Eminem - Rap God (Lyrics)

Eminem - Rap God (Lyrics) Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Eminem Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Chorus] 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 [Verse] So you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin You rodent, I’m omnipotent Let off, then I’m reloadin’ Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’ And I should not be woken I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’ But I got your mom deep-throatin’ I’m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin’ 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 lookin’ 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 9 See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ 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***in’ 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 looked like a f** at Mayweather’s pad Singin’ 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 comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin’ 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 ricochetin’ off of me and it’ll glue to you and I’m devastating, more than ever 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 rippin’ 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?! 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*** you I’m drunk, so, Satan, take the f***ing wheel I’ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin’ 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 askin’ 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*** it, life’s handin’ 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