Rap God


Tom: Bb
[Intro] Gm Gm Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings Gm But I'm only going to get this one chance Gm Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Gm Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what Gm 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 Gm You were just what the doctor ordered Gm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God Gm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Gm Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? Gm They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot Gm But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes Gm I got a laptop in my back pocket Gm My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Gm Got a fat knot from that rap profit Gm Made a living and a killing off it Gm Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office Gm With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack Gm I'm an MC still as honest Gm But as rude and as indecent as all hell Gm Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) Gm This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip-hop Gm You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap Gm Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak Gm Now at the exact same time Gm I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that Gm I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Gm Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Gm Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact Gm How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Gm Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad Gm It's actually disastrously bad for the wack Gm While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as Gm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God Gm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Gm Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? Gm Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard Gm Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Gm Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance Gm Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Gm Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since Gm MC's get taken to school with this music Gm Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme Gm Now I lead a new school full of students Gm Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- Gm -W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Gm Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position Gm To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Gm Roll Hall of Fame
Gm Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Gm Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame Gm On the wall of shame Gm You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames Gm Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Gm Little gay looking boy Gm So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy Gm You witnessing a massacre Gm Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy Gm Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy Gm You get a thumbs up, pat on the back Gm And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy Gm Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? Gm I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy Gm I'mma work for everything I have Gm Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy Gm Basically boy you're never gonna be capable Gm To keeping up with the same pace looking boy Gm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God Gm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Gm The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Gm Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Gm Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard Gm So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent Gm Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin' Gm And I should not be woken Gm I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating Gm But I got your mom deep throating Gm I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle Gm I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil Gm It's me, my honesty's brutal Gm But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though Gm For good at least once in a while Gm So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle Gm Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times Gm But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned Gm Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime Gm I know there was a time where once I Gm Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind Gm So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Gm Appeal with the skin color of mine Gm You get too big and here they come trying to censor you Gm Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 Gm Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine Gm Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine Gm See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was Gm But I've morphed into an immortal coming through the portal Gm You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though Gm And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for Gm You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows Gm You're like normal, fuck being normal Gm And I just bought a new Raygun from the future Gm To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Gm Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Gm Singin' to a man while they played piano Gm Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel Gm So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day Gm ''Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you'' Gm Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Gm Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human Gm What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Gm Innovative and I'm made of rubber Gm So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you Gm I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating Gm How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Gm Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting Gm For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating Gm Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated Gm I make elevating music, you make elevator music Gm Oh, he's too mainstream Gm Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it Gm It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it Gm With rock, shock rap with Doc Gm Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it Gm I don't know how to make songs like that Gm I don't know what words to use Gm Let me know when it occurs to you Gm While I'm ripping any one of these verses, that versus you Gm It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you Gm How many verses I gotta murder to prove Gm That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh) Gm School flunkie, pill junky Gm But look at the accolades the skills brung me Gm Full of myself, but still hungry Gm I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to Gm And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues Gm But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you Gm I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat Gm Bumping Heavy d and the Boys, still chunky, but funky Gm But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Gm Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me Gm They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate Gm But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had Gm Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation Gm And understand the discrimination Gm But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then Gm But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Gm Don't mistake it for Satan Gm It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas Gm And take a vacation to trip abroad Gm And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard Gm Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?
Composição: Eminem / B. Zayas Jr / D. Davis / D. Birks / F. Shaheed / J. Burns / J. Lee / K. Nazel / L. Walters / M. Delgiorno / S. HackerColaboração e revisão: Raiuan Marques

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