Cifra Club

Rap God

Eminem

Cifrado: Principal (guitarra y guitarra eléctrica)
tono: Bb
[Intro]  Gm
 
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Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings 
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But I'm only going to get this one chance 
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Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) 
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Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what 
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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 

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You were just what the doctor ordered 

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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? 
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot 

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But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes 
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I got a laptop in my back pocket 
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My pen'll go off when I half-cock it 
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Got a fat knot from that rap profit 
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Made a living and a killing off it 
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Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office 
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With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack 
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I'm an MC still as honest 
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But as rude and as indecent as all hell 
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Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) 
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This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip-hop 
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You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap 
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Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak 
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Now at the exact same time 
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I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that 
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I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table 
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Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half 
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Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact 
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How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
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Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad 
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It's actually disastrously bad for the wack 
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While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as 

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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? 
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Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard 

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Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got 
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Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance 
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Everybody loves to root for a nuisance 
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Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since 
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MC's get taken to school with this music 
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Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme 
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Now I lead a new school full of students 
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Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- 
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-W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim 
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Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position 
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To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin' Rock n' 
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Roll Hall of Fame 
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Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames 
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Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame 
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On the wall of shame 
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You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames 
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Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? 
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Little gay looking boy 
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So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy 
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You witnessing a massacre 
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Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy 
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Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy 
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You get a thumbs up, pat on the back 
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And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy 
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Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? 
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I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy 
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I'mma work for everything I have 
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Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy 
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Basically boy you're never gonna be capable 
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To keeping up with the same pace looking boy 

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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
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The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar 
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Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God 
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Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard 

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So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent 
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Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin' 
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And I should not be woken 
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I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating 
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But I got your mom deep throating 
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I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle 
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I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil 
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It's me, my honesty's brutal 
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But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though 
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For good at least once in a while 
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So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle 
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Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times 
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But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned 
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Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime 
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I know there was a time where once I 
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Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind 
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So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine 
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Appeal with the skin color of mine 
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You get too big and here they come trying to censor you 
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Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 
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Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine 
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Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine 
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See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was 
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But I've morphed into an immortal coming through the portal 
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You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though 
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And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for 
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You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows 
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You're like normal, fuck being normal 
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And I just bought a new Raygun from the future 
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To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 
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Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad 
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Singin' to a man while they played piano 
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Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel 
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So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day 
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''Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you'' 
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Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) 
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Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human 
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What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman 
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Innovative and I'm made of rubber 
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So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you 
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I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating 
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How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating 
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Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting 
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For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating 
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Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated 
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I make elevating music, you make elevator music 
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Oh, he's too mainstream 
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Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it 
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It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it 
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With rock, shock rap with Doc 
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Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it 
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I don't know how to make songs like that 
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I don't know what words to use 
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Let me know when it occurs to you 
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While I'm ripping any one of these verses, that versus you 
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It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you 
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How many verses I gotta murder to prove 
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That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh) 
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School flunkie, pill junky 
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But look at the accolades the skills brung me 
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Full of myself, but still hungry 
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I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to 
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And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues 
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But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you 
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I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat 
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Bumping Heavy d and the Boys, still chunky, but funky 
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But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling 
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Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me 
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They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate 
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But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had 
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Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation 
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And understand the discrimination 
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But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then 
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But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? 
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Don't mistake it for Satan 
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It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas 
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And take a vacation to trip abroad 
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And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard 
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Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?
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Colaboración y revisión:
  • Raiuan Marques
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