Eminem - Rap God

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("Rap God" by Eminem)

Look

I was gonna go easy on you

And not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

Six minutes

Something's wrong, I can feel it

Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on

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 doc ordered

I'm beginnin' 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 slap box, slap box? ♪

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

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, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappidy brat

Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac

And at the exact same time, I attempt these

Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' 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 havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' 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 slap box, slap box? ♪

Let me show you maintainin' this shit

Ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody wants the key and the secret

To rap immortality like I have got

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

Pew! ♪

MCs get taken to school with this music

♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪

Now 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 and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll 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 a plank and

Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? ♪

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay I can barely say it

With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha!) ♪

You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪

Like you're watching a church gathering

Take place, lookin' boy

♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" ♪

That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? ♪

I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' 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

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head

A zombie floatin' ♪

But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪

I'm out my Ramen noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

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 to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case

♪ 'Cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' 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 LP1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪

See if I get away with it

Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to 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 he 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'ma kill you!" ♪

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed

♪ J.J. Fad

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' 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 say is ricochetin' ♪

Off of me and it'll glue to you and

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'll 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 rippin' any one of these verses

That verses you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪

Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these 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'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪

But in my head there's something

I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and

Here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration

The bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' 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 him 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? ♪

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