Did eminem responded to the game, as latter’s disc goes viral ?

The Game was not given any restrictions or set back, about exposing or giving out deliberate thought about him. He was challenged to a drastic level, leading to serious fight.

Unfortunately, Eminem does not municipally reach the game anonymously or rather physically about the statement the latter made previously

the Game and Eminem Relationship

Eminem the rap god and the game have both been in the mcentscent on stage for the show. Eminem’s performance on stage was fascinating and pondered a lot of people to be naïve. The game continued. There was a certain time, he had held Eminem in an exceedingly high comment, as one of the most persuasive and respected hip-hop rappers.

He screamed aloud “Eminem Eminem, I love Eminem, he is amongst the best MCs”.

Guess what the game Said?

“ I thought Eminem was better than me, but I was wrong. I’m better than him”. The game continued praising himself. Eminem on Twitter in march 2022

A lot of arguments went viral on the net, disputing the fact that Eminem is better than me, simply because his records were purchased by many people.

Did the Game Say He Is A Better Rapper Than Eminem?

The Game continues to be seeking to get Eminem to head bar-for-bar with him.

Ever since The Game regarded Drink Champs, he is made it clear that he is on a task to get a reaction from Eminem. The rappers declare that he is a higher MC than the Detroit artist becomes met with combined reactions however he is extreme approximately scuffling with Eminem in some type of capacity.

Interview at Uproxx

During a current look on Uproxx’s Fresh Pair with Katty Customs and Just Blaze, The Game doubled down on his claims that he is a higher rapper than Eminem. The Game stated that hip-hop heads have been outraged because “humans do not need you to consider that you are now no longer higher than humans.” He went directly to provide an explanation for how Kobe Bryant became regularly in comparison to Jordan in antique interviews however the overdue Lakers legend might insist that he is additionally a one-of-one supermegacelebrity at the court.

Quoting The Game

“When I said what I said about Em, it was to challenge him. To challenge hip-hop. To ignite a rap riot. Not a street fight or not a ‘let’s pull out the straps’ but ‘nigga, get up and rap,’” he said. The Game explained that he did look at Eminem as the greatest rapper of all time but that was because of his history with Inters cope and Aftermath.

The Game Said he thought he is better than Eminem

“At one point in my career, I thought that Eminem was better than Jay just based off of ‘Renegade’ because The Source magazine said Eminem got Jay on that verse,” he continued, explaining that he’s comparing his skills to Eminem today without regard to their previous accomplishments. “You did it with MGK, why not do it with me?”

That’s when Just Blaze directly asked, “Why Eminem?

The Game Compares Himself to 50 Cent

Because 50 cents can not rap,” The Game responded, “and so, I gotta move and stage up and venture the higher rapper. That’s why. And now no longer to take something far from what 50’s doing. He ought to see it and tweet it however he is aware of I’m gonna reply or he should cross rap approximately it however he is gonna lose that battle.”

The Game Praised Eminem

The Game went on to offer 50 his “lifeless flowers” for his achievement as a tv government however had no religion in his bars. “I’m a rapper. He’s a rapper, and I am the higher rapper,” he continued. “When it involves rap, [50 Cent] cannot out rap me. So, your friend can rap, though. Nobody takes photographs of Eminem of this preconceived perception that he is higher than everybody. Well, I need motion and I need it today. And in case you are a rapper or a rap God – the word ‘God,’ we throw it around so loosely however if we certainly speaking about God, God controls everything. So, in case you’re a Rap God, manipulate me.”

Finally, The Game Acknowledged He Is A Better Rapper Than Eminem

The Game has doubled down on his assertion he’s a “higher rapper” than Eminem after he made comparable remarks all through his current Drink Champs interview.

His Opinion on Instagram

On Sunday, the rapper shared a clip on Instagram (as visible below) wherein he reiterated his belief that he’s the greater proficient MC, as a whole lot as he additionally indicates like Eminem. “When you all said Eminem is higher and all that, I see it, I see it. I sense you,” he stated. “And you realize what? If you sense like Eminem is higher than me, that’s your opinion. But it’s numerous humans that sense like I’m higher than Eminem, and that’s the opinion. Personally, is Eminem higher than me? No definitely, he isn’t.

Challenging Eminem to a studio rap battle

He went on to explain that if anyone has doubts about his talent, he and Eminem could hop in the studio and figure it out on wax. “I think the best way to see if he is or if I am is… let’s rap about it,” he continued. “Let’s do something, let’s put something out. Let’s see, because that’s what this shit is, bro. It’s rap.”

Giving reasons why he thinks he is a better rapper than Eminem

The game also explained that even if he did think Eminem was better than him, he probably wouldn’t admit it anyway. “I’m striving to be the best human that I can be—the best rapper, the best father, the best friend,” he added. “I also gave [Eminem] his props in the same accord. As far as being better than me, Nah. Eminem is not better than me. Bro, I’m better than him. I said it again and I’ll keep saying it again, bro. It is what it is.”

Swizz [Beatz] and Timbaland realize that it’s larger than Verzuz,” he stated across the 1:37:20 mark. “I’m now no longer announcing I need smoke with Eminem, I’m saying I need smoke with Eminem, him, and him, whoever.”

Comparing Kanye West and Dr Dre Impact on his career

Game additionally stated on Drink Champs that Kanye West boosted his profession greater in two weeks than Dr. Dre did within side the entirety in their relationship.

The Game Black Slim Shady Lyrics

Interlude 1: Uber Driver]

Hey, grandma

Yeah, I’m still out makin’ my Uber runs

I’ll be home soon

I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile

Okay, okay, love you too

[Intro: The Game]

G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G)

Shady Aftermath (Yeah)

Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let’s go

Yeah (G-G)

Rina Sawayama “This Hell” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified

 

[Chorus: The Game]

I don’t think they know who they fuckin’ with

Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin’ clips

Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady

I unpack the heat with my oven mitts

I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit

Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady

 

[Verse 1: The Game]

It’s Game, sick in the brain

Sick as the day that I came

Hennessy runnin’ through my veins, I load up the clip and aim

Sick of you niggas talkin’ like you won’t get wet in the rain

Now I’m singin’ Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane

Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same

Lame games they playin’, lyin’, tryin’ me for my name

I stick my dick in your podcast

Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it’s ridiculous, she watchin’ it grow

Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies

If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt

Now you crawlin’ out the driver side like a centipede

And me, I’m finna be on a jet to the Phillipines

Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don’t intervene

While I’m smashin’ Saweetie pussy to smithereens

It’s the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I’m him

Puttin’ this big black dick in your Skims

[Chorus: The Game]

I don’t think they know who they fuckin’ with

Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin’ clips

Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady

I unpack the heat with my oven mitts

I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit

Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady

 

[Verse 2: The Game]

I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night

I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night

Chopped his body up, and forgot where I placed it last night

Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn’t taste it last night (Hahaha)

Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion

Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on

So fee-fi-fum, I’m with 40 goin’ dumb

Not E-40, the other 40, I’m with Canadians in Drake’s house

(Havin’ a stakeout)

And I’m so tired of orderin’ takeout, what’s beef?

Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out

So let’s play house with the Dracos and the AR

Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard

And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet

(Here it is another BBL)

And my dick get little on the internet

My intellect is NFTs and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though

I tip-toe with my red rag around six O’s

[Interlude 2: Uber Driver & The Game]

Chuck?

Yeah

Hey, man, let’s get you out the rain

Good lookin’, how’s your night goin’, bro?

I’m cool, man, you don’t need that mask

Nobody cares about that shit anymore

You got a charger up there with you?

Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too

Good lookin’, homie

Ayo, I really fuck with that starter cap, that shit hard as fuck

Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace

What?

He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago

Damn

It’s my favorite

Can I see that shit for a minute?

Uh, yeah, sure

Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything

Who signed it for you?

Eminem

He used to be like this rap God

Man, me and my brother praised him

Back when I was little, I don’t really like any of his new stuff

Woah, wait, I know where we’re goin’, wait, why do you have a gu—?

Yo, shut the fuck up

Ayy, man, I’m drivin’, I’ll get you there, wait

I’ll take you, I’m a fan, it’s cool

Stop lookin’ back, stop lookin’ back here

It’s cool, dude, man, you don’t need to do this

Focus on the fuckin’ road

Okay

Yo, come on, man

Alright

Drive

Alright, alright

Drive

We’ll go, we’ll go

Shut the fuck up

Alright

 

[Verse 3: The Game]

Ask Dre

All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10

One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin’ Black, skin

This ain’t no suit that I wore

This ain’t a mansion, a hangin’ plaque, this ain’t no stupid award

So, oh, he goes platinum

And, oh, I’m on the ‘Math with him

He got all the Blackest friends

He wants to be African, me

Left for dead on the Doctor’s Advocate

Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it

Oh, here goes the magic tricks

Candy shops and the magic stick

DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again

You depressed, you just maskin’ it

You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin

But the math wasn’t mathin’ in

So pass me the torch ’cause the torture in my mind

With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye

To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9’s

When you was pretendin’ to be the white Royce da 5’9″

I just crossed a fine line

Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine

And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don

So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine

I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar

Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car

I’d rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times

And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you

You’re a Karen, call the cops, tell ’em it’s a Black man on your block

With a Glock and he got it cocked

And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop

He standin’ on a teal drop and he says he can feel ‘Pac in the air

Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin’

(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island)

So silence, I’m—, I’m thinkin’, uh, mm, yeah

Nothin’ rhymes with orange

So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up

Shoot the fade with me, I’d love to put these hands up

I could 40 Glocc you, unarmed

Drop the world on your head with one arm

Dear Slim, Hailie’s with me and she’s unharmed for now (Dad, I’m really scared)

These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defense

‘Cause G’s ain’t supposed to fold up

With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up

I’m cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona

The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona

On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin’ Jehovah

The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)

Twenty-three years, still ain’t penetratin’ the culture

You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or ‘Pac eyes

No André, no Nas, stop tellin’ white lies

Sniff a white line, this the right time

I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I’m not Mr. Nice Guy

 

[Bridge: The Game]

I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)

I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)

I’m not Mr. Nice Guy

I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)

Dre know

I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)

Way to fuckin’ go

 

[Verse 4: The Game]

You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope

Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope

(‘Cause I’m shady) Shadier than him

(I’m crazy) Crazier than Kim

So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings

I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains

Oh, you think I’m a Joker? Well, riddle me this

You love your mother?

Well, I’m cleanin’ out your closet for you and your half-brother

And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanna go to 8 Mile

‘Cause when I was little to get some M&M’s, I had to walk eight miles

But you wouldn’t leave the studio, your life is on loop

That’s why I’m doggy in style, ’cause niggas rather bump Snoop

And I’m a lyrical .50 cal

Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin’

The chainsaw, vrin, vrin

Hello? Hello?

Pagin’ Dr. Dre?

He ain’t got a lot to say

But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you

Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt’ and force ’em back in the cocoon

Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?

The chick on the show wasn’t pickin’ me and Mariah wasn’t pickin’ you

So the cannons is blam-blammin’ and if it jam then I unjam it

And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana

You wish you was Santana or Cam in them 10 J’s

Durag for ten years and never had one wave

And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave

And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day

Now I’m here, hope you ready, this is not mom’s spaghetti

This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil’ Debbie

He takes the cake

‘Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin’ you as a teen?

She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams

Just to see her son out here lookin’ like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)

Little Marshall Mathers

Mad ’cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters

That sentiment’s hard to gather

Let’s get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it

But none with me, you, and 50, let’s stitch this shit all together

You like it, Slim?

I made it just for you

I even kidnapped Stan’s brother and baited him here for you

But you would just say, “No”

Probably leave us in the blistering cold

God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul

You ain’t the shell of who you used to be

And after you, it’s me, on the Uzi spree like it’s two of me

And Matthew’s dead now, it’s just you and me

The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry

Umm, is that cultural appropriation?

Ask Paul if it’s even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me

How your day went?

Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom’s basement

Until you nod and see spaceships

And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent’s wasted

Then you wake up and you ain’t shit

I know you fiendin’ for a Dr. Dre bass hit

How ironic, an addict in a basement

And now I chronic, ’cause I done had it with the fake shit

You never understood ebonics or a cadence

I press everything like a weight bench

And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist

Sorry, it ain’t workin’ out

Niggas shootin’, Billy Blanks (It’s my winner’s speech)

While I’m here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray

My other twelve personalities wasn’t really in the mood today

Hi, kids, here’s somethin’ funny, let’s all say, “Nigga” once

Crashed the car, hit and run

Jumped out, hid the gun

Your fans want a rap god, well, fuck it, I’ma give ’em one

I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one

 

[Outro: The Game]

Mr. Shady, don’t be shady

Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy

Call up Dre and get that Dre beat

Jump off stage if shit get crazy

Mr. Shady, don’t be shady

Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy

Call up Dre and get that Dre beat

Jump off stage if shit get crazy