Eminem - Rap God (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Rap God (en) Lyrics
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"Look, I was gonna go easy on you
not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
(Six minutes—, six minutes—)
"Something's wrong, I can
feel it" (Six minutes)
"It's just a feeling I've got (Six
minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
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
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 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
Killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy,
hibbedy 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 practicin' that
I'll still be able to break
a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots
and crack-crack, half-half
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 constructin'
this masterpièce
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel
like a Rap God, Rap God
Let me show you maintainin' this
shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret
to rap immortality like Ι 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 nothin' 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 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're witnessin' a mass occur
Like you're watchin' a church gatherin'
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 asked 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
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 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 lunch time
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 bein' normal
And I just bought a new ray
gun 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 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 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 too?
Ugh, school flunky, 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
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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