Rap God Lyrics | Eminem
Rap God Lyrics | Eminem
  • Song : Rap God
  • Music : DVLP
  • Singer : Eminem
  • Lyrics : Marshall Mathers

Rap God Lyrics | 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 Something’s wrong,
I can feel it
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
Justic 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 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, yep, yackidy-yac 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 Maxipad It’s actually disastrously bad For the wack while I’m masterfully constructing
this masterpiece as
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 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 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 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 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 planking, tell me what in the f*ck are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a mass occur 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, 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 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 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 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 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 2004 though And I don’t know what the f*ck that you rhyme for You’re pointless as Rapunzel with

fucking cornrows You write normal, f*ck 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 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’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, 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, ill when I speak in tongues But it’s still tongue in cheek, f*ck 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 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 f*ck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can’t batter the women how the f*ck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don’t mistake it foSatanr

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?