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I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to 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 (***) I'm an emcee still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell Syllable, killaholic [?]
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a piece of
match With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the
back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts when I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a *** table over the back of a couple [?] and crack
it in half Only realized it was ironic I was on the 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; he's
a maxipad It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece ***
I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to slapbox?
Let me show you maintaining this *** ain't that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint is simply raging youthful [?]
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hither up like an asteroid, did nothing but
chew other moons in Emcees get taken to school with this music
cause I use it as a vehichle to bust a rhyme Now I lead a new school of students
Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz, 2Pac and
W.N, Cube, 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 to the *** Rock and 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 [?] it's all a game till I woke a flock
of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the ***
were you thinking? Little B looking boy, so [?] I can barely
say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a massacre like you watching
a church gathering take place looking boy Oh [?] that's all they say looking boy
You take a thumbs up, pat on the back the way you go from your label everyday looking
boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a hell yeah from Tre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have, never ask
nobody for *** Get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy
I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar
[?] heart of the trailer park, the white trash God
Kneel before generals off this planett's Krypton, no Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you [?], I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken I'm a walking dead, but I'm just a talking
head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep in [?]
I'm out my ramen noodle We have nothing in common, poodle
? 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 ? I scratch, scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and 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 A pill with the skin color of mine
You get too big and [?] Like that one line
When I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line
See if I get away with it now then I ain't as big as I was but I'm
Morph into an immortal, coming through the portal
But you're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though And I don't know what the *** that you rhyme
for You're pointless as Rapunzel with ***
cornrolls *** being normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future to just come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Oh, man, oh, that was a 24 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
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovator, made [?] so anything you saying ricocheting off of me
Never fading, and I know that 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 doing 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
[?] to make them loose 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 of these verses
How many verses I gotta *** to prove That if you're half as nice at songs you can
sacrifice virgins too School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the 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 Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fighting with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation
And understand the discrimation But *** it, life's handing you lemons, make
lemonade then But if I can't battle the women how the ***
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 tip a broad
And make a [?] on the face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not -- why be a king when you can be a God?