Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) - YouTube

("Rap God" by Eminem)

♪ Look ♪

♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪

♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪

♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪

♪ Six minutes ♪

♪ Something's wrong, 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 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 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 Rapbot ♪

♪ 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 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 brat ♪

♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪

♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪

♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪

♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' 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 maxipad ♪

♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪

♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪

♪ '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 wants 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-DMC and 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 of 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 (Ha!) ♪

♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪

♪ 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 everyday, lookin' boy ♪

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

♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy ♪

♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪

♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪

♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪

♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪

♪ Or 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 be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪

♪ You 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 walking' 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 ♪

♪ 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 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 LP1 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 he 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 that 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 rippin' any one of these verses ♪

♪ That verses 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 too?! ♪

♪ Ugh, school flunkie, 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'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? ♪