Artist: Eminem Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 Song: Rap God Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: various audio clips] "Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings, but.." "I'm only going to get this one chance." "Something's wrong, I can feel it." "It's just, a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what." "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." "You were just what the doc ordered!" [Eminem over Intro] Six minutes, six minutes, chka, six minutes Six minutes Slim Shady you're on Chka-chk, chk-chk-on, chka-chk-chk-on Six minutes, for six For six minutes Slim Shady you're on Chka-chk, on, chka-chk, on, chka-chk-chk [Chorus: Eminem] I'm beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod [Eminem] Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes/jeans, I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it, got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin and a killin off it, ever since Bill Clinton was still in office with Monica Lewinsky feelin on his nut-sack, I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell, syllables, skill-a-holic - kill 'em all with this flippity dippity hippity hip-hop, you don't really wanna get into a pissin match with this rappidy rap Packin a Mac in the back of the Ac', backpack rap crap, yap-yap yackety-yack And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts, while I'm practicin that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad, for the wack while I'm masterfully constructin this masterpiece yeah Cause [Chorus] [Eminem] Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well to be truthful the blueprint's, simply rage and youthful excuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid and did nothin but shoot for the moon since (pyoon!) MC's get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehichle to +Bus-the Rhyme+, now I +Lead a New School+ full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.- -W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position to meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them into the motherfuckin Rock 'N Roll Hall of Fame, even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alco-hol of fame on the wall of - shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I +Walk-a Flock-of Flames+ off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin? Little gay lookin boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin boy (haha) You're witnessin a massacre/mass-occur like you're watchin a church gatherin take place lookin boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay," that's all they say lookin boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a "way to go" from your label every day lookin boy Hey lookin boy, what ya say lookin boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre lookin boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit, get out my face lookin boy Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keepin up with the same pace lookin boy Cause [Chorus] [Eminem] The way I'm racin around the track call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash God Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omni-potent Let off then I'm reloadin immediately with these bombs I'm totin And I should not be woken I'm the walkin dead but I'm just a talkin head, a zombie floatin, but I got your mom deep-throatin I'm out my Ramen noodle, we have nothin in common poodle I'm a Doberman, +Pinsch'+ yourself in the arm and pay homage pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though for good at least once in a while so I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to, maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case, cause even you unsigned rappers are hungry lookin at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I was king of the underground but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes, when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine, you get too big and here they come tryin to censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1 when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm morphin into an immortal comin through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for, you're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin, cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad singin to a man while he played piano Man oh man, that was the 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day, "Hey Fab I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin at you at +Supersonic+ speed - J. J. Fad Uhh, samma lamma dooma lamma, you assumin I'm a human, what I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating how to give a motherfuckin audience a feelin like it's levitating Never fading and I know the haters are forever waiting for the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream!" Well that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop!" Cause I found a hella way to fuse it with rock, shock-rap with Doc, throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it "I don't know how to make songs like that, I don't know what words to use" Let me know when it occurs to you while I'm rippin any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin you; how many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you were half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too? Unhh~! School flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me, full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to and I'm a, million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so Satan take the fuckin wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat Bumpin Heavy D and the Boys, still +Chunky But Funky+ But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and, here's what they want from me They're askin me to eliminate some of the women hate, but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation and understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake 'em a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip a-broad, and make her fall on her face and don't be a retard - be a king? Think not Why be a King, when you can be a God?