Rap God Lyrics - Eminem

Rap God Lyrics is a English song from the album The Marshall Mathers LP 2. This Most Popular English Song Sung By American Rapper Eminem and also music composed by Eminem. You tube video song can be watched below.

Rap God Lyrics - 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."

 Six minutes.  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 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 it 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 livin' and a killin' off it

 Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

 With Monica Lewinsky feelin' 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 hip-hop

 You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

 With this rappity brat, 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 practicein' 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 havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

 It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

 While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpice

 '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 maintainin' 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!)

 MCs 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., induct them

 Into the motherfuckin' Rock and 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 thinkin'?

 Little gay-lookin' boy

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

 You're witnessin' a massacre

 Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

 "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy

 You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

 And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

 Hey, lookin' boy!  What you say, lookin' boy?

 I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

 I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit

 Get outta my face, lookin' boy!

 Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

 Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' 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 racin' 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're rodent, I'm omnipotent

 Let off, then I'm reloadin'

 Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

 And I should not be woken

 I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

 But I got your mom deep-throatin'

 I'm out my Ramen Noodle

 We have nothin' 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 lookin' 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 tryin'

 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 9

 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

 Morphin' into an immortal, comin' 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 fuckin' 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

 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'ma kill you!"

 Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

 Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' 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 ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and

 I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

 How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

 Never fading, and I know the haters are waiting forever

 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 rippin' 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?

 Ungh, school flunky, 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'ma sleep in the front seat

 Bumpin' 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 askin' 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 handin' 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 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?

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Rap God Song Details

Song Title: Rap God

Singer: Eminem

Artist Featuring: Eminem

Music Label: Eminem Music

Released: 2019

Genre: Hip hop

Length: 6:04

Songwriters: Juana Michelle Burns / Fatimah Shaheed / Dania Maria Birks / Stephen Hacker / Bigram John Zayas / Marshall B III Mathers / Douglas L Davis / Ricky M L Walters / Juanita A Lee / Kim R Nazel / Matthew Arther Delgiorno / Ronald H Robinson.

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