Rap God Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - Eminem

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) 

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 must be in my genes 

I got a laptop in my back pocket 

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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 feeling 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-rap 

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 practicing that 

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 

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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 master piece (yeah) 

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 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 (Pew) 

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-D.M.C 

And induct them into the mothafuckin' 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 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-lookin boy 

So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy 

You're witnessing a mass-occur 

Like you're 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 every day, looking boy 

Hey, looking 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 shit 

Get outta my face, looking boy 

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up 

With the same pace, looking boy 

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 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 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 1 

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 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 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'ma kill you!" 

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) 

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, 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 and 

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating 

How to give a mothafuckin' 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 hurting you 

How many verses I gotta murder to 

Prove that if you were half as nice 

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? 

Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie 

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, fuck you 

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel 

I'm asleep in the front seat 

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz 

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 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 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 retard 

Be a king? Think not 

Why be a king when you can be a God?