Easily, do you listen to Jay Z?

This isn't even him at his most complex, but it's easily more layered than anything Eminem can come up with. The fourth line is one of the few agreed upon triple entendres in hip-hop, in that there are three meanings without any being a reach. Jay Z's skill is in saying more with less. An efficient lyricist.

I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them

I jack, I rob, I sin

Aww man, I'm Jackie Robinson

'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen

Lucky me, luckily, they didn't get me

Now when I bring the Nets, I'm the black Branch Rickey

From Brooklyn corners, burnin' branches of sticky

Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippie

I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T

With no history in my borough, they borrow

With no intentions of returnin', tomorrow

The sun don't come out for many, like Annie

Half orphan, mama never had an abortion

Papa sort of did, still I managed to live

I go hard, I owe it all to the crib

Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this?