Look, I was gon sodium go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I ‘m lone going to get this one chance ( six minutes, six minutes ) Something ‘s wrong, I can feel it ( six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you ‘re on ) Just a feel 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 And if he is a banana as you say, I ‘m not taking any chances You are just what the sophisticate ordered I ‘m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod immediately who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, 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 bet on scoop My penitentiary ‘ll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that pat net income Made a livin ‘ and a killin ‘ off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in function With Monica Lewinsky feelin ‘ on his nutsack I ‘m an MC however as good But as ill-mannered and indecent as all sin syllables, killaholic ( kill ’em all with ) This flippity dippity-hippity rap You do n’t actually wan na get into a make match with this rappidy bratwurst Packin ‘ a MAC in the back of the Ac ‘, backpack rap stool, yap-yap, yackity-yack And at the exact same clock time, I attempt these lyric acrobat stunts while I ‘m practicin ‘ that I ‘ll silent 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 approach Rappers are having a boisterous meter period, here ‘s a Maxipad It ‘s actually disastrously bad For the wack, while I ‘m masterfully constructing this masterpièce ‘Cause 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 farseeing enough to slap box, slap box ? Let me show you maintaining this crap ai n’t that arduous, that hard Everybody want the key and the mystery 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 Earth like an asteroid, did nothin ‘ but shoot for the daydream since ( pew ) Mc ‘s beget taken to school with this music ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the verse now I lead a modern educate 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 stead To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin ‘ Rock newton ‘ Roll Hall of Fame Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames lone 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 troop of flames Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin ‘ ? little homosexual lookin ‘ boy So brave I can scantily say it with a uncoiled confront lookin ‘ boy You witnessin ‘ a mass-occur Like you ‘re watchin ‘ a church gathering take seat lookin ‘ male child ” Oy vey, that male child ‘s brave ”, that ‘s all they say, lookin ‘ boy You get a flick up, chuck on the back And a “ Way-to-go ” from your pronounce every day, lookin ‘ son Hey, lookin ‘ boy, what you say, lookin ‘ boy ? I get a “ Hell yeah ” from Dre, lookin ‘ boy I’ma employment for everything I have never asked cipher for crap, get outta my face, lookin ‘ son Basically male child, you ‘re never gon sodium be capable Of keepin ‘ up with the same pace, lookin ‘ son ‘Cause I ‘m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front man to the back nod, back nod The way I ‘m racin ‘ around the racetrack, 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 reloadin ‘ immediately with these bombs I ‘m totin’ And I should not be woken I ‘m the walkin ‘ dead, but I ‘m barely a talkin ‘ point, a zombi floatin’ But I got your ma deep-throatin’ I ‘m out my ramen noodle, we have nothin ‘ in park, poodle I ‘m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay court, pupil It ‘s me, my honesty ‘s brutal 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 certain somewhere in this chicken chicken feed I scribble and scribble Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times But I got tantalum keep a few punchlines barely in encase ’cause even you unsigned Rappers are athirst lookin ‘ at me like it ‘s lunchtime I know there was a clock where once I Was king of the metro, but I still rap like I ‘m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine appeal with the clamber color of mine You get besides large, and here they come tryin ‘ to Censor you like that one line I said on “ I ‘m back ” from the Mathers LP One 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 ai n’t a 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 do n’t know what the sleep together that you rhyme for You ‘re otiose as Rapunzel with fuckin ‘ cornrows You write normal ? Fuck being normal And I precisely bought a new ray-gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J delirious ‘Cause Fab said he looked like a labor at Mayweather ‘s pad Singin ‘ to a man while he played piano Man, ohio man, that was a 24/7 extra on the cable channel So Ray J went directly to the radio place the identical future day ” Hey, Fab, I’ma kill you ” Lyrics coming at you at supersonic rush, ( JJ Fad ) Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin ‘ I ‘m a homo What I got tantalum do to get it through to you, I ‘m superhuman ? innovative and I ‘m made of condom So that anything you say is ricochetin ‘ off of me and it ‘ll glue to you I ‘m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin ‘ audience a feelin ‘ like it ‘s levitating Never fade, and I know that the haters are constantly 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 excessively 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 tap 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 ‘m rippin ‘ any one of these verses diverse as you It ‘s curtains, I ‘m unwittingly hurtin ‘ you How many verses I got tantalum mangle to Prove that if you were half as decent, your songs you can sacrifice virgins besides ? Uh School flunkie, pill addict But front at the accolades the skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bang-up 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 cheek, fuck you I ‘m drink so Satan take the fucking bicycle, I ‘m asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, silent chunky but funky But in my oral sex, 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 circumstance the bitter hatred I have then you may be a fiddling affected role and more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life ‘s hand you lemons, make lemonade then But if I ca n’t batter the women, how the sleep together am I supposed to bake them a coat then ? Do n’t mistake him for ( Satan ) It ‘s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be oversea And take a vacation to trip a broad And make her fall on her face and Do n’t be a decelerate, be a king ? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God ?
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