Rap God Lyrics – Eminem

English 777 October 14, 2013
Rap God Lyrics by Eminem from Eminem (Singles). The music is produced by DVLP, while lyrics are written by Arabian Prince, OG Rocker, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick, MC JB, Crazy J, Ransom, Dania Maria Birks, Matthew DelGiorno, DVLP, Eminem. The music track was released on October 14, 2013.

Rap God Song Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]
"I was gonna go easy on you 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, Slim Shady, you're on!)
"Just a feeling I've got
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 are just what the doc ordered"

[Chorus: Eminem]
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 slap box
Slap box?
They said I rap like a robot
So call me Rap-bot

[Verse 1: Eminem]
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 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 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 p!ssing match
With this rappity brat
Packing 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 practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**king 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 maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

[Chorus: Eminem]
'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 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 Ι have got

[Verse 2: Eminem]
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 (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? 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., induct them
Into the motherf**king 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 f**k
Are you thinking?
Little gay-looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
Looking boy (Ha-ha!)
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 to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for everything
I have, never asked nobody 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: Eminem]
I'm beginning to 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
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park
The White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 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 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 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 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
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 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 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**k that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f**king cornrows
You write normal? F**k 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 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 you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma
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 say is ricocheting off of me
And it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherf**king 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 to 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 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
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, f**k you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the f**king wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
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'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
But f**k it, life's handing you lemons?
Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the f**k 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?

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Last Update: July 31, 2023

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FAQs & Knowledge

Who is the singer of "Rap God" song?

"Rap God" song is sung by Eminem.

Who is the lyrics writer of "Rap God" song?

"Rap God" song lyrics written by Arabian Prince, OG Rocker, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick, MC JB, Crazy J, Ransom, Dania Maria Birks, Matthew DelGiorno, DVLP, Eminem.

Who is the music producer of "Rap God" song?

"Rap God" song music composed & produced by DVLP.

When was "Rap God" song released?

"Rap God" song was released on October 14, 2013.