Eminem - Rap God. (Clean)
Autor: Qast Qast | Publicado: 2014-12-27T19:02:00-08:00

&nbsp;Eminem - Rap God. (Clean)



Look, I was gonna go easy on youAnd not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chanceSomething's wrong, I can feel itJust a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it meansWe're in trouble, big troubleAnd if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor orderedI'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their armsAre long enough to slapbox, slapbox?They said I rap like a robotSo call me RapbotBut for me to rap like a computerMust be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and indecent as all hellSyllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappidy rapPacking a Mac in the back of the AcPack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yacAnd at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stuntsWhile I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow?All I do is drop F-bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a maxipadIt's actually disastrously bad for the wackWhile I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece asI'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their armsAre long enough to slapbox, slapbox?Let me show you maintainingThis shit ain't that hard, that hardEverybody want the keyAnd the secret to rap immortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rageAnd youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidDid nothing but shoot for the moon sinceMC's get taken to school with this musicCause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhymeNow I lead a new school full of studentsMe? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac NW. A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, EazyThank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and be in a positionTo meet Run DMC and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of FameEven though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say itWith a straight face looking boyYou witnessing a massacreLike you watching a church gatheringTake place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a way to go from your label everydayLooking boyHey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever ask nobody for shitGet outta my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableTo keep up with the same pace looking boyI'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the trackCall me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer parkThe White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's KryptonNo Asgard, AsgardSo you be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloading immediatelyWith these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking headA zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my ramen noodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the armAnd pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhereIn this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes to maybe to tryAnd help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case'Cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at meLike it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too bigAnd here they come trying to censor youLike that one line I said on "I'm Back"From the Marshall Mathers LPOne where I tried to say I take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I wasBut I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrowsYou're like normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new Raygun from the futureTo just come and shoot ya likeWhen Fabolous made Ray J madCause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Maywhether's padSingin' to a man while they played pianoMan, oh man, that was a 24 7 specialOn the cable channelSo 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 lamaaYou assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to youI'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubberSo that anything you sayingRicocheting off of meAnd it'll glue to youI'm never statingMore than never demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audienceA feeling like it's levitatingNever fadingAnd I know that the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell offThey'd be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating music, you make elevator musicOh, he's too mainstreamWell, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse itIt's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these versesDiverse as youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder to proveThat if you're half as nice at songsYou can sacrifice virgins tooSchool flunkie, pill junkyBut look at the accolades the skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself cause I make me doWhat I put my mind toAnd I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue in cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys, still "Chunky, But Funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devilsHere's what they want from meThey asking me to eliminateSome of the women hateBut if you take into considerationThe bitter hatred that I hadThen you may be a little patientAnd more symphatetic to the situationAnd understand the discrimationBut fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the women how the fuckAm I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake it for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face and don't be a retardBe a king? Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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