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Rap God

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Eminem - Rap God

Tom: Gm

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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 

HOOK 
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 

HOOK 
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 

HOOK 
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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