Up in the booth I always tell the truth. I say up in the booth I always tell the truth. Truth be told your rhymes are old and you stepped to me, I make your body turn cold. Like the corpse and the night I’m the rappers delight. To the hip hop hippie I make your body get drippy. Round and round we go why your words come out slow, so tell your mama and your cousin and your granny too. I’m a bad boy so what you gonna do? You can tell him all stories like a thief in the night but I’m gonna show up and start the fight. This go left to the right and right to the left, but my bars are the truth so stop the theft, you think you can steal my words and my style, but stop and come over to 8 mile. So I speak the truth when I’m up in the booth and all y’all gangsters gonna hang on your roof!