Eminem’s VIBE Real Rap Cover x #1 Stan Contest
Following the success of last year’s issue with Young Jeezy, Eminem graces the cover of VIBE‘s 2nd Annual Real Rap magazine. On stands May 19. The same date his album Relapse is due to drop. But even more interesting is an interesting contest revolving around the issue.
“VIBE Verses Presents No. 1 Stan” gives aspiring artists a chance to showcase their skills to the man himself, Marshall Mathers who will crown the finalists.
“Battling is the way I came up, so it’s gonna be interesting to watch a rap battle unfold online,” states Eminem. “VIBE is taking it out of the clubs and street corners and putting it on the net. MCs better bring it, because I’m watching.”
After the jump, peep the details.
“In the contest’s first phase, all entrants will rhyme for 60 seconds over a specially selected instrumental track and submit video clips of their performance on numberonestan.com due by April 21, 2009. VIBE will send the Top 10 finalists (determined by VIBE.com user votes) a second instrumental track to rhyme over for 60 seconds, which will then be submitted to Eminem for careful review. His personal selection of the final two will be made by May 8, 2009. Arrangements will be made for the two finalists to be flown to a VIBE event where the winner will be crowned by audience response, presented with an engraved microphone certifying them as Eminem’s “No.1 Stan,” and featured in VIBE magazine and on VIBE.com.”
I gotta feeling the Internet is about to go nuts.
Im gonna mos def at least try it out. Who knows what may happen, right?
Dammnn , eminem is taking over!! Nice Promotion for him 🙂
This will be a good look for the winner. First Paul Wall now Eminem got the internet going nuts.
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I can understand people wanting to win, but do you really want to be labelled “Number 1 Stan”…
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Hoodaggadon
I’m gonna die send a couple demons to heaven loose a
klip in a A.K 47 N pull out the Mac 11
they close they’re eyes hear gun’s screaming bullets lokn killN niggas for no reason he
gone die n smell
go to hell kuz he’s a piece of shyt it aint hard for him to tell death of me left a spell that dwell within
ur L that’ll
make ur throught swell o well it aint for me 2
say I leave it in god’s hands
in his name I pray that he may make it
through the day until the end of time 2012
rewind to 1999 real nigga rydn
on the front willy of fire
hellmary burning down the city screaming thuglife
wispering pac is still
alive I ryde until I died ask my ma’ma why thugz crie
all eyes over my grave above my casket pooring
Bad boy lies diddy did it did he yeah he do it biggie
fry’s while shakur rise Nigga I seek you Hide high
in a black bag mumma fide moments of terror
crusafictial homicides know it’s
maggets crawling out vortical I’m a hurry up n barry
you creeping shadow proof throw bodies off the roof make it poof
I take souls I forever had the juice mixed with grey goose typing typsie
drunk so I’m gonna tell the hood the truth
I feel like shooting copz and not give a fuck because I’m just a nigga from the block tryn to spend a buck n change before I hit em up so I maintain i had anuff of tight cuffs I rather a bang let da gun bust pop pop sirens rush just in time to witness bodies drop
Hoodaggadon
I’m gonna die send a couple demons to heaven loose a
klip in a A.K 47 N pull out the Mac 11
they close they’re eyes hear gun’s screaming bullets lokn killN niggas for no reason he
gone die n smell
go to hell kuz he’s a piece of shyt it aint hard for him to tell death of me left a spell that dwell within
ur L that’ll
make ur throught swell o well it aint for me 2
say I leave it in god’s hands
in his name I pray that he may make it
through the day until the end of time 2012
rewind to 1999 real nigga rydn
on the front willy of fire
hellmary burning down the city screaming thuglife
wispering pac is still
alive I ryde until I died ask my ma’ma why thugz crie
all eyes over my grave above my casket pooring
Bad boy lies diddy did it did he yeah he do it biggie
fry’s while shakur rise Nigga I seek you Hide high
in a black bag mumma fide moments of terror
crusafictial homicides know it’s
maggets crawling out vortical I’m a hurry up n barry
you creeping shadow proof throw bodies off the roof make it poof
I take souls I forever had the juice mixed with grey goose typing typsie
drunk so I’m gonna tell the hood the truth
I feel like shooting copz and not give a fuck because I’m just a nigga from the block tryn to spend a buck n change before I hit em up so I maintain i had anuff of tight cuffs I rather bang let da gun bust pop pop sirens rush just in time to witness bodies drop