Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill’s like
But I’m still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain’t right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain’t my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
I just can’t do it, my whole manhood’s
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit; yo, I’m goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I’m a man, I’ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks man I’ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I’m gone, I know right where I’m goin
Sorry momma I’m grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps I’m makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road


I’m walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had ‘fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma’s got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don’t understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain’t no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain’t blew up yet
It’s like I grew up, but I ain’t grow me two nuts yet
Don’t gotta rep my step, don’t got enough pep
The pressure’s too much man, I’m just tryin to do what’s best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won’t tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don’t pray to the sky, please I’m beggin you God
Please don’t let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I’m tellin you dawg I’m bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I’m never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I’ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I’ll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]


You gotta live it to feel it, you didn’t you wouldn’t get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It’s different, it’s a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you’d never even see
But it’s everything to me, it’s my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who’s incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I’m still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC’s in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain’t havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I’m startin to doubt shit
I’m feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it’s cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I’m on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don’t want
is pity from no one, the cit

Eye Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Eminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Verse 1: Eye Kyu
Yo some people say I’m whack, now if that’s right
I’m the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I’m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger’s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I’m like a dyke, can’t no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to 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
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC’s would not be impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL’s Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, 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 an appliance
Defiance, no we won’t have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I’ma 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 beats and you ain’t singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn’t hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

Chorus: Eminem
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Verse 2: Eminem
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don’t know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you’ll never beat the MC
I’ll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I’m sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I’ll make the roof hot like I was Rock 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 and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
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 Jay Rue 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 A,B,C’s
Skip over the D’s and rock the microphone with E’s
Dethrone MC’s and I’ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I’

I’m the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I’m meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I’m a negative person don’t be so sure of it
I don’t promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I’m blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

It’s only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I’m standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It’s a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream “I’M STILL ALIVE!”
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I’ve hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I’m blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I’m as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I’m doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I’m more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first dude
the other one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to rush
i swept his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven dudes screamin “GET HIM”
i

[Eminem]
Yo speed racer 97′ burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary had to ditch the mercury tracer
I’m on some low ish
I’m fed up wit the being broke ish
I’m not to joke wit
Bitch I don’t sell crack I smoke it
My brains dusted; I’m disgusted at all my habits
Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers ’cause I’m always too blunted
Walkin’ up in the cypher smokin’, talkin’ like, “Who want it?”
Thug and crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it
My 9’s at your frame,is that your chain? Run it
Who wants to die of an overdose of excessive flavor?
Aggressive nature got me stickin’ you for your Progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your mom’s Acura, wrecked it, then sold it back to her
( Right right right ! ! ! ) (( Ding ! ! ! ))
The doctors you’ll need after our battle are known as psychiatrics
I’ll tell the nurses to hold a bed for you,
and I’ma make sure you come back for it
So barricade your infants, put up some extra fences
A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses ( Ooh )
..Take em’ on long vacation trips
Kidnappin’ em’ and trappin’ em’ in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips
Slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter))
Mama don’t you cry, your son’s too far gone
I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on
I’m messed up, feelin’ like an over worked plumber
I’m sick of the crap, what’s Dr. Kevorkian’s phone number? ( Ha.. Hot )

Comin up it never mattered what color you was, if you could spit then you could spit, that’s it, that’s what it was. Back when motherfuckers was straight back packin’ syphron fightin’ for life in this rap for the mic to get passed, and you phsyiced and your gassin, and you hyped cause you lastin, and you might win some massive, if you lost then you lost, shake hands like a man and you swallowed it. Went on some hype column in the source was like my only source of light when the mics use to mean something, the four was like you was the shit, now it’s like the least you get 3 and a half now which means yous a peice of shit, for and a half or five means you Biggie Jigga Naz, or Benzino. See I don’t even think you realize you playin with motherfuckers lives. I don’t watch Greg get fucked on the chronic probably cause i was on it. Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide, I said I wouldn’t hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I?ld a fuckin died already tryin’ I swear to God, I never lied. Tell us why you and that bitch gave me that bullshit review, I sat and took it, and look at the shit we knew, you try to fuck us with obby in 52. hhhkkkk pewww, fuck a relationship we through, no more source with street credit them days is dead, Ray’s got AK’s to Dave Mays’ head.. Every issue there’s an 8 page makemen spread. Will someone please tell him whoever braids his head I am not afraid of this fuckin wastin lead on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple. So listen closely, cause I break it down and proceed, this oj’s ’bout to get smoked like row weed. You don’t know me or my motherfuckin’ mother you motherfuckin’ punk. Put me on your fuckin’ cover just to sell you little sell out mag., I ain’t mad I feel bad, here’s an ad here’s a poster of Ray Ray and his dad. You want to talk about some shit you don’t know about, yeah, let’s talk about how your puttin’ your own son out there to try to eat off him, cause you missed your boat, cause your never gunna blow bitch, your just too old. No wonder your sore now, lordy your bored now, I’m pushin’ 30 your kick 40’s door down. Business is war and you’ll never beat me, all you do is cheat me, out of cordables, but you know you’ll always see me, on your little tv, cause you got to stay up to 3 in the mornin’ to see your video played once on B.E.T. So, hehe he, who has the last laugh after mad gas, you won’t be half of a whole stack. Kiss her asshole cracks, you’ll never fold or whole back, just know that. Benzy knows whack, no matter how many times I say his name, he’ll never blow jack. Your better off tryin to bring R and Soul back, look at your track record, thats how far it goes back.. It’s extortion and rounds of portion, so half of the staff affair fresh out of jail from Boston. Bullyin’ and bossin’, gave like a slave, they completely brain washed him, and forced him to stay locked in his own office. Afraid of the softest vaguest wanna be gangsta in New York. And it’s pitiful cause I would of never said shit if you’d kept your mouth shut bitch now what. Here da clue, spit it Slain, new shit, exclusive your landin and yo who get, you know what to do with this use it, I’m through witdis, this is stupid, I can’t believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this, and who you callin a bitch…bitch. You owe me.

[Intro]
Yo
I can’t sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna fucking sing
Cos i’m happy
Yeh, i’m happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

[Verse #1 Sung]
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Watchin’ this world pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for
I almost break down and cry

Somtimes i think i’m crazy
I’m crazy, oh so crazy
Why am i here, am i just wasting my time?

But then i see my baby
Suddenly i’m not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

[Chorus]
Somtimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders
Everyone’s leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over
But then she come back to me

[Verse #2 Sung]
My baby girl [hailey laughs] keeps gettin’ older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don’t understand me
They just dont see my real side

I act like shit, dont phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive

But then i see my baby
Suddenly i’m not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

[Chorus]

[Verse #3 Rapped]
Yeh and if i could sing, i’d keep singing this song to my daughter
If i could hit the notes, i’d blow something as long as my father
To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got ‘er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn’t [censored] (abort her)

Now you prob’ly get this picture from my public persona
That i’m a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cos there’s a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o’ ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations? now look,
I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But i got a wife who’s determined to make my life living hell
But i handle it well, given the circumstances i’m dealt
So many chances, man, it’s too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that i’ve wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted
So here’s what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I’ve went to jail for this woman, i’ve been to bat for this woman
I’ve taken bats to people’ backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why’d i stick my penis uppin?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i’d seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it’s over, there’s no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby’s travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
Its like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

[Chorus]

[Outro – Spoken]
Woow!
I told you, i can’t sing.
Oh well, i tried
Haley, remember when i said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy’s here.
And i ain’t goin nowhere baby
I love you (kiss)