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
They said I rap like a Robot, so call me rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen's go off when I half-co*k it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a k**in' 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, sk**-a-holic (k** 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
Packin' a mack 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 motha-f**in' table
Over the back of a couple of f*ggots and crack it in half, Only realized it was ironic
I was under 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 bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
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 maintaining this sh** ain't that hard
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
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 "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim & itz iKRAZY
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position, To meet Run DMC
And induct them into the mothaf**in' 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'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** are you thinking?
Little gay-lookin boy
So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
You're witnessin a ma**-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin boy
, 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 what you say, looking boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
Everything I have, never ask nobody for sh**
Get outta my face, looking boy
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
With the same pace, looking 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 racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting
& 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 throatin
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 My honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do tho
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 & 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 D underground
But I still rap like I'm on my 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 Mather's
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 nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but
I'm Morphin' into an immortal
Coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004
And I don't know what the f** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f**ing
Cornrows
You write normal? f** 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 look like a f*g @ Mayweather's pad
Singing 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'ma k** you!"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you a**uming 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 can Bouncing off me and it will glue to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a mothaf**in' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are 4ever 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 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 rok, 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
, 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?
, school flunky, pill junky
But look at the accolade, these sk**s brang 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
When I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, f** you
I'm drunk so Satan take the f**ing wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy 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 had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
To the situation and understand the discrimination But f** it but if
Life hands you lemons, make lemonade
But if i can't batter these women
How the f** 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 abroad &
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?