Eminem – Rap God | iHeart

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Eminem

Look, I was gon sodium go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I ‘m lone going to get this one find
Something ‘s amiss, 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 do n’t know what
If that means, what I think it means, we ‘re in trouble, big trouble oneself,
And if he is deoxyadenosine monophosphate banana 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 movement to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap corner, slap box ?
They said I rap like a automaton, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a calculator must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back air pocket
My pen ‘ll go off when I half-c*** it
Got a fatness nautical mile from that rap profit
Made a life and a killing off it
always since Bill Clinton was distillery in agency
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I ‘m an MC still as dependable
But as ill-bred and indecent as all sin syllables, killaholic ( Kill ’em all with )
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy pelvis hop
You do n’t actually wan na get into a peeing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack tap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same clock I attempt these lyric acrobat stunts while I ‘m practicing
That I ‘ll placid be able to break a motherf***in ‘ table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
only realized it was dry 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 in time time period, here ‘s a Maxipad
It ‘s actually disastrously badly
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 battlefront to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are retentive enough to slap box, bang box ?
Let me show you maintaining this s*** ai n’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 merely rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the worldly concern like an asteroid, did nothing but blast for the moon since
MC ‘s get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a verse
now I lead a new school broad of students
Me ? I ‘m a merchandise 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 motherf***in ‘ Rock nitrogen ‘
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and outburst 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 cluster of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the f*** are you thinking ?
Little brave looking son
So gay I can barely say it with a straight grimace looking boy
You witnessing a ma**acre
Like you watching a church gathering take stead looking boy
Oy vey, that boy ‘s homosexual, that ‘s all they say looking boy
You get a finger up, glib on the back
And a manner to go from your label everyday looking son
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking male child ?
I got a “ hell yea ” from Dre looking boy
I’mma sour for everything I have
Never ask cipher for s***, get outta my face looking male child
Basically boy you ‘re never gon sodium be able
To keep up with the lapp 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 almighty
Let off then I ‘m reloading immediately with these bombs I ‘m totin ‘
And I should not be woken
I ‘m the walk dead, but I ‘m barely a talking head, a zombi floating
But I got your ma 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 court, schoolchild
It ‘s me, my honesty ‘s beastly
But it ‘s honestly bootless if I do n’t utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wan sodium make sure somewhere in this chicken rub I scribble and scribble
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I got tantalum keep a few punchlines good in event causal agent even you unsigned
Rappers are athirst looking at me like it ‘s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the belowground, but I even 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 excessively adult 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 ai n’t arsenic big as I was, but I ‘ve
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal site
You ‘re stuck in a clock warp from 2004 though
And I do n’t know what the f*** that you rhyme for
You ‘re pointless as Rapunzel with f***ing cornrows
You ‘re like normal, f*** being normal
And I fair bought a fresh Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J harebrained
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a tire at Maywhether ’ s pad
Singin ‘ to a man while they played piano
Man, ohio man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio post the very adjacent day
“ Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you ”
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic rush, ( JJ Fad )
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you a**uming I ‘m a human
What I got tantalum do to get it through to you I ‘m superhuman
Innovative and I ‘m made of rubber eraser
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 motherf***in ‘ audience a feeling like it ‘s levitating
Never evanesce, 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 excessively mainstream
Well, that ‘s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It ‘s not hip hop, it ‘s pop, causal agent I found a hella direction to fuse it
With rock candy, shock absorber pat with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it
I do n’t know how to make songs like that
I do n’t know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I ’ megabyte ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It ’ s curtains, I ’ m unwittingly hurtin ‘ you
How many verses I got tantalum murder to,
Prove that if you ‘re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins besides uh !
School flunkie, pill addict
But attend 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 distillery tongue in impudence, f*** you
I ‘m drink in indeed Satan take the f***ing rack, I ‘m asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my promontory 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 circumstance the bitter hatred that I had
then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But f*** it, life sentence ‘s pass you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I ca n’t batter the women how the f*** am I supposed to bake them a coat then ?
Do n’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 do n’t be a check
Be a king ? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God ?

Written by MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / ZAYAS, BIGRAM JOHN / DELGIORNO, MATTHEW ARTHUR / HACKER, STEPHEN / DAVIS, DOUGLAS L. / WALTERS, RICKY M. L. / BIRKS, DANIA MARIA / BURNS, JUANA MICHELLE / LEE, JUANITA A. / NAZEL, KIM R. / SHAHEED, FATIMAH
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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