rap god mr cii remix

Eminem

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
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 want 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 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
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 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?