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Look, I was gonna go easy on you and 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 as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You're 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 must be in my genes
I got a laptop from 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 ballsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables
Killaholic? (Kill 'em all with) this hickity-hippity-gippity-hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a fuckin' match
With this half-pity backpack
And a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Fact pack, rap, rap, yap, yap, yakity-yak now
At the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobats stunts
While I'm practicin' that I'll still be able
To break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of fuckers who 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
To 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 master piรฉ
'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 lost their root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid, did
Nothin' but shoot for the moon since
MCs 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'ma progress to 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 make Run-DMC induct them
Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I 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 faggots 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'?
You the fuckin', boy
So drunk I'm barely lucid with a straight face lookin', boy
You're witnessin' a massacre like you're watchin'
A church gathering take place lookin', boy
"Fuck, boy! Hey, that boy is 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 ask nobody for fuckin' help or 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' 'round the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt at the trailer park, the white trash car
Kneel before you know I'm out this planet, it's Krypton
No Asgard, Asgard
So you 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 walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom's ass on a stick like a pole
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 doodle
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 there's even you unsigned rappers
Are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunch time
I know there was a time where one side
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my pharaoh munch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
A beard with a skin color of mine
You get too big and it comes time to censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
When I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line and I'll blow 'em all up like a faggot
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
And I don't know why the fuck you run for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with no hair
Comatose like Norm, 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 SAP said he looked like a faggot
Made with his dad singin' to a man while they 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 speeds (J.J. Fad)
Ah, 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 made it rappin' so that anything you
Say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastatin', more than ever demonstratin'
How to give a motherfuckin' audience
A feelin' like it's entertainin', never fadin'
And I know the haters are forever waitin'
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebratin'
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevatin' 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
So 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 versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you was half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice a motherfucker to, uh?
School flunky, junkie
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 it, I'm drunk, so Satan, take the keys
For real, I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and them boys, still chunky but funky
But in my head, there's somethin' I can feel tuggin' and strugglin'
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But, bitch, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then
But if I can't break no 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 takin' vacations
To fuck a broad and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a bitch, be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?
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