Stranded On Shady Records
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah…
Westside Detroit to Compton
Aftermath meets Shady...
Let me show y’all how killers write scripture
This frontline music
You don’t just listen—you feel it
Let’s go…
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I’m the blade in a book, the page that’ll cut
The stage that erupts when I rage and erupt
Caged in my gut is a beast in a shell
Y’all been prayin' for peace? I’m the reason it fell
I’m a thesis of hell, with a thesis that’s lethal
I speak to the people, like preachers with needlеs
I’m the sequel to еvil with a speaker for pain
Every feature I slay, every beat I contain
I ain’t here for the fame, I been past that thrill
Got a mask and a mic, I don’t rap—I kill
Detroit-born, with a voice like war
When I write, angels flee, and the demons roar
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah, look—
They call me 50, the bulletproof crook
If cash is the script, then I’m readin' the book
Got a scar on my face but my pockets don’t bleed
Put the G in the Unit, now the wolves all feed
I came from the gutter, with the Glock on lap
Now I lounge where it’s sunny, never watchin’ my back
Y’all still talkin’? I been silent in stacks
Let the drum do the speakin', leave your spine on tracks
I ain’t here for the bars, I’m the cell they built
Get rich or die tryin’—either way, I’m still guilt
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Obie Trice—real name, no gimmicks
I spit it like Guinness—dark, strong, no limits
I came with a vengeance, slang from the district
My brain got convictions, aimed with precision
I talk like I walk—every step is a bar
Every sentence I spit got the scent of a scar
I’m a menace in denim, with venom in speech
Don’t step to the gods, this temple’s too deep
I’m the echo in hoods where the prayers don’t land
Got a mic in my grip and the streets in my hand
[Verse 4: Proof]
It’s Big Proof—resurrected in rhyme
I’m the soul of the D, still protectin’ the line
I ain’t gone, I’m eternal, in the cipher, I breathe
From 7 Mile to Heaven, I’m alive in the beat
Every verse is a sermon, every bar’s a grenade
Used to rhyme in the dirt, now I carve in the grave
This Shady biz, I laid the bricks for this
Every legend got a ghost—that’s me in the mist
Still swingin’ with the fam, still ride with the flame
Still Proof in the booth, still pride in the name
[Verse 5: Dr. Dre]
It’s the Doc, the architect of the sound you mimic
Put the West on my back, made the map look different
I ain’t rappin' for clout—I’m the one they chase
Y’all rap for the moment, I design the space
See, I birthed half your heroes, signed your fate
Built an empire off records, now I dine off crates
Let me speak on it—Shady my offspring
Gave Em the crown, gave 50 the offspring
I’m the man in the chair with a plan and a snare
Push one button, have your label in fear
[Verse 6: Swifty McVay]
I’m the quiet one, calm with a violent tongue
From the D where the silence come with a drum
I ain’t new to the game, I’m the glitch in the code
Y’all rap like apps—I attack in morse mode
Swifty—nobody slicker with cadence
I hit with a cadence, spit with the patience
Left in the basement, rose with the flame
Now I’m posted on frontline—one with the pain
This a Dirty Dozen sermon, still lethal in function
Mic check like a weapon, no room for assumptions
[Outro: Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Dre:
This ain’t no label cut, this is war from the booth
Every verse another bullet, every bar is the truth
Eminem:
Stranded On Shady Records—where the brave don’t sleep
And the real don’t die—they just rhyme too deep
Yeah…
Westside Detroit to Compton
Aftermath meets Shady...
Let me show y’all how killers write scripture
This frontline music
You don’t just listen—you feel it
Let’s go…
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I’m the blade in a book, the page that’ll cut
The stage that erupts when I rage and erupt
Caged in my gut is a beast in a shell
Y’all been prayin' for peace? I’m the reason it fell
I’m a thesis of hell, with a thesis that’s lethal
I speak to the people, like preachers with needlеs
I’m the sequel to еvil with a speaker for pain
Every feature I slay, every beat I contain
I ain’t here for the fame, I been past that thrill
Got a mask and a mic, I don’t rap—I kill
Detroit-born, with a voice like war
When I write, angels flee, and the demons roar
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah, look—
They call me 50, the bulletproof crook
If cash is the script, then I’m readin' the book
Got a scar on my face but my pockets don’t bleed
Put the G in the Unit, now the wolves all feed
I came from the gutter, with the Glock on lap
Now I lounge where it’s sunny, never watchin’ my back
Y’all still talkin’? I been silent in stacks
Let the drum do the speakin', leave your spine on tracks
I ain’t here for the bars, I’m the cell they built
Get rich or die tryin’—either way, I’m still guilt
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Obie Trice—real name, no gimmicks
I spit it like Guinness—dark, strong, no limits
I came with a vengeance, slang from the district
My brain got convictions, aimed with precision
I talk like I walk—every step is a bar
Every sentence I spit got the scent of a scar
I’m a menace in denim, with venom in speech
Don’t step to the gods, this temple’s too deep
I’m the echo in hoods where the prayers don’t land
Got a mic in my grip and the streets in my hand
[Verse 4: Proof]
It’s Big Proof—resurrected in rhyme
I’m the soul of the D, still protectin’ the line
I ain’t gone, I’m eternal, in the cipher, I breathe
From 7 Mile to Heaven, I’m alive in the beat
Every verse is a sermon, every bar’s a grenade
Used to rhyme in the dirt, now I carve in the grave
This Shady biz, I laid the bricks for this
Every legend got a ghost—that’s me in the mist
Still swingin’ with the fam, still ride with the flame
Still Proof in the booth, still pride in the name
[Verse 5: Dr. Dre]
It’s the Doc, the architect of the sound you mimic
Put the West on my back, made the map look different
I ain’t rappin' for clout—I’m the one they chase
Y’all rap for the moment, I design the space
See, I birthed half your heroes, signed your fate
Built an empire off records, now I dine off crates
Let me speak on it—Shady my offspring
Gave Em the crown, gave 50 the offspring
I’m the man in the chair with a plan and a snare
Push one button, have your label in fear
[Verse 6: Swifty McVay]
I’m the quiet one, calm with a violent tongue
From the D where the silence come with a drum
I ain’t new to the game, I’m the glitch in the code
Y’all rap like apps—I attack in morse mode
Swifty—nobody slicker with cadence
I hit with a cadence, spit with the patience
Left in the basement, rose with the flame
Now I’m posted on frontline—one with the pain
This a Dirty Dozen sermon, still lethal in function
Mic check like a weapon, no room for assumptions
[Outro: Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Dre:
This ain’t no label cut, this is war from the booth
Every verse another bullet, every bar is the truth
Eminem:
Stranded On Shady Records—where the brave don’t sleep
And the real don’t die—they just rhyme too deep