Rap God

LETRA

Rap God

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
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 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 slapbox, slapbox?
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
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 as 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 rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
Pack backpack rap, 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 under 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 slapbox, slapbox?
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 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, 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*** 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 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

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 Marshall Mathers Lp
One where I tried to say I 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've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the f*** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuc*** cornrows
You're like normal, f*** being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just 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 saying
Ricocheting off of me
And it'll glue to you
I'm never stating
More than never 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're half as nice at songs
You can sacrifice virgins too
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*** you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fuc*** 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
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 symphatetic to the situation
And understand the discrimation
But f*** it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the f***
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 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?