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      Rap God

      Eminem

      Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2

      Eminem - Rap God Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
      But I'm only going to get this one chance
      Something's wrong, I can feel it
      (For 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
      
      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 slapbox, slapbox
      They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
      
      But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
      I got a laptop in my back pocket
      My pen'll 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 'em all with)
      This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
      You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
      With this rappity-rap
      Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
      Backpack rap crap, 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 mothafuckin' 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 constructing this master piece
      
      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 slapbox, slapbox
      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
      MC's 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 DMC and induct them
      Into the mothafuckin' Rock n' 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 in the fuck are you thinking?
      Little gay-looking boy
      So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
      You're witnessing a mass-occur
      Like you're watching a church gathering take 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 get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
      I'ma work for everything I have, never ask 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 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 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 on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
      One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
      Put 'em 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 warp 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 raygun from the future
      Just to come and shoot ya
      Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
      Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
      Singing to a man while they 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 (J.J. Fad)
      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 mothafuckin' 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 hella 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 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
      School flunky, pill junky
      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 cheek, fuck you
      I'm drunk, so Satan take the fucking wheel
      I'm asleep 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 had
      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 if 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 abroad
      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?

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