Rap God (Mr. Cii Remix)

歌手: Eminem • 专辑:Curtain Call 2 • 发布时间:2022-08-05
作词 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/Matthew Del Giorno/Stephen Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/Juana Michelle Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
 作曲 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/Matthew Del Giorno/Stephen Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/Juana Michelle Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
 "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, 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 are 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 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 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, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
 This flippity dippity-hippity 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 mother****in' 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 maxi pad
 It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
 While I'm masterfully constructing 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 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 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–D.M.C., induct them
 Into the mother****in' 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 **** are you thinkin'?
 Little gay-lookin' boy
 So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
 You're witnessin' 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 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 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 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 **** that you rhyme for
 You're pointless as Rapunzel with ****in' cornrows
 You write normal? **** 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 mother****in' 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, **** you
 I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the ****ing 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 **** it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
 But if I can't batter the women
 How the **** 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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