Eminem - Rap God (Explicit)

(upbeat music)

♪ 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 are just what the doc ordered ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ It must be in my genes ♪

♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪

♪ My pen will go off when I half cock it ♪

♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪

♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪

♪ Ever since Bill Clinton

was still in office ♪

♪ With Monica Lewinsky

feeling on his nut sack ♪

♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪

♪ But as rude and as

indecent as all hell ♪

♪ Syllables, skill-a-holic,

kill them all with ♪

♪ This flippity, dippity,

hippity hip-hop ♪

♪ You don't really wanna

get into a pissing match ♪

♪ With this rappity brat packing a MAC ♪

♪ In the back of the Ac' backpack ♪

♪ Rap crap, yap, yap, yackety-yak ♪

♪ 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 motherfucking table ♪

♪ Over the back of a couple of

faggots 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 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

construction this masterpiece ♪

♪ 'Cause 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 this shit

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 a nuisance ♪

♪ Hit the Earth like an asteroid ♪

♪ Did nothing but shoot

for the moon since, pew ♪

♪ MCs get taken to school with his 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, Cupe, 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 induct them ♪

♪ Into the motherfucking

Roll 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 fags think it's all a game ♪

♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪

♪ Off a plank and tell me what

the fuck are you thinking ♪

♪ Little gay looking boy ♪

♪ So gay, I can barely say it

with a straight, looking boy ♪

♪ You're witnessing a massacre ♪

♪ Like you're watching

a church gathering ♪

♪ Taking place, looking boy ♪

♪ Oy vey, that boy's gay, 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 got a hell yeah

from Dre, looking boy ♪

♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪

♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪

♪ Get outta my face, looking boy ♪

♪ Basically, boy, you're

never gonna be capable ♪

♪ Of keeping up with the

same pace, looking boy ♪

♪ '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 ♪

♪ So you'll be Thor and 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 floating ♪

♪ But I got your mom deep throating ♪

♪ 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 in ♪

♪ 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 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, I'm back from

"The Mathers LP 1" ♪

♪ When I tried to say I'll take

seven kids from Columbine ♪

♪ Put them all in a line ♪

♪ Add an AK-47, a revolver, and a nine ♪

♪ 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

warm from 2004 though ♪

♪ And I don't know what the

fuck that you rhyme for ♪

♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel

with fucking cornrows ♪

♪ You write normal, fuck being normal ♪

♪ And I just bought a new

ray gun from the future ♪

♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪

♪ Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad ♪

♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked

like a fag 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 kill you ♪

♪ Lyrics coming at you

at supersonic speed ♪

♪ Uh, 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

and I'm devastating ♪

♪ More than ever demonstrating ♪

♪ How to give a motherfucking

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 feel off ♪

♪ They'll be celebrating ♪

♪ 'Cause I know the way

to get them 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 hella

way to fuse it with rock ♪

♪ Shock rap with Doc,

throw on "Lose Yourself" ♪

♪ And make them lose it ♪

♪ I don't how to make songs like that ♪

♪ I don't know what words to use ♪

♪ Let me when it occurs to you ♪

♪ While I'm ripping 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 skills brung me ♪

♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪

♪ I bully myself, 'cause I make

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 check, fuck you ♪

♪ I'm drunk, so Satan,

take the fucking wheel ♪

♪ I'ma 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 sympathetic to the situation ♪

♪ And understand the discrimination ♪

♪ But fuck it, life's handing you lemons ♪

♪ Make lemonade then ♪

♪ But I can't batter the women ♪

♪ How the fuck 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 retard,

be a king, think not ♪

♪ Why be a king when you can be a god ♪