Rap God_Eminem(에미넴)

 

Rap God_Eminem(에미넴)  

 

 

 

  

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)
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,
were 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 penll 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 me all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
with this rapidly rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac,
pack backpack rap, yep, yakety-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 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 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 aint
that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key
and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprints 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
MCs get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a 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, Easy,
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 fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking 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 boys 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
Imma 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

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 planets 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 honestys 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 punch lines
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 Munch 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 where I tried to say
I take seven kids from Columbine
Put me all in a line, add an AK-47,
a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now
that I aint as big as I was,
but I've Morphed 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're like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Ray gun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like
when Fabulous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like
a fag at May weather’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, Imma 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 saying
ricocheting off of me and itll 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 me 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 me 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 verses you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs
you can sacrifice virgins too
School flunkies, 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'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 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 cant 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?

 

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