I wish I could stand in a hall of fame,
Live there, and everybody know my name,
Since I started writing life ain't been the same,
Came at the low now I'm on top of the game,
Talk about me as the kid with all the blame,
All the guilt, all the fear, and a head held down in shame,
I once was told I'll burn with the brightest flame,
But I'm a lot calmer now, the lyrics are more tame.
Feel free to judge me, man I won't ever try stop you,
Write something about me but I know I can top you,
You'd have a whole new look if you knew what I've been through,
I found my voice through music, don't ever think I won't shock you,
Here's a little breakdown of the shit I listened to.
I heard "Still D.R.E" get radio play just the other day,
Had to rewind and listen to the five known as N.W.A,
Eazy, Cube, Ren, Yella and Andre,
The latter of them went on to have a white protege.
Then came Marshall and the days of Slim Shady,
Ain't ever gonna catch him call someone "milady",
He'll leave your mouth agape and dryer than a summer wadi,
Slim Shady, still gon be here when he's 80.
That's a few names I don't expect to be comparative,
Mine ain't gonna reach there's so save me the narrative,
The only thing I've been except real is elaborative,
I'm smart and quick, but not that level of creative.
It's a mark of respect for a few of the elders,
The best in the game, and all that they showed us,
Even with the wit, still controversial names in the universe,
They'll leave one last sentence; the world can't handle us.
