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berg8793 - dk rap god lyrics

[intro]
here+ here+ here we go!

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… (here+ here+ here we go!)
it’s just a feeling i’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but i don’t know what. (dk! donkey kong! dk!)
if that means what i think it means, we’re in trouble. big trouble. (donkey kong! dk!)
and if he is as bananas as you say, i’m not taking any chances. (donkey kong! dk! donkey kong is here!)
you were just what the doc ordered!

[chorus]
i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
they said i rap like a robot, so call me rap+bot
but for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
i got a laptop in my back pocket

[verse 1]
my pen’ll go off when i half+c+ck it
got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a living and a k!lling off it
ever since bill clinton was still in office
with monica lewinsky feeling on his
nutshack!
i’m an mc, still as honest
but as rude and indecent as all h+ll
syllables, sk!llaholic (k!ll ’em all with)
this flippity, dippity+hippity hip+hop
you don’t really wanna get into a shooting match with this rappity brat
packing a mac in the back of the ac, backpack rap cr+p, yap, yap, yackity+yack
and at the exact same time i attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while i’m practicing that
i’ll still be able to break a coconut table
over the back of a couple of kremlings 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 oranges, feel my wrath of attack
rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
it’s actually disastrously bad
for the wack while i’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece ’cause
[chorus]
i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintaining these spurts ain’t that hard, that hard
everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like i have got

[verse 2]
well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance
everybody loves to root for a nuisance
hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since…
mc’s get taken to school with this music
’cause i use it as a vehicle 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+dmc and induct them into the ro+ro+ro+ro+rock n’
roll hall of fame
even though i walk in a church and burst in a ball of flames
only hall of fame i’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
you kremlings think it’s all a game ’til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank and, tell me what in the fridge are you thinking?
no style, looking boy
no grace, i can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
you’re witnessing a massacre
like you’re watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
oy vey, a funny face, that’s all they say, looking boy
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back
and a “way to go” from your label everyday, looking boy
hey, looking boy, what d’you say, looking boy?
i got a “h+ll yeah” from dre, looking boy
i’mma work for everything i have
never asked n0body for cr+p, get outta my face, looking boy
basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy
[chorus]
’cause i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
the way i’m racing 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

[verse 3]
so you be thor and i’ll be odin, you rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off, then i’m reloading immediately with these grapes i’m totin’
and i should not be woken, i’m the walking dead
but i’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
but i got your mom performing
i’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
i’m a doberman, pinch 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 to try and help get some people through tough times
but i gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ’cause even you unsigned
rappers are hungry looking 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 trying to
censor you like that one line i said on “i’m back” from the mathers lp
one when i tried to say “i’ll take several kongs from dk isle
put ’em all in a line, add some pineapple smells
peanuts, grapes, feathers, oranges and coconut sh+lls, aww yeah!”
see if i get away with it now that i ain’t as big as i was, but i’m
morphin’ into an immortal, coming through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
and i don’t know what the fridge that you rhyme for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with funky cornrows
you write normal, that isn’t funny
and i just bought a coconut gun from the future
just to come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad
’cause fab said he fired in spurts at mayweather’s pad
singin’ to a man while he played piano
man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
so ray j went straight to the radio station the very next day
“hey, fab, it’s gonna hurt!”
lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (you’re too slow!)
huh, summa lumma dooma lumma, you assuming 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 ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a siivagunner audience a feeling like it’s levitating
never fading, and i know that 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 h+lla 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 ripping 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, your songs you could sacrifice virgins to, huh!
school flunky, pill junky
but look at the accolades these sk!lls brung me
full of myself, but still hungry
i bully myself ’cause i make me do what i put my mind to
when i’m a million leagues above you
ill when i speak in tongues, but it’s still tongue in cheek
get out!
i’m drunk, so k. rool take the steering wheel
i’m asleep in the front seat bumping heavy d and the boyz
“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 asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had
then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but listen up, life’s handing you melons, make melonade then
but if i can’t batter the women, how the fridge am i supposed to bake them 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 leader, be a king?
think not, why be a king when you can be a kong?

“top 10 rappers eminem was afraid to diss”, here i come!

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