Rap God Song Lyrics - The Loyal Studios

Rap God Song Lyrics…

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I’m only goin’ to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)Something’s wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)Just a feelin’ I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what (six minutes, six, six minutes)If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big troubleAnd if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not takin’ any chances (you are just what the doc ordered)

I’m beginnin’ 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 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 pocketMy pen’ll go off when I half-cock it, got a fat knot from that rap profitMade a livin’ and a killin’ off it, ever since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his – sackI’m an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (kill ’em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop, you don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ matchWith this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’, backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackAnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ thatI’ll still be able to break a mother- 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 factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackRappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi padIt’s actually disastrously bad for the wack while I’m masterfully constructin’ this masterpièce

‘Cause I’m beginnin’ 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 slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintainin’ this sh- ain’t that hard, that hardEverybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s, simply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the Earth like an asteroidDid nothin’ 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, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a positionTo meet Run–D.M.C., and induct them into the mother-

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame even though I’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)You – think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank and, tell me what in the – are you thinkin’?

Little g-lookin’ boy, so g- I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy (haha)You’re witnessin’ a mass-occur like you’re watchin’ a church gatherin’ take place, lookin’ boy“Oy vey, that boy’s g-“, that’s all they say, lookin’ boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a, “Way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boyHey, lookin’ boy, what you say, lookin’ boy? I get a, “Hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boyI’ma work for everythin’ I have, never asked nobody for s-, get outta my face, lookin’ boyBasically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause

I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod, this planet’s Krypton, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you’ll be Thor, and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotentLet off, then I’m reloadin’, immediately with these bombs I’m totin’And I should not be wokenI’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’, but I got your mom deep-

I’m out my Ramen Noodle, we have nothin’ 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 though

For good, at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymesTo maybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ’cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I was king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come tryin’ to censor you like that one lineI said on, “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP 1 when I tried to say I’ll take seven k- from ColumbinePut ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9

See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’mMorphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portalYou’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don’t know what the f- that you rhyme forYou’re pointless as Rapunzel with -ckin’ cornrowsYou write normal? F- bein’ normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the futureJust to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad‘Cause Fab said he looked like a – at Mayweather’s pad singin’ to a man while he played pianoMan, oh man, 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’ma kill you”Lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin’ I’m a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you? I’m superhumanInnovative and I’m made of rubber so that anythin’ you say is ricochetin’ off of me, and it’ll glue to you andI’m devastatin’, more than ever demonstratin’, how to give a mother- audience a feelin’ like it’s levitatin’Never fadin’ and I know the haters are forever waitin’ for the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebratin’‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated, I make elevatin’ 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 itWith 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 youIt’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you, how many verses I gotta murder toProve 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 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 you, ill when I speak in tonguesBut it’s still tongue-in-cheek, f- you

I’m drunk, so, Satan, take the f- wheel, I’ma sleep in the front seatBumpin’ Heavy D and the Boyz, still “Chunky but Funky”But in my head there’s somethin’ I can feel tuggin’ and strugglin’Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from me

They’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatredI have, then you may be a little patient, and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut -uck it, life’s handin’ you lemons? Make lemonade then

But if I can’t batter the womenHow the fu- am I supposed to bake ’em a cake, then?Don’t mistake him for SatanIt’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacationTo trip a broad, and make her fall on her face andDon’t be a -ard, be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?