Shady 2.0 (cypher) Lyrics - Crooked I

[Eminem] 

Welcome to Detroit 

This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher 2011 

Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf 

[Yelawolf] 

Put these muthaf-ckas in a box and I send 'em away 

Put em in a grade lac and pop the trunk 

Hey throw em in the back, jack hi, dig 'em a grave 

Put a brick inside that Xerox, when I print 'em a page 

Moving keys I cant relate, cause I live in a cage 

I throw up the A, I take 'em to school 

I give em a grade 

An easy E for effort 

Thats WWA, white with an attitude 

Alphabet soup is on my plate 

All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake 

I spoon feed them the sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns 

who believe they making it rain cause 

All they see is the clouds 

And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato with a bunch of 

meatheads like f-ck it 

I just feed em a cow 

Plenty of white boys you can pick from this year 

But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater 

Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what its like to pick a 

fight with me 

It's like putting Nikes on a cheetah with a speedo or at least in my case Addidas 

I might drink this Sprite by the 2 litre 

Holla, Shady records 

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[Joe Budden] 

Say I'm from the new school, I'ma say check ya tone and watch ya mouth 

If they teaching how to dougie, I'm condoning dropping out 

Forced a while you birthed and gave me up 

I just perfected being hip hops foster child, now check it 

I don't blame y'all for being trash fans and copping it 

The radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages 

In my youth I throw shots, the fan would dodging it 

I'm grown, I aint watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it 

You see that four headed monster and the storm looms 

Snipe 'em from a distance, the scope got a long zoom 

You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room 

Got a figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms 

Was left to me I would revive what the game be 'bout 

I'da took the wine outta Amy's house 

Enough raps from you scrub cats about cocking a snub back 

Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that 

But I got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny 

Both parents broke but she comes for money 

Think my bread is her paper to burn so I lock her out and now she doubt 

David is Stern 

She so bad I make her hit the telly from a taxi and dead her in that holiday inn 

Learnt that from Max B 

Thats why the haters empty condo on a semi lamas 

I made it right before the eyes like I was Beni hanas 

Is it me, is what I'm hearing this pitiful 

Airwaves the same now the stereo's typical 

My skin thick so the critics ignore 

So unafraid to die you think I did it before 

The boys Rodman with the trash talk 

Magic walk with the black ball way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws 

Glass jaw, hoody and mask would be the ? with no passport 

Body be found in the mansion in one of my trap doors 

If pumps had awards ya status whore categore 

Propbably that , Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore 

I know hip hops alive and well 

If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell 

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[Crooked I] 

I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticken 

I caught em slippin, I gotta give em a shot, I hit 'em with proper spittin 

Hottest writtens and compositions, so competitions a contradiction 

Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably 

different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as Bugatti engines 

I'm on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric kickin' diggin a dish for different spittas 

We lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor 

Spit like a sick mixture 

Notorious Pun and L get the big picture 

The poster I'll roast ya, my mind so deadly its just like the beanie is close to a holster 

It's over control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed ta 

Flow is going postal even, open season 

Heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy 

Approach I'm squeezing, believe me 

Dope as westcoast is breathing 

So most ya'll hope I'm vegan, no pun, beefing 

Rappers need to keep it trill 

Give me a beat to kill too many people still eating sleeping pills 

People sleeping on my ether skills 

And ya'll aint even real 

You 'bout to die in this cypher before you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will 

Foreal 

[Joeel Ortiz] 

Yaooowa 

I aint a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap 

Before this I was moving crack 

Killers y'all would come when y'all rhyme I salute and dap 

And if I blink then remove ya snaps, you aint cool you wack 

With ya foolish yac's? skinny jeans dont mean ya ass shoot 

It means ya booty claps 

Don't play like Tyler Perry, this the Slaughterhouse of Pain 

Float brown, tight and heavy 

When it comes to sixteen's I'm a fiend feinding a studio 

Near a needle with a mean lean, probably writing bars that ? 

Getting my Yaowa on, may all the Olajuwon's be the dream team 

This is an all day slaughter they feindin for us to break like Beyonce's water 

The four quarters doing all the eating and you gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican 

Ortiz keep the fire ready 

and tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie 

[Royce Da 5'9'] 

I'm do or die dope 

And you can make the sticker sittin on the door 

Of that phantom your suicide note 

Hi Rihanna.. 

Is Nicki living with you? Let me know 

So I can buy binoculars and telescopes 

Hi Rihanna.. 

I don't need to know you better 

You tell me you love my music again, we go together 

Bye Rihanna.. 

Now back to y'all fools 

We rock out like the outside of a guitar school 

Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through 

Don't ask me nothing bout Budden, I ? my girl too 

You ask me why do I keep her? I say it's cheaper too 

That's why I ride around in a rose like Wiz Khalifa do 

Rappers, I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this 

You don't kill but your father will like jaden smith 

I tell ya like I tell my Spanish chick 

You fly but I ain't going down on no landing strip 

So get your wax on like Daniel-son 

I'm a have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come 

Point out the greatest rapper alive I red dot 'em 

Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom 

Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife 

While I'm cyber sexing with Jessica Alba, via skype 

I'm on my d-boy, d-bo thing 

Spiritual steelo swing like cee-lo green 

Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling 

You know your flow is whack 

We cornered the market like a walmart in a culdesac 

Yeah, this what 2 million singles sold and a album that's gold 

Look like, without having to sell your soul 

Nickle 

[Eminem] 

Lyrical, miracle, spiritual, individual criminal 

Subliminal, in your swimming pool 

You 'bout to see peace destroyed 

It'll never be restored 

When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores 

Wanna stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords 

A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards 

And a squeegee and please be warned don't ask for the squeegees for 

Or the holy water, acid rapper that'll eat these floors 

Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns? 

And as for me, you ask where I'm going will he be mourned? 

Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn? 

Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox 

with a shoehorn, smother in chloroform so she can go get her groove on? 

Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo, 

Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas 

So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to 

the penis 

Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel 

And spit in his fricken big kids meal 

Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you win sit still 

You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield? 

Is it dust we bout to kick up? 

Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup? 

Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up 

And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups? 

Flippin the script up like Mike Vick 

Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup 

I'd be a horrible magician 

Cause I'd f*ck that trick up 

Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up 

A-B? Let's C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z 

Till you f*ck around and get dropped like an E 

When you add an I-N-G 

Don't put a K in front of that though, When I MC 

Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth 

It's more like a phonebooth 

Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do 

It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and 

Eat rat poison, and take meteor showers 

Fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger 

While I hop in a mosh pit, will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy? 

Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible 

Is it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute 

With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube 

And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda 

Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool 

So kill the rumors it ain't happenin 

I'm a rap till I'm fossil fuel