Eminem - Rap God (Explicit)

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Video Director: Rich Lee
Video Producer: Justin Diener
Video Producer: Kathy Angstadt

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