Rap god Rap song lyrics |Eminem|
Rap god explicit rap song by eminem.This rap song published for only lyrics purpose.
Rap:Rap god
Artist:Eminem
Rap god Rap song lyrics in English
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (For 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)
[Hook:]
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
[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-@@#! 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, 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 rappidy-rat pack
In a Mac in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-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 mother$#&@in' table
Over the back of a couple of !@$)gots 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, cause
[Hook:]
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 %#@! 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 '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, induct them into the mother$#&@in' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You !@$)s think it's all a game
Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank, and tell me what in the $#&@ are you thinking
Little gay lookin' 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, lookin' boy, what you say looking boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking, boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for %#@!, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keeping up with the same pace looking, boy
[Hook:]
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 toting
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 morphing into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the $#&@ that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with $#&@ing cornrows
You write normal, $#&@ being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a !@$) at Mayweather's pad
Singing 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 (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you $$#uming 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 devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a mother$#&@in' 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'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
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
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, $#&@ you
I'm drunk so Satan take the $#&@ing 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 $#&@ it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the $#&@ 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 abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a !@$!
Be a king? Think not ? why be a king when you can be a god
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (For 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)
[Hook:]
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
[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-@@#! 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, 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 rappidy-rat pack
In a Mac in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-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 mother$#&@in' table
Over the back of a couple of !@$)gots 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, cause
[Hook:]
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 %#@! 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 '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, induct them into the mother$#&@in' Rock n'
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 !@$)s think it's all a game
Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank, and tell me what in the $#&@ are you thinking
Little gay lookin' 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, lookin' boy, what you say looking boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking, boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for %#@!, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keeping up with the same pace looking, boy
[Hook:]
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 toting
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 morphing into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the $#&@ that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with $#&@ing cornrows
You write normal, $#&@ being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a !@$) at Mayweather's pad
Singing 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 (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you $$#uming 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 devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a mother$#&@in' 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'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
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
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, $#&@ you
I'm drunk so Satan take the $#&@ing 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 $#&@ it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the $#&@ am I supposed to bake them a cake then
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a !@$!
Be a king? Think not ? why be a king when you can be a god
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