Rap God Lyrics | American Rapper Eminem
Rap God Lyrics | American Rapper Eminem
SONG: Rap God
ARTIST: Eminem
ALBUM: Rap God
Rap God Lyrics
“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, 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 are 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 Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it 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 livin’ and a killin’ off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ 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 pissin’ match
With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC 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 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 maxi pad
It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce 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 want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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–D.M.C., 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 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-ha!)
You’re witnessin’ 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 every day, lookin’ boy
Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy?
I get 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
Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause—
‘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 racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar
Dale earnharot of the trailer park, the white trash God
Kneel before general zoo this planet Krypton no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you Rodent, i’m Omnipotent let off then
I’mm 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 honestly brutal
But it’s honestly futile
If i don’t utilize what i do through
for good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
chicken scratch i scribble and Noodle
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 omce 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 2004 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 bieng 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 looke like
A fag at Maywhether’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’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 ricocheting off of me
and it’ll glue to you
i’m devasting, 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 jealours
They confuse it
It’s not hip hop, its 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 were half as nice
Your songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
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
i’ll when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so satan take the fucking wheel
I’ 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 asking 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 handing you lemons
make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
How the fuck 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?
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