Never Enough

[Eminem]

There's not much you could do or say to phase me, people think I'm a little bit crazy

I get it from all angles

Even occasionally Doc Dre-zy will have to step in every once in awhile to save me

To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things

Sometimes I forget what other people just may think

A lota rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me if they heard some shit I lay to tape before they erase me. I may be a little too fast paced and racy

Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me 20 times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem

Like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing

And I could give a fuck what category you place me

As long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats when I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay Z. For every single die-hard fan who embraced me

I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me

And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me

In that neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me

It only made me what I am today see

Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me

You ain't gonna' make or break me

Tryin' to strip me of my credibility and make me look fake G you're only gonna' be in for a rude awakening

Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna' face me

And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me

You had all this time to think about it now don't pussy out and try to about face me

Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day that we finally meet in the same place to see...

[Chorus x2] [Nate Dogg]

No matter how many battles I been in and won,

No matter how many magazines on my nuts,

No matter how many mc's I eat up

Ooh ooh, it's never enough...

[50 Cent]

My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it

Uh oh it gets worse when I go back to the basics

You gon' say the wrong shit and get your whole face split

The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it

I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit

Graze it, your peace talk save it,

Your shit sounds dated, you're overrated

I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you muthafuckas

If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse

Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?

I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it

To be specific I go ballistic its hieroglyphic

My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta' sniff it

Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it

It'll get your high over and over but you gotta' cop it

When it's hot, it's hot you're hatin' son and now I'm gon' stop it...

[Chorus x2]