Eminem – Rap God

歌曲简介 作词：佚名 作曲：佚名 [Intro]– 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 (Six minutes； Slim Shady； you’re on)– 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?[Hook]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God； Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod； back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox； slapbox?They said I rap like a robot； so call me Rapbot； but for me to rapLike 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-cock it； got a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off it； ever since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack； I’m an MC still as honestBut as rude and indecent as all hell； syllables； killaholic (Kill ’em all with)This slickety； gibbedy； hibbedy hip hopYou don’t really wanna get into a pissin matchWith this rappidy rap； packing a Mac in the back of the Ac； pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac and atThe exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing thatI’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs； feel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time； period； here’s a maxipadIt’s actually disastrously bad for the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece as?[Hook]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God； Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod； back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox； slapbox?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard； that hardEverybody 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 excuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroid； did nothing but chew other moons sinceEmcees get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhymeNow I lead a new school full of studentsMe； I’m a product of Rakim； Lakim Shabazz； 2PacN.W.A.； Cube； Doc； Ren； Yella； Eazy； thank you they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow up； blow up and be in a positionTo meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin’ Rock N’ Roll Hall Of FameEven though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it’s all a game till I walk a flock of flamesOff of planking； tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boy； so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boyYou witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering take place looking boyOy vey； that boy’s gay； that’s all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up； pat on the back and a way to go from your label everyday looking boyHey； looking boy； what you say looking boy?I got a hell yeah from Dre looking boyI’mma work for everything I have； never ask nobody for shitGet outta my face looking boyBasically boy you’re never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy?[Hook]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God； Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod； back nodThe way I’m racing around the track； call me Nascar； NascarDale Earndheart of the trailer park； the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet Krypton； no Asgard?[Verse 3]So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin； you rodent； I’m omnipotentLet off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m totin’And I should not be wokenI’m the walking dead； but I’m just a talking head； a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI’m out my ramen noodleWe have nothing in common； poodleI’m a doberman pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage； pupilIt’s me； my honesty’s brutalBut it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch； IScribble and doodleEnough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the underground； but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes； but sometimes when you combineA pill with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trynaCensor you like that one line I said back all along on the Mathers LPOne where I tried to say I take seven kids from ColumbinePut ’em all in a line； add an AK-47； a revolver and a nine?[Verse 4]See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was but I’mMorph into an immortal； coming through the portalBut you’re stuck in a timewarp from 2004 thoughAnd I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrollsFuck being normalAnd I just bought a new raygun from the future to just come and shoot yaLike when Fabolous made Ray J madCause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad singin’ to a man while they played pianoOh； man； oh； that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day”Hey； Fab； I’mma kill you”Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speedUh； sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I’m a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhumanInnovator； made of rubber so that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to youI’m never stating； more than never demonstrating how to give a mother fuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitatingNever fading； and I know that the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off； they’d be celebratingCause I know the way to get ’em motivated； I make elevating musicYou make elevator musicOh； he’s too mainstream – well； that’s what they do when they get jealous； they confuse itIt’s not hip hop； it’s pop； cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock； shock rap with DocGo and lose yourself and make them loose itI don’t know how to make songs like that； I don’t know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to you while I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you； it’s curtains； I’m inadvertently hurtin’ youHow many verses I gotta murder to proveThat if you’re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins tooSchool flunkie； pill junkyBut look at the accolades the skills brung meFull of myself； but still hungryI bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind toAnd I’m a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tongues； but it’s still tongue in cheek； fuck youI’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel； I’m asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys； still chunky； but funkyBut in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fighting with devils； here’s what they want from meThey asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I hadThen you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situationAnd understand the discrimationBut fuck it； life’s handing you lemons； make lemonade thenBut if I can’t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don’t mistake it for SatanIt’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face and don’t be a retardBe a king? Think not – why be a king when you can be a God?