Crack A Bottle (as made famous by Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) - Hip Hop Beat Makers

In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem

I was this good, scoffed, I just soff

Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods golf

Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant

But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet

No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took off

Mistook me because I look soft

But I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders)

So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off

Decided opposing you is what I’m ‘posed to do alls

I did was say what I’m feeling when the vocal booth calls

And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all

You felt my pain, it’s almost like I poked voodoo dolls

And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I’m gone

My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls

And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls

Karma’s headed for Armageddon, the drama setter

I’m going in, already got an arm and head

And whoever said word are just words

Can’t hurt me more than I give a fuck

Even if my image ends up taking a personal hit

Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned

In this bitch and whatever bitches feel like

They didn’t deserve what they get

And whatever consequences come with every verse, it’s worth it

So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it?

And here’s to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime

As sure as a mole is blind, in my mind

I’m still underground as a groundhog and I’mma go for mine

Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find

I’m starting to slow and these lines full of nines

I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind

All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's)

Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time

Day one, set with the blasters, give me the orders, I spray uh

Pain in the ass and get shot in the ass with a paint gun

Ain’t no one safe from, non-believers there ain’t none

I even make the bitches I rape come

I’m waiting on someone to say something

Dre make the bass pump and let the tape run for old time’s sake

I spit it straight through, this is take one

The moment you’re waiting for has come but…