Mic in Hand
Eminem

Verse 1:
Yo, I’m the phantom in your attic, spittin' static in a habit,
Mad as a hatter, climbing ladders, not a shred of fear to carry,
Rhyme disaster, blast the faster, watch it shatter, did it matter?
Bringing chatter like a mad scientist—my mind's a loaded batter.

Chorus:
Mic in hand, I stand, no plan, just slam,
Cram every gram of the jam, it's a slam,
I'm the man, understand, in this land, I expand,
Got the world in my palm, with a charm that's a brand.

Verse 2:
I’m a wordsmith, a turf myth, like a surf riff, unearth swift,
Merch gift, my verse lift like a bird’s drift—no turf shift,
Twist the spit, quick wit, slick trick, minuet, the click’s lit,
In a fit, I transmit, every bit of it—can’t quit, I’ll admit.

Chorus:
Mic in hand, I stand, no plan, just slam,
Cram every gram of the jam, it's a slam,
I'm the man, understand, in this land, I expand,
Got the world in my palm, with a charm that's a brand.

Bridge:
Echoes on the track, hear the crack, feel the smack,
Lyrics stiff like a hack, but I’ll never look back,
Stack the racks, never slack, all attack—a heart that’ll crack,
With a knack for the whack, it’s a fact—let’s get back on the map.

Verse 3:
I’m the pulse of the pain, the veins in this game,
Uncontained, untamed, this flame can’t be blamed,
Rain in disdain, but I train and I gain,
In the lane of my brain, where I reign—there's no shame.

Chorus:
Mic in hand, I stand, no plan, just slam,
Cram every gram of the jam, it's a slam,
I'm the man, understand, in this land, I expand,
Got the world in my palm, with a charm that's a brand.

Outro:
So here’s the story told, in bold, in gold, behold,
With rhymes that unfold, I’m sold—never cold,
Watch it roll, as I strolled, like a hero, uncontrolled,
With the mic in hand, this wizard, the world will uphold.