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    Rap God Lyric - Eminem


    [Intro:]
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    (Six minutes, six minutes)
    Something's wrong, I can feel it
    (Six minutes, 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 doctor ordered
    [Chorus:]
    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 slap box, slap box?
    They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

    [Verse 1:]
    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 Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
    With this rappity-rap
    Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
    backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
    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 Maxi-Pad
    It's actually disastrously bad
    For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

    [Chorus:]
    'Cause 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 slap box, slap box?
    Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

    [Verse 2:]
    Everybody want 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
    and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
    MC's 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? 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 being in a position
    To meet Run-D.M.C. 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'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 a plank and
    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're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering
    And 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 every day looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
    I'mma work for everything I have
    Never asked nobody for shit
    Git out my face looking boy
    Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
    of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

    [Chorus:]
    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'll 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 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 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 trying to
    Censor you like that one line I said
    On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
    One 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 nine
    See if I get away with it now
    That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
    You're pointless as Rapunzel
    With fucking cornrows
    You write normal, fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya
    Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
    'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
    At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man
    While he play piano
    Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
    On the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
    "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
    Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma 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 say is
    Ricochet in off a 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 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 ripping any one of these verses that versus 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 to
    Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
    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
    When I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue-and-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 and
    Here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic 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 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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