Rap God
Rap God

Rap God chords by Eminem

2013•Hip-hop
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    • Verse 1
    Look, 
    I 
    was gonna 
    go 
    easy 
    on 

    you 
    and not 
    to hurt 
    your feelings 

    But 
    I'm 
    only 
    going 
    to 
    get 
    this 
    one 
    chance 
    (six minutes, 

    six 
    minutes) 

    Something's wrong, 
    I 
    can 
    feel 
    it 
    (six minutes, 

    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 
    doctor 
    ordered 

    Verse 2
    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 
    Rapbot 

    Verse 3
    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 livin' 
    and 
    a killin' 
    off 
    it 

    Ever 
    since 
    Bill 
    Clinton 
    was 
    still 
    in office 

    With 
    Monica 
    Lewinsky 
    feelin' on 

    his 
    nutsack 

    I'm an MC 
    still 
    as honest 

    But 
    as rude 
    and 
    indecent 
    as all 
    hell 
    syllables, 

    killaholic (kill 'em all 
    with) 

    This 
    flippity 
    dippity-hippity 
    hip- 
    hop 

    You 
    don't really 
    wanna 
    get into 
    a 
    pissing 

    match 
    with 
    this 
    rappidy brat 

    Packin' 
    a MAC 
    in the 
    back 
    of 
    the 
    Ac', backpack rap 
    crap, 

    yap- 
    yap, 
    yackity-yack 

    And 
    at 
    the exact 
    same 
    time, 

    I 
    attempt 
    these 
    lyrical 
    acrobat 
    stunts 
    while 
    I'm practicin' 
    that 

    I'll still 
    be able 
    to 
    break a 

    motherfuckin' 
    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 
    Maxipad 

    It's actually 
    disastrously 
    bad 

    For the 
    wack, 
    while I'm 
    masterfully 

    constructing 
    this 
    masterpièce 

    'Cause I'm 
    be
    ginning 
    to feel 
    Verse 4
    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 

    Verse 5
    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 
    nothin' 
    but 
    shoot 
    for the 
    moon 
    since 
    (pew) 

    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- 
    D.M.C and induct 
    them 
    into 
    the 

    motherfuckin' 
    Rock 
    n' 
    Roll 
    Hall 
    of 
    Fame 

    Even 
    though 
    I 
    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 
    thinkin'? 

    Little 
    gay 
    lookin' 
    boy 

    So 
    gay 
    I can 
    barely 
    say 
    it with a 
    straight 

    face 
    lookin' 
    boy 

    You witnessin' 
    a 
    mass- 
    occur 

    Like 
    you're 
    watchin' 
    a church 

    gathering 
    take 
    place 
    lookin' 
    boy 

    "Oy 
    vey, 
    that 
    boy's 
    gay", 

    that's 
    all 
    they say, 
    lookin' 
    boy 

    You get 
    a thumbs 
    up, 
    pat 
    on the 
    back 

    And 
    a "Way- to- 
    go" 
    from your 
    label 
    every 
    day, 

    lookin' 
    boy 

    Hey, 
    lookin' 
    boy, 
    what 
    you say, 

    lookin' 
    boy? 

    I get 
    a "Hell 
    yeah" 
    from 
    Dre, 

    lookin' 
    boy 

    I'ma 
    work 
    for 
    everything 
    I have 

    Never 
    asked 
    nobody 
    for 
    shit, 

    get outta 
    my face, 
    lookin' 
    boy 

    Basically 
    boy, 

    you're 
    never gonna 
    be 
    capable 

    Of keepin' 
    up with 
    the same 
    pace, 

    lookin' 
    boy 

    Verse 6
    '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 
    racin' 
    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 

    Verse 7
    So 
    you 
    be Thor 
    and 
    I'll 
    be 
    Odin, 

    you rodent, 
    I'm 
    omnipotent 

    Let 
    off 
    then 
    I'm 
    reloadin' 
    immediately 

    with these 
    bombs 
    I'm 
    totin' 

    And 
    I 
    should 
    not 
    be 
    woken 

    I'm 
    the walkin' 
    dead, 

    but 
    I'm just 
    a 
    talkin' 
    head, 
    a zombie 
    floatin' 

    But 
    I got 
    your 
    mom 
    deep- 
    throatin' 

    I'm out 
    my 
    ramen noodle, 

    we 
    have nothin' 
    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 
    to 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 
    lookin' 
    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 
    tryin' 
    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 

    Morphin' into 
    an immortal 
    comin' 

    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 
    fuckin' 
    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 

    Fabolous made 
    Ray 
    J 
    mad 

    'Cause 
    Fab 
    said 
    he looked 
    like a fag 

    at 
    Mayweather's pad 

    Singin' 
    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, 

    (JJ Fad) 

    Uh, sama 
    lama 
    duma 
    lama, 

    you 
    assumin' 
    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 ricochetin' 
    off 

    of me 
    and it'll 
    glue 
    to you 

    I'm devastating, 

    more than 
    ever 
    demonstrating 

    How 
    to give 
    a motherfuckin' 
    audience 

    a feelin' 
    like 
    it's levitating 

    Never 
    fading, 

    and 
    I know that 
    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 rippin' 
    any 
    one 
    of these verses 

    diverse 
    as 
    you 

    It's curtains, 

    I'm 
    inadvertently 
    hurtin' 
    you 

    How 
    many 
    verses 
    I gotta 
    murder 
    to 

    Prove 
    that 
    if you 
    were half 
    as 
    nice, 

    your 
    songs 
    you can 
    sacrifice 
    virgins 
    too? 
    Uh 

    School 
    flunkie, pill 
    junkie 

    But look 
    at the 
    accolades the 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 
    Boys, 

    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 
    askin' 
    me to 
    elim
    inate 

    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 
    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 
    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? 

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