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Eminem - Im Beginning Da Feel Like A Rap God R Rap God Eminem Only Lyrics

[Intro]
(Whew)
(Six minutes, six minutes, chka, six minutes)
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
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(Six minutes, of six)
(Six minutes, it's on)
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[Chorus 1]
I'm beginning da feel like a Rap God, R-Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough da slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so, call me Rap-bot
But for me da rap like a computer, it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My

[Verse 1]
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 nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and 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 brat, packing a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack 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 da 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 a 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 wackwhile I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce, 'cause
[Chorus 2]
I'm beginning da feel like a Rap God, R-Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough da 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, da be

[Verse 2]
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 a school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle da "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 motherfucking Rock 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 in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay-looking boy
So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy (Haha)
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 da go" from your label every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what cha say, looking boy?
I get 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
[Chorus 3]
I'm beginning da feel like a Rap God, R-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

[Verse 3]
You'll be Thor and I'll be Odin?
You rodent, I'm omnipotent ('Po)
Led 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 cha 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 da 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 (Once) I (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 da
Censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried a say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver, and a .9
See, if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was (Now), 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 chu 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 cha, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he look 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 chu at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do da get it through da you? I'm superhuman
Innovative, and I'm made of rubberso that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and (I'm)
Devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How da 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 fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way da 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 da fuse it
With rock,shock rap wit' Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how da 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? 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-cheek,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" (Funk)
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 (From)
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 (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 'em a cake then? (Cake then)
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistakeif you think I need a 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? (God)