Rap God
Eminem
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[Intro] GmGm Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelingsGm But I'm only going to get this one chanceGm 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 whatGm 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 chancesGm You were just what the doctor orderedGm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodGm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nodGm Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?Gm They said I rap like a robot, so call me RapbotGm But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesGm I got a laptop in my back pocketGm My pen'll go off when I half-cock itGm Got a fat knot from that rap profitGm Made a living and a killing off itGm Ever since Bill Clinton was still in officeGm With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sackGm I'm an MC still as honestGm But as rude and as indecent as all hellGm Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)Gm This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip-hopGm You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rapGm Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yakGm Now at the exact same timeGm I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatGm I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableGm Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfGm Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the factGm How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackGm Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipadGm It's actually disastrously bad for the wackGm While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece asGm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodGm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nodGm Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?Gm Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hardGm Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have gotGm Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberanceGm Everybody loves to root for a nuisanceGm Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon sinceGm MC's get taken to school with this musicGm Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhymeGm Now I lead a new school full of studentsGm Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-Gm -W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimGm Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a positionGm To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin' Rock n'Gm Roll Hall of FameContinúa después del anuncioGm Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flamesGm Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fameGm On the wall of shameGm You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flamesGm Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Gm Little gay looking boyGm So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boyGm You witnessing a massacreGm Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boyGm Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boyGm You get a thumbs up, pat on the backGm And a way to go from your label everyday looking boyGm Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?Gm I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyGm I'mma work for everything I haveGm Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boyGm Basically boy you're never gonna be capableGm To keeping up with the same pace looking boyGm I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodGm All my people from the front to the back nod, back nodGm The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarGm Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodGm Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, AsgardGm So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotentGm Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'Gm And I should not be wokenGm I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingGm But I got your mom deep throatingGm I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodleGm I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilGm It's me, my honesty's brutalGm But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughGm For good at least once in a whileGm So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleGm Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough timesGm But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsignedGm Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeGm I know there was a time where once IGm Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindGm So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineGm Appeal with the skin color of mineGm You get too big and here they come trying to censor youGm Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1Gm Where I tried to say I take seven kids from ColumbineGm Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nineGm See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I wasGm But I've morphed into an immortal coming through the portalGm You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 thoughGm And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forGm You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrowsGm You're like normal, fuck being normalGm And I just bought a new Raygun from the futureGm To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J madGm Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's padGm Singin' to a man while they played pianoGm Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelGm So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next dayGm ''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 humanGm What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanGm Innovative and I'm made of rubberGm So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to youGm I'm devastating, more than ever demonstratingGm How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingGm Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waitingGm For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebratingGm Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedGm I make elevating music, you make elevator musicGm Oh, he's too mainstreamGm Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse itGm It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse itGm With rock, shock rap with DocGm Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose itGm I don't know how to make songs like thatGm I don't know what words to useGm Let me know when it occurs to youGm While I'm ripping any one of these verses, that versus youGm It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youGm How many verses I gotta murder to proveGm That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh)Gm School flunkie, pill junkyGm But look at the accolades the skills brung meGm Full of myself, but still hungryGm I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind toGm And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tonguesGm But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck youGm I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seatGm Bumping Heavy d and the Boys, still chunky, but funkyGm But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and strugglingGm Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from meGm They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateGm But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadGm Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationGm And understand the discriminationGm But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade thenGm 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 SatanGm It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasGm And take a vacation to trip abroadGm And make her fall on her face and don't be a retardGm Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?
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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