Title - Rap God
Artist - Eminem
Eminem - Rap God Lyrics:
[Intro]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
It's just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble!
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered
[Hook 1]
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my gene
[Verse 1]
I got a laptop in my back pocket, my pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit, made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office with Monica Lewinsky feeling on his (nut-sack)
I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) this slickety, gibbdy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yakety-yak
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
[Verse 2]
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme, wow I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame, even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy
[Hook 3]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
[Verse 3]
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken, I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating but I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal, but it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while so I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime, I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine, you get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1 where I
Tried to say "I take seven kids from Columbine, put 'em all in a line
Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal, you're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for, you're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future to just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad, singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day, "Hey, Fab...!"
"I'mma kill you", lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human, what I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating how to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting for the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream", well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip hop, it's pop" - 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
"With rock, shock rap with Doc" - throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that, I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you, while I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you, how many verses I gotta murder to...
...prove that if you're half as nice as your songs, you can sacrifice virgins too, UUH!
School flunkie, pill junky, but look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to and I'm a million leagues
Above you, ill when I speak in tongues but it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me...
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation and understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons? Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women - how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for Satan, it's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To *trip a broad* and make her fall on her face, and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?
