont forget that at school I ground them.
My mom takin classes, doin homework,
Like a bomb mistakin masses with fluids burnt.
I have two brothers and a sis, plus more.
All from you mother. Catch this to adore.
As I roll on day to day, I'm just alive.
Systems in control and gon stay, without revive.
You have D12, and I have The System,
I'm half like an elf, but half way missed em'.
So I can be like you, but I aint gon copy.
And man, all I wanna do, is write. Not be sloppy.
Every song you write it so good, yet right.
Really strong I might try to be a G tonight.

The 5-0 aint got nothin on you.
Not a single thing they can do.
And when your mad, you say F them.
See, thats why ur my idle Eminem.

Can you imagine us rappin together?
We be unstoppable. Wont loose. Never.
You see I think 2 verses just aint enough.
It aint a real test. Not yet to tough.
So why dont you call me up and start to rap?
I'm tired and feel just all like crap.
So why dont we see who's better?
Cause I'm inviting you in this letter.
C'mon and step up. Lets do it for laughs.
Keep writin stuff till we fall on our calfs.
People have said that we should battle,
Just to see who would pull up more cattle.
I think me verses you would be a tie.
Cause with in a minute we both could die.
You write about ilfe, so do I,
So why not try to buy some verses,
To watch some hobo as he rehearses.
Oh well this verse is the third,
And thats right I know you heard.
My mind is in the clouds with the birds.
C'mon Eminem.

The 5-0 aint got nothin on you.
Not a single thing they can do.
And when your mad, you say F them.
See, thats why ur my idle Eminem.

Dedicated to you Eminem.

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