Rap God - Mr. Cii Remix

Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feeling's

But I'm only goin' to give (six minutes) this one chance (six minutes)

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

It's just (Slim Shady, you're on) a feelin' I've got (on)

Like somethin"s about to happen (on)

But I don't know what (six minutes, for six-)

If that means what I think it means (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

We're in trouble, big trouble (on)

And if he is as bananas as you say (on)

I'm not takin' any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a 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

But for me to rap like a computer, it 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 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 pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' 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 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

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 havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

That could bleed disastrously bad, for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructin' this masterpiece (yeah)

'Cause I'm beginnin' 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?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality

Like Ι 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

And did nothin' but shoot for the moon since (pew!)

MCs 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?

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, induct him

Into the motherfuckin' 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 thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy, so gay, I can barely say it with

A straight face, lookin' boy (ha)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur, like you're watchin' a church gatherin'

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" (hell, yeah) from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for him, everythin' 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, 'cause

I'm beginnin' 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

So, you'll 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 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 and

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 99

See if I get away with it now

That I ain't as big (now) 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 bein' normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabulous made Ray J mad

'Cause Math 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 comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman

I'm innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anythin'

You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastatin', more than ever demonstratin'

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitatin'

Never fadin', and I know the haters are forever waitin'

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebratin'

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevatin' 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 that versus 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 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

When 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 fuckin' wheel, I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's somethin' I can feel

Tuggin' and strugglin', angels fight with devils and

Here's what they want from me

They're askin' 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, understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' 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?