EMINEM - RAP GOD

Taken from Eminem's 2013 album MMLP2, Rap God is just one of the best rap songs of the last decades. Eminem explains that rap is the only thing he can do in life. It became the purpose of his life, he learned from the best, and luckily he's successful in doing it.

'Rap God' Lyrics added below:



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 SLAPBOX, SLAPBOX?
THEY SAID I RAP LIKE 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 killin' 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 rap, packing a Mac
In the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
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 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 having a rough time
Period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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 SLAPBOX, SLAPBOX?
LET ME SHOW YOU MAINTAINING 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 nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, 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 n'
Roll Hall of Fame, even though I walk
In the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I 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 planking, 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 witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vei, 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

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 EARNHART OF THE TRAILER PARK, THE WHITE TRASH GOD
KNEEL BEFORE GENERAL ZOD THIS PLANET KRYPTON
NO ASGARD, ASGARD

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately
With these bombs I'm totin'
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 to try
And 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 tryna censor you
Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm morph into an immortal
Coming through the portal
But 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're like normal. Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywheather's pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Oh, man, oh, 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'mma kill you
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, JJ Fad
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa 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 saying
Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never 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'd 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 diverse as you, it's curtains
I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs
You can sacrifice virgins too
School flunkie, pill junky, but look at the accolades
The 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'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
Still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with Devils, here's what they want from me

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
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 it 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 - don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not
Why be a King when you can be a God?!

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