Official Music Video
313 by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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
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 a capella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forget a gold digger's succubus, my soul's 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 woman 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 MCs and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperament
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MCs would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, and you's a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nymphomaniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blast your hate, and have you all running past the 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 but run
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno
So stop that bullshit flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
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
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
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 be the MC
I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash 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
Your will'll be sealed your casket closed you still'll 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 than Jeru 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 shout with a slang, simple as ABCs
Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with ease
Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, biters get treated with shots
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks of fellow follower singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
'Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see
So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of 313 by Eminem
313* (original Eminem)
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
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
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 a capella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forget a gold digger's succubus, my soul's 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 woman 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 MCs and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperament
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MCs would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, and you's a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nymphomaniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blast your hate, and have you all running past the 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 but run
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno
So stop that bullshit flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
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
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
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 be the MC
I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash 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
Your will'll be sealed your casket closed you still'll 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 than Jeru 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 shout with a slang, simple as ABCs
Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with ease
Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, biters get treated with shots
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks of fellow follower singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
'Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see
So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see
313 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ahora, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce, del 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que estás a punto de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, tienes que convertirte en mí
Si alguna vez quieres ser uno, mira
Hombre, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce en el 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que estás a punto de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, mejor conviértete en mí
Si alguna vez quieres ser uno, mira
Yo, algunos dicen que soy malo, ahora si eso es cierto
Soy el MC malo más fresco que jamás hayas oído, en tu vida
Mi a capella pulcra suena inteligente con los ritmos
Chico, soy lo más profundo desde los baches que jamás haya llegado a las calles
Olvida la súcubo de una cazafortunas, mi alma es densa con rudeza
Con el micro soy como un dique, ningún negro puede joder con esto
Tengo más golpes diferentes que Philip Drummound
En micrófono abierto me follo a tu mujer solo para que mis letras sigan saliendo (puta)
Nos elevamos a nuevas alturas premeditadas
Que quede claro que dije que lo odian ahora que ven que lo logré
Lo escalado puede ser puesto a prueba de grandeza
Arranco el corazón de los MCs y me lo comí
Así que supongo que esa es la razón por la que soy odiado
Para representar mi temperamento
Si el rap fuera una polla, todos ustedes, los supuestos MCs duros, no serían impotentes
Sino que lo proxenetean, y actúan como si pudieran reventar un show (así)
Más duro que el Rock the Bells de LL, y tú eres una puta (ahora)
Todo lo que colaboras, lo lacero
Mis rimas siguen llegando como ninfómanas que se masturban
A un ritmo más rápido, sí, tengo algo para que tu culo odie
Exploto tu odio, y los hago correr a todos más allá de las puertas
Y en cuanto a agarrarse la cara y tocar los flows
Los tengo abiertos como humo de marihuana en tu nariz
Pateando a estas putas, tengo esa mierda dominada a la perfección
Dejándolas calientes y molestas, encendidas como un electrodoméstico
¿Desafío? No, no tendremos eso
¿Quieres que tu mierda explote?
Bueno, voy a meter dinamita en tu culo
Y volar esa mierda al reino de los cielos
Luego traerles algo de este verdadero hip-hop
Yo suelto ritmos y tú no vas a cantar ni a hacer nada más que correr
Y todos ustedes sabían por Meeko
Que no podían valerse por sí mismos con la fuerza de Lou Ferrigno
Así que detén ese flow de mierda
Yo, necesitas venir con las habilidades reales, y actuar como si supieras
Así que, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce en el 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que estás a punto de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, mejor conviértete en mí
Si alguna vez quieres ser uno, mira
Ahora, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce del 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que estás a punto de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, tienes que convertirte en mí
Si alguna vez quieres ser uno, mira
Así que, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce, en el 313
No sabes una mierda, así que cuando veas uno, huye
Puedes ser Run-D, nunca serás el MC
Detuve el alfabeto en la S y lo dominé a la perfección
Estoy seguro de que estarás de acuerdo, un MC dulce revienta el lugar
Haré que el techo arda como si fuera Rock Master Scott
Tu culo olvidó, así que por si no me recuerdas
Haré correr tu cerebro por la cuadra para refrescar tu maldita memoria
Es ellos o yo, hombre, matar o ser matado
Tu testamento será sellado, tu ataúd cerrado, aún te cobrarán
Mis instalaciones llenas de fans, a plena capacidad
Enviaré a un rapero de vuelta con el culo hecho mierda
Si actúa blando y se acobarda
Más le vale venir más limpio que Jeru masturbándose cuando se ducha
Ustedes, flores, no tienen influencia con nada
Podrías salir con un cartucho de dinamita y no terminarías con una explosión
Grito con jerga, tan simple como el ABC
Saltar las Ds y reventar el micrófono con facilidad
Destronar MCs y voy a maximizar solo
Relaja tu cabeza como un solo de saxofón
Así que los hechos son conocidos, los copiones son tratados con disparos
Revierto un ritmo más duro de lo que podrías golpearlo con rocas
Soy recibido con bandadas de cantantes seguidores
No podrías hacer que los fans levantaran las manos ni aunque se tragaran los dedos
Pero puedes traer los tuyos, veamos qué tienes
Pero no finjas y nunca intentes ser lo que no eres
Porque puedes ser rápido, saltar el candelabro, quemarte la espalda
Y follar a Jill en una colina, pero sigues sin ser Jack
Así que, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce, del 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que acabas de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, tienes que convertirte en mí
Así que nunca vas a ser uno, mira
Así que, ¿qué sabes de un MC dulce en el 313
Ninguna de estas habilidades que acabas de ver viene gratis
Así que si quieres ser un MC dulce, nunca te convertirás en mí
Así que nunca vas a ser uno, mira
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