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 are just what the doc 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, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak. Now 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 maxi pad
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, 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 a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking
Little gay lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy
You witnessing a massacre Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin' 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 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 shit, get outta my face lookin' boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keeping up with the same pace lookin', 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 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 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 Mathers LP1
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 time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun 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 Mayweathers 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 say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' 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'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 Im ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
Its curtains, Im inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too. School flunkie, pill junky
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, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumpin' 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 and here's what they want from me
They're asking 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 fuck it, life's handin' 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 abroad
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