"Rap God" Lyrics - Eminem

"Rap God" Lyrics

“Rap Gog” is a song, sang by Eminem. It was his third single, which was released on 15th October and got very positive reviews. 

The song "Rap God" was recorded in the Guinness World Record for having 1560 words. This song “Rap God” received nomination for Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance. 

Singer: Eminem

Recorded: 2012 

Studio: Effigy Studios, Ferndale, Michigan 

Label: Interscope, Aftermath and Shady  

Songwriter(s): Marshall Mathers; Bigram Zayas; Delgiorno; Stephen Hacker; Douglas Davis; Richard Walters; Dania Birks; Juana Burns;Juanita Lee; Fatima Shaheed; Kim Nazel 

Released: October 15, 2013

 

"Rap God" Lyrics

[Intro:] 

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 Look 
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 doctor ordered 

 [Bridge:] 

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 

  [Verse 1:] 

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 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 
Now the exact same time 

I attempt these lyrical 

Acrobat stunts 
While I'm practicing 
And now I should be able 

To break a mother fuckin' 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 masterpiece as 

 [Bridge:] 

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 slapbox, slapbox? 
Let me show 

You maintaining this shit 

ain't that hard, 

That hard 

 [Verse 2:] 

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 bust 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 mother fuckin' 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 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 of planking 
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 witnessing a massacre  

Like you watching  

Achurch gathering 
And 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  

Everyday looking boy 
Hey, looking boy,  

What you say looking boy? 
I got a "hell yeah 

"From Dre looking boy 
I'm a work for everything I have 
Never ask nobody for shit 
Get outta my face looking boy 
Basically boy you're never 

Gonna be capable 
To keep it up  

with the same pace looking boy 
 
 

 [Bridge:] 

 
 

I'm beginning to feel like  

ARap 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 
 
 

 [Verse 3:] 

 
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 totin' 
And I should not be woken 
I'm the walking dead 
But I'm just a talking head,  

Azombie 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 to try to help get  

some people through  

Tough times 
But I gotta keep  

Afew 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 it comes trying to 
Censor you like that  

One line I said 
On "I'm Back"  

From the Mathers LP 
One where I tried to say  

I take seven kids  

From Columbine 
Put 'em all in a line 
Add an AK-47,  

Arevolver and a nine 
See if I get away with it now 
That I ain't as big  

As I was, but I've 
Morphed into an immortal  

Coming through the portal 
You're stuck in a timewarp  

From two thousand four though 
And I don't know  

What the fuck  

That you rhyme for 
You're pointless as Rapunzel 
With fucking cornrows 
You're like 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 Maywhether's pad singin'  

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'm a kill you" 
Lyrics coming at you  

At supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) 
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa  

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 saying's 
Ricocheting off of me  

And it'll glue to you 
I'm never stating,  

More than never demonstrating 
How to give  

A mother fuckin' audience  

A feeling 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'd 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 
And they get jealous,  

They confuse it 
It's not hip hop, it's pop 
Cause I found  

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 diverse as you 
It's curtains,  

I'm inadvertently hurtin' you 
How many verses  

I gotta murder to 
Prove that  

If you're half as nice at songs 
You can sacrifice virgins too 
School flunkie, 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 
When I'm a million leagues  

Above you 
I'll 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 asking me to eliminate  

Some of the women hate 
But if you take into consideration  

The bitter hatred that 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 it 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?