New Rap Song Chorus I Know You Know
Сегодня Эминем выпустил новый сингл с альбома MMLP2. Выкладываем полный текст новинки «Rap God».
Expect, I was gonna get easy on yous and not to hurt your feelings
Just I'm just going to get this ane chance
Something'south wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
But a feeling I've got, like something's nearly to happen, but I don't know what
If that ways, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble –
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'one thousand not taking whatever chances
You were merely what the doctor ordered
Chorus:
I'm showtime to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front end to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their artillery are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
Simply for me to rap similar a reckoner 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 turn a profit
Fabricated a living and a killing off it
Always since Neb Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC nevertheless as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
And at the exact aforementioned time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll notwithstanding be able to break a motherf**kin' table
Over the dorsum of a couple of faggots and scissure it in one-half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath afterwards the fact
How could I non accident? All I exercise is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough fourth dimension catamenia, hither'due south a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
Chorus:
I'k beginning to experience 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 sh*t ain't that difficult, that hard
Everybody want the primal and the cloak-and-dagger to rap immortality like I accept got
Well, to be true the pattern'due south simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did cypher merely shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Crusade I use it as a vehicle to bosom a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac Northward-
— W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thanks, they got Slim
Inspired plenty to ane twenty-four hours grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherf**kin' Rock n'
Scroll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and flare-up in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the booze of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?
Piffling gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a directly face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like y'all watching a church gathering take identify looking boy
Oy vey, that male child'due south gay, that's all they say looking boy
Yous get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking male child?
I got a «hell yeah» from Dre looking boy
I'mma piece of work for everything I have
Never inquire nobody for sh*t, get outta my confront looking boy
Basically male child you're never gonna be capable
To proceed up with the aforementioned stride looking boy
Chorus:
I'm showtime to feel similar a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the forepart to the back nod, dorsum nod
The way I'1000 racing effectually the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel earlier Full general Zod this planet'due south Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
And then you exist Thor and I'll be Odin
You lot rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off and then I'grand reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not exist woken
I'm the walking dead, merely I'm simply a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle
We have nothing in mutual, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, student
It'south me, my honesty's brutal
But it'south honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least one time in a while
And then I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Plenty rhymes to mayhap to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta go along a few punchlines merely in case crusade even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was rex of the underground, simply I still rap like I'g on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, merely sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the peel color of mine
You go besides big and here they come up trying to censor y'all
Similar that one line I said on «I'm Back» from the Marshall Mathers LP
1 where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add together an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
Meet if I get away with it now that I ain't as large as I was,
Just I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
Y'all're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the f**k that you rhyme for
Y'all're pointless as Rapunzel with f**male monarch cornrows
Yous're like normal, f**k existence normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked similar a fag at Maywhether'due south pad
Singin' to a homo while they played pianoforte
Man, oh human being, that was a 24/seven special on the cable aqueduct
Then Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next 24-hour interval
«Hey, Fab, I'mma impale you»
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you lot assuming I'm a human
What I gotta exercise to get it through to you I'thousand superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything y'all saying ricocheting off of me and information technology'll gum to you
I'thou never stating, more never demonstrating
How to give a motherf**kin' audience a feeling similar it'southward levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Crusade I know the fashion to go 'em motivated
I make elevating music, yous make elevator music
Oh, he's also mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they become jealous, they misfile it
Information technology's not hip hop, it'south pop, crusade I found a hella way to fuse it
With stone, shock rap with Medico
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to brand songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you lot
While I'k ripping any i of these verses diverse as you
Information technology's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as squeamish at songs y'all can cede virgins too
School flunkie, pill junky
But wait at the accolades the skills brung me
Total of myself, simply still hungry
I keen myself cause I brand me do what I put my mind to
And I'k a million leagues in a higher place you, ill when I speak in tongues
But information technology'due south however natural language in cheek, f**k you
I'thousand boozer then Satan have the f**king cycle, I'grand asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, notwithstanding chunky, simply funky
Only in my caput at that place's something I tin can experience tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
Simply if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
So yous may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation
And sympathise the discrimation
But f**1000 information technology, life'due south handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the f**one thousand am I supposed to bake them a cake and then?
Don't mistake it for Satan
It'south a fatal fault if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her autumn on her face up and don't exist a retard
Be a male monarch? Think not — why exist a king when you tin be a God?
Source: https://www.eminem.pro/eminem-rap-god-lyrics.html
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