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Rap God
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God (3X)
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.
Rapbot
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 *** ain't that hard, that hard
My pen'll go off when I half-*** 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, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
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 ***' 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 *** think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and Tell me what in the *** are you thinking?
'Cause 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. Rapbot
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
Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight
face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching
a church gathering 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 *** 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, summa lumma dooma lumma 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 And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a ***' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that 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 Better "Lose Yourself" in the music
I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what virgins do. UHH!!
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
When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek, *** you I'm drunk so Satan take the *** 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 and
Here's what they want from me
...Shady.
Rap God