SykoBeats - Rap God (Instremental Remix) lyrics

Ever since I fell out of mums-womb I've been deranged like she done-shrooms The whole 9 months sat up in one-room Boxing them off, you can tell by one-tune One modicum Of my rhymes and you'll know I'm smouldering Every beat I touch flowing colder-than The omen-in A river that's frozen-in Murderous-rhymer Virtuous-writer Perfect-designer First-of-a-kind-a Monster trapped in a game surrounded by vermin-it's-Hyper Miles from amateur Been running years but still got stamina Several albums made, no manager No producer, no one in my calibre I'm on a hunt for Excalibur Wanna be king, I'll munch any challenger Work each month on the calendar That's why every one of my tracks are damagers See I use reason-and-logic But I don't just mean to key-the-melodics When I write these rhymes I'm deep-and-methodic These new emcees make me-wanna-vomit Feeling to quit-rap Cause right now it's future looks pitch-black Half of the world is dunce, and these new rap fans need a b**h-slap You don't know the meaning of the genre Following trends like you're doing the conga But no matter, each year I get stronger I'll swallow this game whole like an anaconda A lot of people think that talking really fast in a song means you've got sk** No, It just means you're talking really fast to have the substance your song lacks filled So, To everybody that's been telling me I really need to get a new flow please chill Coz on a level there just really ain't a track I ever made that I didn't f**ing k**! f** that new malarkey Everybody singing with illuminati Name me a mainstream track that ain't a love tune or some sh** to use-in-parties? Oh there is-none It's all about making kids-run To the store with her or his-mum To buy the latest star of jizzdom And f** a Marshall Mathers LP sequel That's a disgrace to a cla**ic not equal Put Stan or The Way I Am, to Survival or Rap God and you choose people Infact my bad don't, cause you don't even know what you're meaning When the original dropped the majority of you were probably f**ing semen Rap's-clogged Up with all of these wack-jobs Talking about their fat-wads And their b**hes while you twats-nod But I'm a Hip-Hop hero on a bat-pod Already got an insane backlog Of these tracks-dog Already crazy, one day I'll be a rap-god....