Eminem - Rap God lyrics

"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to
Get this one chance"
(Six minutes, six minutes)
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
"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 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
It 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 livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap yap, yackety yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
While I'm practicin' 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 havin' a rough time period
Here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing
This masterpièce

'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 Ι 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
(Pew)
MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a
Vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, NWA, 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 and
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll 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 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 thinkin'?
Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say
It with a straight face, lookin' boy
(Ha ha) you're witnessin' a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church
Gathering take place, lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's 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 asked nobody for shit
Get outta my 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' 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'll 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 walkin' dead, but I'm
Just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
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 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 lookin' 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 tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The
Mathers LP 1 when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that
I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal
Comin' 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 write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new
Raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like
A fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he 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 speed
(JJ fad) uh, 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'm made of rubber so
That anything you say is
Ricochetin' off of me and it'll
Glue to you and 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'll 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 rippin' any one of
These verses that versus you it's curtains
I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
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'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz
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 askin' me to eliminate some
Of the women hate but if you take into
Consideration the bitter hatred
I have, 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 'em a cake then?
Don't mistake him 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?