EMinem 8mile Era(2002) the GOAT MC to EVER Touch A MIC

[aRoMaN21]

u post op trailer trash cum bucket scumbag, even if that really was u u still got some strong ass features for a female

im confused.

*edit:
if im well known to you, youd know theres no trailers in brooklyn you dumb corny racist.
you know how many times that shyt been typed to me since 07??
get a clue, and some new come bakks..... herb

 

[Cuban Pete]

im confused.

eat a dikk bytch dont ever call me out my name again u fukking peasant hows that 4 clarity

 

[aRoMaN21]

eat a dikk bytch dont ever call me out my name again u fukking peasant hows that 4 clarity

i never called your name you fukking cumstain on your dads leg cuz your mom spits like an unloving whore.
eat a vagina like budden...oh wait, you cant bag bytches to give them a tongue fukking. smh.
if im a peasant and you thought that was clarity by calling me one, then wtf is your whole family?? kings? stfu you ugly excuse of sperm and egg. look in the mirror and ask why you think me typing to you is 'calling your name'
you sound like that fukking sample from rich boy, but youre fukking poor.
like the peasant you think i am.

and if you remember me from sohh bakk when, i fukking ramble with my keyboard and mean every fukking thing i say.
go ahead and quote me to keep fighting me like a fly to my fukking web.

 

[Cuban Pete]

^ u nasty stank p*ssy wop I'll throw a bowl of baked ziti at your mothers face while I fukk u in the ass no homo, sad ass life u lead all u do is pick fights online with trolls but you merely adopted the bridge, I was born UNDER IT

*exits thread quickly men dont ever win arguments with women, even fake ones like this trannie aka the white joseline hernandez*

http://amitai.net/d/dan-fukk-bytches.gif

 

[aRoMaN21]

*exits thread quickly men dont ever win arguments with women, even fake ones*

http://amitai.net/d/dan-fukk-bytches.gif

why everything gotta be a win or lose??
im not playing a game with you fukkboy to win.

but i win, you lose?

 

[ManBearPig]

You gotta give Eminem some credit, he was running Hip-Hop, he was the crown at the time...Come on, SSLP, MMLP, EMS, 8Mile, D12's Devil Night......Stop hating.

No body(haters, fans) don't want to give a white boy some credit who actually rep Hip-Hop. I remember I had XXL magazine where rappers actually spoke about Eminem's album MMLP albums and everybody said ...it's dope and crazy that they've ever heard it in Hip-Hop. No lie, Rakim, Nas, Jay-Z, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss, Redman, Method Man, Slick Rick, KRS-One and Kool G Rap, of course Dr.Dre, Snoop, Xbizbit, many rappers....All of them gave Eminem a prop. I wish I save that magazine.

just to put it out there

your avatar interfere me when i try reading your posts.

 

[JYoung24]

and theres a lot of doped up athletes frauding the people and winning shyt off unnatural reasons.
wtf is your point?
mj isnt a fraud. so the comparison is warranted.

emenim is not mj mj was the best and the had the most skilled. emenim isn't the most skilled rapper and far from the best all he has is record sales

 

[Darts]

I thought Stan killed himself at the end of the video, whats he doing here starting threads?

 

[Digga38]

I thought Stan killed himself at the end of the video, whats he doing here starting threads?

 

[Golgo13]

Eminem is overrated.....the only reason that his music sells is because of the color of his skin....he is a novelty...he stole Master Ace whole fukking style....and never gave him a dime....or shyt....never even did a song with him....

Chino XL.....

R.A the Rugged Man.....

Cage......

do those names ring bells they should.....

your "hero" is a puppet......

Eminem is the product of a corporate machine...that brainwashed you and other sheep into thinking that an average pill junkie/Mediocre MC could be anything more that

Nas God Son came out in 2002 you dumb ass nikka !
you trying to tell me the 8mile soundtrack and or Eminem -The Eminem Show
is better that GOD SON.....

So fukk you OP.....

fukk the computer you used to type all of this on.....

fukk the place you bought The Slim Shady EP CD from.....

fukk that South Pole shirt you're wearing....and

fukk that Mountain Dew your drinking.....

 

[the rhyme king]

There's a certain mystique when I speak,
that you no-tice that it's sorta u-nique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smokecrack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,
it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cocka-mamie,
you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,
there's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a faq to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me bytch



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 pigeon holed in 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


THESE ARE PERECT RHYME SCHEMES AND FLOW

 

[ROFL_GUY]

There's a certain mystique when I speak,
that you no-tice that it's sorta u-nique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smokecrack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,
it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cocka-mamie,
you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,
there's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a faq to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me bytch



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 pigeon holed in 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


THESE ARE PERECT RHYME SCHEMES AND FLOW

the Jordan of rap most skilled and most popular

 

[ManBearPig]

the Jordan or rap most skilled and most popular

hell yeah

Spoiler

gotta link for Recovery? i havent heard that album in a while

 

[ROFL_GUY]

Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bytch Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
Imma sit here till I get enough of me to finally hit a fukking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, bytch come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me
See me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear I'm sawing someone
By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming
It's now or never, And tonight it's all or nothing

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
fukk this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my shyt in your face, bytch!
I found my niche, You gonna hear my voice
Till you're SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!

 

[Yoda]

this thread smells like wetdog