Rap God

Eminem

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[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
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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?
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Composición: Eminem, D. Davis, J. Burns, L. Walters, M. Delgiorno, B. Zayas Jr, D. Birks, F. Shaheed, J. Lee, K. Nazel y S. Hacker

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