We're Back

[Eminem]

Nothing can stop and nothing can change

And you better just make new livin' arrangements

If you think, you the top and king of the castle

You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole

All I hear is I'm the best at this and I'm best at that

But I don't hear my name, no brought up in rap

And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that

But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought up as that

Not even the same league as Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe

They name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ

Or say he ripped that Biggie verse, or that Jay-Z

Yo his verses were crazy, on that renegade beat

But I ain't never bought no whole cd of Shady

And all I hear is pop tunes come on the radi-o

And they play 'em twenty times in a row daily

And they very well maybe

The same reason they don't say me

When they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me

Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream

And make it big ba big big bay ba baby

[Obie Trice]

So maybe the eighties made me crazy

I've been tryin' to get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady

Gave me the gate key, paved the way

So lately, my stakes get better each day

Replay my relay race, when I was chasin' the afee at eighteen

Eight years later his voice in Beijing

No choice I chase C.R.E.A.M, so

[Eminem]

Shaaaddyyy, (Stat Quo!)

We're back!

[Stat Quo]

This is what I eat, sleep and breathe and feed my kids

Would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)

I treat the mic like the block

Fuck with my rocks, and squeeze

Critics expecting me to underachieve

I just deal with the hate I receive

By rolling back my sleeves

Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his knees

And tell him "Suck my dick"

I take a bow and leave

With a sack full of unmarked cheese

I find it hard to believe

Who to pull or proceed

To be G's and claim they runnin' shit

Nigga I run me

As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me

The same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E

Folk in the 'hood be askin', where I be

Dogg, I'm out in Hawaii

Don't like it? Drink my pee

Record song for the Detox Lp

Feet don't fail he

Niggas got me bent like cranberry and Belvee

I'm a die wealthy

Boss in the game, what the fuck they gon' tell me?

A-towns entree, Aftermath, Shaady!

[Eminem]

Shaaaddyyy, (Bobby Creek!)

We're back!

[Bobby Creekwater]

Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that

Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back

Like mic check,

Pimp for what it's worth I got the right net

Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet

No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout

Y'all niggas won't be certified till I show

I go out on a limb with 'em 'cause I'm wid him

Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them - none of them

Stand a chance, at the dance, without a bow tie

Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-Ti

So high, off the light that they have given me

And the haters like a chauffeur because it's driven me

To a view with a vendetta I am the epitome

I don't give a fuck about ya nigga I'm just livin' me

We the reason for the season so I'm breezin' through the track

Nigga

[Eminem]

Shaaaddyyy, (Cashis!)

[Cashis]

I can prove I'm here to do something you never do

From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue

I ain't been to a function, where I ain't snuck a weapon through

Cause my background reveals a one-eight-seven too

To the block, I'm the truth

To the cops, I'm the proof of this

And niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot

I carry over my street ethics, to the booth

And the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth

The difference between me and you, I already done it

And lived the street life, niggas run away from if

You follow my life, in a midwest blunted

Pitchforks head high, four fifth by the stomach

You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets

I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting at police

Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me

I'm a walking obituary, death live in me

I take life through the pen, by the way I'm a see

Or have you raped in the pen, like American meat

I'm connected gettin' weight from Ems 13

With S.K's, A.R's and mini-fourteens

I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap

On Prozac, D's and E-pills, it's a rap

Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack

I'm in a lifetime contract, Shady's back

Nigga