Rap God

Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

Something's wrong, I can feel it

It's 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 are just what the doc 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 slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it 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 nutsack

I'm an MC, still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell, syllables, skill-a-holic, kill 'em all with

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity brat

Packing a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yak

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 motherfucking 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece

'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 long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining 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!)

MC's 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-D.M.C., induct them

Into the motherfucking Rock n' 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

Till I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay-looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy

You're witnessing a massacre like you're 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 get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit, get out my face, looking boy

Basically, boy

You never gonna be capable to keeping up with the same 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'll be Thor, I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading

Immediately with these bombs I'm toting

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 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 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 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

Morphing into an immortal, coming 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 fucking 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

Singing 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 coming at you at supersonic speed, J.J. Fad

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, 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 say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfucking 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 ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice as 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

Bumping 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 asking 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 handing 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?