No One's Iller
Eminem Lyrics


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Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring in competition and face this Nina
Got your whole crew doing subpoenas
Hell nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics out of these non-rapping rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape
It ain't no secret that your shit sounds fake (fake)
You can't stop it, my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like toothaches, I'm painful to rappers
Then you can tell from these shells
How I got up in 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Deeper than a 25 to life sentence, on linking trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything gets foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'ma take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, blaow
It's Swifty from the 313
Like I said, no one is iller than me, uh

Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure looking good
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she found out I was having an affair with her 10-year-old niece

No one, no one's iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 (Slim Shady)

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Rippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who they was?
I'm always taking someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they, Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid (ugh)
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit'll get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grandmasters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the window
Bitch, you got some fantastic legs
You can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got drop-kicked, now she screamin' "stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit, grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scoota '97, crop pick
Sick of y'all niggas lookin' at me like I got tits (yeah)
I'll shoot a rocket through your optic (what?)
You niggas still don't know the top pick
I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
Ain't nobody iller than me (no one)

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's Fuzz and Bizarre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees




From the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically blast

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's song "I" depict the experiences of three rappers from Detroit- Bizarre, Mr. Swifty, and Eminem himself, also known as Slim Shady or Marshall Mathers. Eminem starts the song with a boastful claim that no one is iller than him. Then, Mr. Swifty jumps in and talks about how he makes rappers want to turn into singers, and how he can murder anyone who tries to compete with him, making it too late for cops to stop his crime rate. Meanwhile, Bizarre's verse is filled with graphic, violent, and disturbing content, including references to murder, drug use, and sexual abuse. The song ends with a final verse, where all three rappers come together to assert that they are the best in the rap game, and no one can compete with them.


Overall, the song's lyrics showcase Eminem's signature style of provocative, shock-value lyrics that depict the harsh realities of life in the inner city. The song's chorus, "no one is iller than me," highlights the competitive nature of the rap game and the hyper-masculine posturing that often characterizes it. Moreover, Bizarre's verse stands out for its inclusion of disturbing content and graphic imagery, which arguably reflects the pervasive violence and trauma that often affects inner-city communities.


Line by Line Meaning

No one's iller than me (what?)
I am the best rapper around, no one can top me.


I make rappers wanna turn into singers
My rapping skills are so good that they make other rappers feel inferior, and they might as well give up and become singers instead.


Got your whole crew doing subpoenas
I am so good at rapping that I am causing other rappers to sue me, and they are getting their entire crew involved in the legal process as well.


Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
I am so ruthless and competitive that I will not hesitate to eliminate anyone who stands in my way, and I encourage others to carry weapons for protection.


I done made quadriplegics out of these non-rapping rejects
My lyrics are so powerful that they have rendered some rappers incapable of rapping ever again.


It ain't no secret that your shit sounds fake (fake)
I am not afraid to call out other rappers for their lack of authenticity and talent, as their music sounds fake to me.


Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
My crimes, or rather my lyrical 'crimes', are too advanced for the cops to catch me. They are powerless to stop me.


I'm like toothaches, I'm painful to rappers
My words, just like toothaches, are painful and difficult for other rappers to deal with. They are not used to this level of competition and skill.


This wounded dog in the street is sure looking good
Despite my many flaws and issues, I am physically and musically attractive to others, just like a wounded dog on the street may be appealing to some people.


My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece / 'Cause she found out I was having an affair with her 10-year-old niece
My personal life is a complete mess, as I am cheating on my girlfriend with a young child, and she retaliated violently against me.


Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
I am not in the mood to deal with any kind of obstacles or fights, as they could escalate quickly and become messy and dangerous.


Similar to your ass in a casket dead
My lyrics and skills are so powerful that they can destroy other rappers completely, just like someone who is dead and buried in a casket.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Mark Randy Bass, Marshall Bruce Mathers

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Comments from YouTube:

@Flyboisin23

Eminem 1999 -2002 was unstoppable and nobody was iller than during that time tbh

@user-te9vx8bx8y

This is 97.

@yourweirduncle4441

@594 .......damn

@joechemo4744

96-99 imo

@mjperkins5400

Canibus

@calvinmccarthy4222

You say that like there was ever someone iller before or after 2002. Name one mfker who can outrap em to this day, and don't be biased and say weezy or kanye or some stupid sht.
not tupac or biggie either. i understand the influence, but were talking strict craftsmanship and lyrical ability. Not even tupac or big could go toe-to-toe with em. idgaf what yall say, they would not win a battle.

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@detroitMC313

Bring theze types of beatz back.

@albrecht205

“I make rappers wanna turn into singers”

Mgk…

@Spanishdog17

Hahahahaha!!!

@isosceles_eye

Swift Predicted it.

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