EMINEM - RAP GOD SONG WITH LYRICS
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
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 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 as 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 rap, Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, Pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
Now 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 yeah
'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 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, 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 PEEYOOM, MC's get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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, 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 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 massacre 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 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 it up with the same pace looking boy, cause
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
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 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've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal, You're stuck in a timewarp 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're 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 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'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, Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating more than ever demonstrating, How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know 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 were half as nice at songs, You could sacrifice virgins to, School flunkie, 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 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 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 that 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 it for Satan, It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad, 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?