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Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six
minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I 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 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-*** 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)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a ***
match With this rappity-rap, packing 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 practicing that I'll still be able to break a ***'
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 *** pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (Yeah) 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 Let me show you maintaining this *** 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 (Pew)
MC's 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 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'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 *** 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? Little gay-looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
You're witnessing a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take
place, looking 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 every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for ***
Get outta my face, looking boy Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
of keeping up With the same pace, looking boy Cause 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 toting 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 LP one 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 nine" See if I get away with it now that I ain't
as big as I was but I'm Morphing into an immortal coming through the
portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
And I don't know what the *** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with *** cornrows
You write normal? *** 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 *** at Mayweather's pad
Singing 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'ma kill you!" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J.
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
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 ripping any one of these verses
that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta *** to Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ungh, school flunky, 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, *** you
I'm drunk so Satan take the *** wheel I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping 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 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 *** it, life's handing you lemons, make
lemonade then But if I can't batter the women
How the *** am I supposed to bake them 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 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?