[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