9th Wonder - Rap Legend lyrics

[Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (For 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) [Verse 1] 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 slapbox, slapbox They said I rap like a robot, so call me rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes, I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-co*k it, got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a k**ing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his (nut-sack), 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 wit' this rappity-rap 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 mothaf**ing table over the back of a couple of f*ggots 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 master piece (yeah) cuz' [Verse 2] 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 slapbox, slapbox Let me show you maintaining this sh** ain't that hard, 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 exuberance 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 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, and induct them into the motherf**in' Rock n'- 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** are you thinking Little gay lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking, boy You're witnessing a ma**acre 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 everyday looking, boy Hey, 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 [Verse 3] 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, 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 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 tryin' 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 nine 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** 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 ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya 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 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 (J.J. Fad) 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 is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating, how to give a mothaf**ing 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 hurtin' you, how many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too Unghh, school flunky, pill junky But look at the accolades these sk**s 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** you I'm drunk so Satan take the f**ing wheel, I'm asleep 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 had Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation and understand the discrimination But f** it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the 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 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?