50 grinned. "I’ll set the tone. Let 'em know the chemistry is still there. We’re the untouchables."
50 stepped into the booth first. His voice was a calm, low-frequency threat. He spoke about the luxury, the Ferraris, and the inevitability of Shady/Aftermath dominance. When he finished his verse, he stepped out, the air still vibrating with his swagger. "Your turn, Marshall." Eminem - You Dont Know ft. 50 Cent, Cashis, Lloyd Banks
Marshall Mathers sat hunched over a notepad in the corner of a dimly lit studio. He wasn't the bleach-blonde firebrand of the early 2000s anymore; he was something more calculated, more insulated. He was a mogul now, and he was about to drop The Re-Up . 50 grinned
"The beat's got that 'funeral for an enemy' vibe, Em," 50 Cent said, walking into the booth. He leaned against the console, a diamond-encrusted crucifix swinging over a plain white tee. We’re the untouchables