Eminem:Rap God

**"Rap God"** é uma música do rapper Eminem, presente no álbum *The Marshall Mathers LP 2* de 2013.

## Letra

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

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 were just what the doctor 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 slapbox, slapbox?

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 living and a killing 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 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 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 under 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, 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 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 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 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 Earnhardt of the trailer park

The White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's 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 trying to 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've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a timewarp 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 Maywhether's pad

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'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 symphatetic to the situation

And understand the discrimation

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 and don't be a retard

Be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?