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rap god 6:04 - eminem lyrics

1. rap god ft. captain america, the falcon, eminem, & dr. dre 6:04

[intro: captain america, the falcon, & eminem]
(look)
(i was gonna go easy on you not to hurt cha feelings)
(but i’m only going to get this one chance, whew, six minutes, chka, six minutes, chka)
(something’s wrong, six minutes, i can feel it, chka, six minutes, slim shady, you’re on)
(just a feeling i’ve got, chka*chka*chka*chk*chk, on)
(like something’s about da happen, chka*chka*chk*chk, on)
(but i don’t know what, six, of six)
(if that means what i think it means, six minutes, chk*chk*chk, on, we’re in trouble, chka*chka*chk*chk, big trouble, on)
(and if he is as bandanas as you say, chka*chk*chk, on, chk)
(i’m not taking any chances, chk, chk, chk,)
(you are just what the doc ordered, chk*chk*chk*chk*chk*chk)

[chorus 1: eminem]
i’m beginning da 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 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: eminem]
pen’ll go off when i half*c*ck it
got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a living and a k!lling off it
ever since bill clinton was still in office
with monica lewinsky feeling on his n*ts*ck
i’m an mc still as honest
but as rude and indecent as all h*ll
syllables, sk!ll*a*holic? (k!ll ’em all with)
this flippity*dippity*hippity hip*hop
you don’t really wanna get into a p*ssing match
with this rappity brat, packing a mac in the back of the ac’
backpack cr*p, 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 motherf*cking table
over the back of a couple of f*ggots 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 wack while i’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce, ’cause
[chorus 2: eminem]
i’m beginning da 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 da slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintaining this sh*t 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: eminem, eminem, dr. dre & eminem, & dr. dre]
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 motherf*cking 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 f*gs think it’s all a game
’til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank and
tell me, what in the f*ck 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 “h*ll yeah” from dre, looking boy (“h*ll yeah”)
i’ma work for everything i have, never asked n0body for sh*t
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: eminem]
i’m beginning da feel like a rap 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)
so

[verse 3: eminem & eminem]
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 (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 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, 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 f*ck that chu rhyme for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with f*cking—
cornrows
you write normal? f*ck being normal
and i just bought a new raygun from the future
just to come and shoot cha, like when fabolous made ray j mad
’cause fab said he looked like a f*g 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 k!ll 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 rubber so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it’ll (i’m) glue to you and
devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how da give a motherf*cking 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 h*lla 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 sk!lls 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, f*ck you”
i’m drunk, so, satan, take the f*cking 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 da 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, f*ck it
life’s handing you lemons?
make lemonade then (make lemonade then)
but if i can’t batter the women
how the f*ck am i supposed to bake ’em a cake then? (cake then)
don’t mistake him for satan
it’s a fatal mistake if you think i need a be overseas and take a vacation (take a vacation)
to trip a broad
and make her fall on her face and
don’t be a r*t*rd, be a king?
think not
why be a king—
when you can be a god? (god)

- eminem lyrics

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