Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know If means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble, And if he is as as you say, I'm not taking any chances You were just what the ordered
I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, nod Now who their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my I got a laptop in my back My go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from rap profit Made a living and a off it Ever since Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his I'm an MC as honest But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rap Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat while I'm practicing That I'll be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad It's disastrously bad For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as
I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that
Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply and youthful exuberance Everybody to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon MC's get taken to school with music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a Now I lead a new school full of Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n' Roll Hall of Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking? Little gay boy So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy You a massacre Like you watching a church gathering take looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy You get a up, pat on the back And a way to go from your label everyday boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be To keep up the same pace looking boy
'Cause I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White God Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm Let off then I'm reloading with these bombs I'm totin' And I not be woken I'm the dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got mom deep throating I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's But honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I and doodle Enough to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's I know there was a time once I Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you Appeal with the color of mine You get too big and they come trying to, Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP One where I tried to say I take seven kids Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've Morphed into an immortal through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from though And I don't know the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as with fucking cornrows You're like normal, fuck normal And I bought a new Raygun from the future To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad Singin' to a man while they piano Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma you" coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm Innovative and I'm of rubber So that anything you ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you I'm never stating, more than never How to give a motherfuckin' a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make music Oh, too mainstream Well, that's what do when they get jealous, they confuse it It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it I don't know how to songs like that I don't what words to use Let me know it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you How verses I gotta murder to, that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh! School flunkie, junky But at the accolades the skills brung me Full of myself, but hungry I bully cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in But it's still in cheek, fuck you I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky But in my head there's something I can tugging and struggling fight with devils, here's what they want from me They asking me to eliminate some of the hate But if you take into consideration the hatred that I had Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation And the discrimination But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake it for It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas And take a vacation to a broad And 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