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eminem - rap god mmlp2 lyrics

look
i was gonna go easy on you, 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 as bananas as you say
i’m not taking any chances
‘you are just what the doc ordered.’

i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from 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, it must be in my genes
i got a laptop in my back pocket
my pen’ll go off when i half+c+ck it
got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a livin’ and a k!llin’ off it
evеr since bill clinton was still in office
with monica lewinsky feeling on his n+ts+ck
i’m an mc, still as honеst
but as rude and indecent as all h+ll
syllables, sk!ll+a+holic
(k!ll ’em all with)
this flippity dippity hippity hip+hop
you don’t really wanna get into a p+ssin’ match with this rappity brat
packin’ a mac in the back of the ac’
backpack rap cr+p, yap+yap, yackety+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 motherf+ckin’ table
over the back of a couple of f+ggots 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 wreth 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 constructing this masterpiece as

i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from front to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintainin’ this sh+t 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 exuberance
everybody loves to root for the nuisance
hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since. (pew!)
mcs 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+d.m.c., induct them
into the motherf+ckin’ rock and 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 alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
you f+gs think it’s all a game
’til i walk a flock of flames off a plank and
tell me what in the f+ck are you thinkin’?
little g+y+looking boy
so g+y i can barely say it with a straight face+ looking boy
you’re witnessin’ a mass+occur like you’re watching a church gathering take place+looking boy
‘oy vey, that boy’s g+y’, that’s all they say looking boy
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a “way to go” from your label every day, looking boy
hey, looking boy! what you say, looking boy?
i get a ‘h+ll yeah’ from dre every day, looking boy
i’mma work for everything i have, never asked n0body for sh+t, get outta my face, looking boy!
basically, boy
you’re never gonna be capable of keepin’ up with the same pace, looking boy

’cause i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from front to the back nod, back nod
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 planets’ krypton
no asgard, asgard
so you’ll be thor, i’ll be odin
you rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off then i’m reloading immediately with these bombs i’m toting
and i should not be woken
i’m the walking dead, but i’m just a talking 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, 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 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 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 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, an aug, a 9
see if i get away with it now that i ain’t as big as i was, but i’m
morphing into an immortal, coming through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
and i don’t know what the f+ck that you rhyme for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with f+cking cornrows
you write normal? f+ck being normal!

and i just bought a new raygun from the future just to come and shoot ya, like when fabolous made ray j mad
’cause fab said he looked like a f+g at mayweather’s pad
singing 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! i’ma k!ll you!’
lyric’s comin’ at you at supersonic speed. (jj fad)

uh, summa+lumma
dooma+lumma
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 ricocheting off of me and it will glue to you
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a motherf+cking audience a feeling 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 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 rippin’ any one of these verses that versus you
it’s curtains, i’m inadvertently hurting you
how many verses i gotta murder to
prove that if you were half as nice, your songs, you could sacrifice virgins, too? ugh

school flunky, pill junkie
but look at the accolades these sk!lls ”brung” me
full of myself, but still hungry
i bully myself, ’cause i made 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, f+ck you
i’m drunk, so satan take the f+cking wheel
i’mma sleep 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 have
then you may be a little patient and more sympahetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but f+ck it! life’s handing you lemons? make lemonade then
but if i can’t batter the women, how the f+ck 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 abroad and make her fall on her face and
don’t be a r+t+rd! be a king? think not
why be a king when you can be a god?

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