The Animal In Me - Rap God lyrics

Shane Look, I was gonna go easy on you And not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it Just a feeling I have 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 bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the Doctor ordered Laura 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 Shane 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 nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell Syllables sk**-a-holic (k** 'em all with) This slickety-gippety-hippity-hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap Packing a Mack in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yap-yap, yacketty-yack And now 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**in' 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 maxipad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece, yeah Laura 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 Shane 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, I did nothing but shoot for the moon since 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. 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You f*gs think it's all a game till I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the f** are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a ma**acre Like you 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, looking boy, what you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for that sh**, get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable Of keeping up with the same pace looking boy Laura 'Cause 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 Shane 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 totin' 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 deepthroating 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 "Lungs" from the Instincts EP One where I tried to say I'd 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 timewarp 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 Raygun from the future To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a f*g at Maywhether's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh, man, that was the 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma k** you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, JJ Fad Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa 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 I'm devastating, more than never demonstrating How to give a motherf**in' 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 diverse as 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 and you could sacrifice virgins too 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 and cheek, f** you I'm drunk so Satan take the f**ing wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D. & the Boys, 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 asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that 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 it 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?