“When y’all say Eminem is better and all that, I see it, I see it. I feel you,” he says. “And you know what? If you feel like Eminem is better than me, that’s your opinion. But it’s a lot of people that feel like I’m better than Eminem, and that’s they opinion. Me personally?— The Game
Is Eminem better than me? Nah, he not, bro. And I think the best way to see if he is or if I am is let’s rap about it. Let’s get up. Let’s get in the studio. Let’s rap about it. Let’s do something. Let’s put something out. Let’s see ’cause that’s what this shit is, bro. It’s rap.”
He continued his monologue by questioning why he’d ever admit any man was superior to him at anything. Not sure I see the logic behind this statement, as clearly there will always be people better than you at something, especially things that they specialize or put more work in, so thinking otherwise just makes you sound delusional.
“Even if a rapper was better than me, why the fuck would I ever say that another man is better than me at anything in life?” he said. “I’m striving to be the best human that I can possibly be — the best rapper, the best father, the best friend — you know what I’m saying — the most obedient to the Lord … N-ggas ain’t better than me at shit. You ain’t getting that off.— The Game
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. Bro, you can take it, run and go tell him, do whatever you want ’cause when it’s time to get down and it’s time to grab that mic and stand in front of that microphone and that booth, I’m gone air muthafuckas out every time, bro.”