Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on) Just a feeling got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means, what I it means, we're in trouble, big trouble, And if he is as as you say, I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor
I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my I got a laptop in my back My pen'll go off when I it Got a fat knot from rap profit Made a and a killing off it Ever Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack I'm an MC as honest But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing with this rappidy rap Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac The exact same time I attempt lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing That I'll still be able to break a table Over the back of a of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough period, here's a Maxipad actually disastrously bad For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since MC's get taken to with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme Now I lead a new school of students Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll of Fame Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of On the of shame You fags think it's all a game 'til I a flock of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking? gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy You a massacre Like you watching a church gathering place looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy You get a up, pat on the back And a way to go your label everyday looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're gonna be capable To keep up with the pace looking boy
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White God Kneel General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading with these bombs I'm totin' And I not be woken I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating But I got your mom deep I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize I do though For good at least in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough But I gotta keep a few just in case cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime I know was a time where once I Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you Appeal with the skin of mine You get too big and here they come to, Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP One where I to say I take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've Morphed into an immortal coming the portal You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows You're like normal, fuck normal And I just bought a new from the future To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad Singin' to a man while they played Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station the next day "Hey, Fab, kill you" Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm of rubber So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and glue to you I'm never stating, than never demonstrating How to give a audience a feeling like it's levitating fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating Cause I know the way to get 'em I make elevating music, you make elevator Oh, he's too Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to it rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like I know what words to use Let me know it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you How many verses I gotta to, Prove if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh! School flunkie, junky But look at the accolades the skills me Full of myself, but hungry I bully cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a 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 D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky But in my there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils, what they want from me They asking me to some of the women hate But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation And understand the But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake Don't it for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas And a vacation to trip a broad And her fall on her face and don't be a retard Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?