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Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 97.054 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappidy rap Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac Pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac Now the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 [Bridge:] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 (PEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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, induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering And 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I 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've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You're write normal, fuck 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 fag At Maywhether's pad singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming 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 never stating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' 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'd 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 at songs You could sacrifice virgins to School flunkie, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 82.420 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Eminem'in Yeni Video Klibi "Rap God"
Eminem - Rap God Lyrics 06:07
Eminem - Rap God Lyrics 20.461 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God Şarkı sözü: 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-cock it, got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, skill-a-holic (Kill 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 mothafucking table over the back of a couple of faggots 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 shit 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 motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking Little gay lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking, boy You're witnessing a massacre 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 shit, 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 fuck that you rhyme for, you're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck 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 fag 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 kill you!" lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming 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 mothafucking 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 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, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking 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 fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 17.955 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) (Yeni Klip 2013) Lyrics - Şarkı Sözleri: [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappidy rap Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac Pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac Now the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 [Bridge:] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 (PEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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, induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering And 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I 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've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You're write normal, fuck 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 fag At Maywhether's pad singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming 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 never stating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' 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'd 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 at songs You could sacrifice virgins to School flunkie, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Rapgod İle Süpersonik Rap Yapan Kız 06:05
Rapgod İle Süpersonik Rap Yapan Kız 7.917 izlenme - 1 yıl önce Eminem'in rap ilahlığını ilan ettiği şarkısıyla ortamı coşturan ablamızı izliyoruz. İzlerken bi anda siz aklıma geldiniz lan niyeyse:) (yine iyisiniz köftehorlar) buraya da koyayım dedim. Özellikle 04:25'den sonraki kısım çok iyi.
Eminem - Rap God 06:03
Eminem - Rap God 4.848 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Rap God By Eminem "Rap God" [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 [Bridge:] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 (PEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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 motherfuckin' 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering And 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I 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've Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You're write normal, fuck 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 fag At Maywhether's pad singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd 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 to School flunkie, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Audio) 06:06
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Eminem - Rap God - Türkçe Altyazılı 06:09
Eminem - Rap God - Türkçe Altyazılı 3.060 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Çeviri : İlknur Ceylan & Semih Kalaycı senkron Ve Düzenleme : Bl00kers bl00kers.tumblr.com cemden.blogspot.com Şarkı Sözleri: [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Chorus:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Canlı Performans) 06:15
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Eminem Rap God (Ismail Can Sönmez Remix Explicit) 06:09
Eminem Rap God (Ismail Can Sönmez Remix Explicit) 1.703 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Facebook : http://facebook.com/ismailcansonmezfan Twitter : http://twitter.com/djismailsz Eminem Rap God - Şarkı Sözleri: Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Bridge:] Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Berzerk (canlı performans) 04:24
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Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 1.268 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God Şarkı Sözü: Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappidy rap Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac Pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac Now the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 [Bridge:] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 (PEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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, induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering And 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I 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've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You're write normal, fuck 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 fag At Maywhether's pad singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming 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 never stating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' 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'd 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 at songs You could sacrifice virgins to School flunkie, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 1.041 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) Şarkı Sözü: [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Bridge:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem Rap God (Ismail Can Sönmez Remix Explicit) 06:04
Eminem Rap God (Ismail Can Sönmez Remix Explicit) 1.451 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Eminem Rap God (Ismail Can Sönmez Remix Explicit) Facebook : http://facebook.com/ismailcansonmezfan Twitter : http://twitter.com/djismailsz Lyric " Şarkı Sözü " "Rap God" [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Chorus:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 706 izlenme - 3 yıl önce [ Intro ] 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 İt (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 ıf That Means, What I Think İt Means, We're İn Trouble – Big Trouble – And İf He İs As Bananas As You Say, I'm Not Taking Any Chances you Were Just What The Doctor Ordered [hook 1] ı'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 [verse 1] but For Me To Rap Like A Computer Must Be İn My Genes ı Got A Laptop İn My Back Pocket my Pen'll Go Off When I Half-cock İt got A Fat Knot From That Rap Profit made A Living And A Killing Off İt ever Since Bill Clinton Was Still İn Office with Monica Lewinsky Feeling On His Nut-sack ı'm An Mc Still As Honest but As Rude And İndecent As All Hell syllables, Killaholic (kill 'em All With) this Slickety, Gibbedy, Hibbedy Hip Hop you Don't Really Wanna Get İnto A Pissing Match With This Rappidy Rap packing A Mac İn The Back Of The Ac, Pack Backpack Rap, Yep, Yakety-yak and At The Exact Same Time ı Attempt These Lyrical Acrobat Stunts While I'm Practicing That ı'll Still Be Able To Break A Motherfuckin' Table over The Back Of A Couple Of Faggots And Crack İt İn Half only Realized İt Was İronic I Was Signed To Aftermath After The Fact how Could I Not Blow? All I Do İs Drop F-bombs, Feel My Wrath Of Attack rappers Are Having A Rough Time Period, Here's A Maxipad ıt's Actually Disastrously Bad For The Wack while I'm Masterfully Constructing This Masterpiece As [hook 2] ı'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 Shit Ain't That Hard, That Hard [verse 2] everybody Want The Key And The Secret To Rap İmmortality 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 İt As A Vehicle To Bust A 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 ınspired Enough To One Day Grow Up, Blow Up And Be İn A Position to Meet Run Dmc And İnduct Them İnto The Motherfuckin' Rock N' roll Hall Of Fame even Though I Walk İn The Church And Burst İn A Ball Of Flames only Hall Of Fame I Be İnducted İn İs The Alcohol Of Fame on The Wall Of Shame you Fags Think İt's All A Game 'til I Walk A Flock Of Flames off Of Planking, Tell Me What İn The Fuck Are You Thinking? little Gay Looking Boy so Gay I Can Barely Say İt With A Straight Face Looking Boy you Witnessing A Massacre 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? ı Got A "hell Yeah" From Dre Looking Boy ı'mma Work For Everything I Have never Ask Nobody For Shit, Get Outta My Face Looking Boy basically Boy You're Never Gonna Be Capable to Keep Up With The Same Pace Looking Boy [hook 3] ı'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 [verse 3] so You Be Thor And I'll Be Odin, You Rodent, I'm Omnipotent let Off Then I'm Reloading İmmediately With These Bombs I'm Totin' and I Should Not Be Woken ı'm The Walking Dead, But I'm Just A Talking Head, A Zombie Floating but I Got Your Mom Deep Throating ı'm Out My Ramen Noodle, We Have Nothing İn Common, Poodle ı'm A Doberman, Pinch Yourself İn The Arm And Pay Homage, Pupil ıt's Me, My Honesty's Brutal but İt's Honestly Futile İf I Don't Utilize What I Do Though for Good At Least Once İn A While so I Wanna Make Sure Somewhere İn This Chicken Scratch I Scribble And Doodle enough Rhymes To Maybe To Try And Help Get Some People Through Tough Times but I Gotta Keep A Few Punchlines Just İn Case Cause Even You Unsigned rappers Are Hungry Looking At Me Like İt's Lunchtime ı 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 "ı'm Back" From The Mathers Lp one Where I Tried To Say I Take Seven Kids From Columbine put 'em All İn A Line, Add An Ak-47, A Revolver And A Nine see İf I Get Away With İt Now That I Ain't As Big As I Was, But I've Morphed İnto An İmmortal Coming Through The Portal you're Stuck İn A Timewarp From 2004 Though and I Don't Know What The Fuck That You Rhyme For you're Pointless As Rapunzel With Fucking Cornrows you're Like Normal, Fuck 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 Fag At Mayweather’s Pad singin' 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'mma Kill You'' lyrics Coming At You At Supersonic Speed, (jj Fad) uh, Sama Lamaa Duma Lamaa You Assuming I'm A Human what I Gotta Do To Get İt Through To You I'm Superhuman ınnovative And I'm Made Of Rubber so That Anything You Saying Ricocheting Off Of Me And İt'll Glue To You ı'm Devastating, More Than Ever Demonstrating how To Give A Motherfuckin' Audience A Feeling Like İt's Levitating never Fading, And I Know That The Haters Are Forever Waiting for The Day That They Can Say I Fell Off, They'd Be Celebrating cause I Know The Way To Get 'em Motivated ı Make Elevating Music, You Make Elevator Music oh, He's Too Mainstream well, That's What They Do When They Get Jealous, They Confuse İt ıt's Not Hip Hop, İt's Pop, Cause I Found A Hella Way To Fuse İt with Rock, Shock Rap With Doc throw On Lose Yourself And Make 'em Lose İt ı Don't Know How To Make Songs Like That ı Don't Know What Words To Use let Me Know When İt Occurs To You while I’m Ripping Any One Of These Verses, That Versus You ıt’s Curtains, I’m İnadvertently Hurtin' You how Many Verses I Gotta Murder To Prove that İf You're Half As Nice At Songs You Can Sacrifice Virgins To (ughhh) school Flunkie, Pill Junky but Look At The Accolades The Skills Brung Me full Of Myself, But Still Hungry ı Bully Myself Cause I Make Me Do What I Put My Mind To and I'm A Million Leagues Above You, İll When I Speak İn Tongues but İt's Still Tongue İn Cheek, Fuck You ı'm Drunk So Satan Take The Fucking Wheel, I'm Asleep İn The Front Seat bumping Heavy D And The Boys, Still Chunky, But Funky but İn 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 İf You Take İnto 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 Fuck İt, Life's Handing You Lemons, Make Lemonade Then but İf I Can't Batter The Women How The Fuck Am I Supposed To Bake Them A Cake Then? don't Mistake İt For Satan ıt's A Fatal Mistake İf 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 762 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözü: [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Bridge:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 861 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God (Yeni Klip 2013)
Eminem - Rap God (Official Video) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Official Video) 598 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) (Official Video) Şarkı Sözleri (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 (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Chorus:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 583 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Look, I Was Gonna Go Easy On You Not To Hurt Your Feelings but I'm Only Going To Get This One Chance (six Minutes, Six Minutes) something's Wrong, I Can Feel İt (six Minutes, 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 ıf That Means, What I Think İt Means, We're İn Trouble big Trouble. And İf He İs As Bananas As You Say ı'm Not Taking Any Chances you Were Just What The Doctor Ordered [chorus:] ı'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 Slap Box, Slap Box? they Said I Rap Like A Robot, So Call Me Rap-bot [verse 1:] but For Me To Rap Like A Computer Must Be İn My Genes ı Got A Laptop İn My Back Pocket my Pen'll Go Off When I Half-cock İt got A Fat Knot From That Rap Profit made A Living And A Killing Off İt ever Since Bill Clinton Was Still İn Office with Monica Lewinski Feeling On His Nutsack ı'm An Mc Still As Honest but As Rude And As İndecent As All Hell syllables, Skill-a-holic (kill 'em All With) this Flippity, Dippity-hippity Hip-hop you Don't Really Wanna Get İnto A Pissing Match with This Rappity-rap packing A Mack İn The Back Of The Ac backpack Rap, Crap, Yap-yap, Yackety-yack and At The Exact Same Time ı Attempt These Lyrical Acrobat Stunts While I'm Practicing That ı'll Still Be Able To Break A Motherfuckin' Table over The Back Of A Couple Of Faggots And Crack İt İn Half only Realized İt Was İronic ı Was Signed To Aftermath After The Fact how Could I Not Blow? All I Do İs Drop "f" Bombs feel My Wrath Of Attack rappers Are Having A Rough Time Period here's A Maxi-pad ıt's Actually Disastrously Bad for The Wack While I'm Masterfully Constructing This Masterpiece Yeah [chorus:] 'cause 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 Slap Box, Slap Box? let Me Show You Maintaining This Shit Ain't That Hard, That Hard [verse 2:] everybody Want The Key And The Secret To Rap ımmortality 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 and Did Nothing But Shoot For The Moon Since (ppeeyoom) mc's Get Taken To School With This Music 'cause I Use İt As A Vehicle To 'bus The Rhyme' now I Lead A New School Full Of Students me? Me, I'm A Product Of Rakim lakim Shabazz, 2pac, N-w-a., Cube, Hey, Doc, Ren yella, Eazy, Thank You, They Got Slim ınspired Enough To One Day Grow Up blow Up And Being İn A Position to Meet Run-d.m.c. And İnduct Them ınto The Motherfuckin' Rock N' roll Hall Of Fame Even Though I Walk İn The Church and Burst İn A Ball Of Flames only Hall Of Fame I'll Be İnducted İn İs The Alcohol Of Fame on The Wall Of Shame you Fags Think İt's All A Game 'til I Walk A Flock Of Flames off A Plank And tell Me What İn The Fuck Are You Thinking? little Gay Looking Boy so Gay I Can Barely Say İt With A 'straight' Face Looking Boy you're Witnessing A Mass-occur Like You're Watching A Church Gathering and 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 Every Day Looking Boy hey, Looking Boy, What D'you Say Looking Boy? ı Get A "hell Yeah" From Dre Looking Boy ı'mma Work For Everything I Have never Asked Nobody For Shit git Out My Face Looking Boy basically Boy You're Never Gonna Be Capable of Keeping Up With The Same Pace Looking Boy, 'cause [chorus:] ı'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 [verse 3:] so You'll Be Thor And I'll Be Odin you Rodent, I'm Omnipotent let Off Then I'm Reloading ımmediately With These Bombs I'm Totin' and I Should Not Be Woken ı'm The Walking Dead but I'm Just A Talking Head, A Zombie Floating but I Got Your Mom Deep Throating ı'm Out My Ramen Noodle we Have Nothing İn Common, Poodle ı'm A Doberman, Pinch Yourself ın The Arm And Pay Homage, Pupil ıt's Me my Honesty's Brutal but İt's Honestly Futile İf I Don't Utilize what I Do Though For Good at Least Once İn A While So I Wanna Make Sure somewhere İn 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 İn Case 'cause Even You Unsigned rappers Are Hungry Looking At Me Like İt's Lunchtime ı 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 "ı'm Back" From The Mathers Lp one When I Tried To Say I'll Take Seven Kids From Columbine put 'em All İn A Line add An Ak-47, A Revolver And A Nine see İf I Get Away With İt Now that I Ain't As Big As I Was, But I'm morphin' İnto An İmmortal Coming Through The Portal you're Stuck İn A Time Warp From Two Thousand Four Though and I Don't Know What The Fuck That You Rhyme For you're Pointless As Rapunzel with Fucking Cornrows you Write Normal, Fuck Being Normal and I Just Bought A New Ray Gun From The Future just To Come And Shoot Ya like When Fabulous Made Ray J Mad 'cause Fab Said He Looked Like A Fag at Mayweather's Pad Singin' To A Man while He Play Piano man, Oh Man, That Was The 24/7 Special on The Cable Channel so Ray J Went Straight To Radio Station The Very Next Day "hey, Fab, I'mma Kill You" lyrics Coming At You At Supersonic Speed, (jj Fad) uh, Summa Lumma Dooma Lumma You Assuming I'm A Human what I Gotta Do To Get İt Through To You I'm Superhuman ınnovative And I'm Made Of Rubber, So That Anything You Say İs ricochet İn Off A Me And İt'll Glue To You and I'm Devastating More Than Ever Demonstrating how To Give A Motherfuckin' Audience A Feeling Like İt's Levitating never Fading, And I Know That 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 ı Make Elevating Music you Make Elevator Music "oh, He's Too Mainstream." well, That's What They Do when They Get Jealous, They Confuse İt "ıt's Not Hip Hop, İt's Pop." 'cause I Found A Hella Way To Fuse İt with Rock, Shock Rap With Doc throw On "lose Yourself" And Make 'em Lose İt ı Don't Know How To Make Songs Like That ı Don't Know What Words To Use let Me Know When İt Occurs To You while I'm Ripping Any One Of These Verses That Versus You ıt's Curtains, I'm İnadvertently Hurtin' You how Many Verses I Gotta Murder To prove That İf You Were Half As Nice, your Songs You Could Sacrifice Virgins To unghh, School Flunky, Pill Junky but Look At The Accolades These Skills Brung Me full Of Myself, But Still Hungry ı Bully Myself 'cause I Make Me Do What I Put My Mind To when I'm A Million Leagues Above You ıll When I Speak İn Tongues but İt's Still Tongue-and-cheek, Fuck You ı'm Drunk So Satan Take The Fucking Wheel ı'm Asleep İn The Front Seat bumping Heavy D And The Boys "still Chunky, But Funky" but İn My Head There's Something ı 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 İf You Take İnto Consideration The Bitter Hatred I Had then You May Be A Little Patient And More Sympathetic To The Situation and Understand The Discrimination but Fuck İt life's Handing You Lemons make Lemonade Then but İf I Can't Batter The Women how The Fuck Am I Supposed To Bake Them A Cake Then? don't Mistake Him For Satan ıt's A Fatal Mistake İf 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 636 izlenme - 4 yıl önce "Rap God" Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing 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, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 [Bridge:] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 (PEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust 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 motherfuckin' 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 be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You're witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering And 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace looking boy, cause [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I 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've Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You're write normal, fuck 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 fag At Maywhether's pad singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd 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 to School flunkie, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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're 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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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?
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 646 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) Şarkı Sözleri (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) [Bridge] 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 [Verse 1] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nut-sack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac Backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece (Yeah) [Bridge] Cause 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got [Verse 2] 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, induct them into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking Little gay lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy You witnessing a massacre Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin' 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 lookin', boy Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy I get a "hell yeah" from Dre lookin', boy I'ma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] 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 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 trying to censor you Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal, fuck 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 fag at Mayweather’s pad Singin' 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'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming 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 ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' 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 to School flunkie, pill junky 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, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women how the fuck 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 Video Director: Rich Lee Video Producer: Justin Diener Video Producer: Kathy Angstadt
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Eminem Rap - God ( Explicit) 06:09
Eminem Rap - God ( Explicit) 220 izlenme - 3 yıl önce "Rap God" [Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, 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 were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] 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 slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] 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-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-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, 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 motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiece yeah [Chorus:] 'Cause 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 slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] 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 and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) 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? 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 being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' 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 fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And 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 every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 3:] So you'll 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 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 trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One 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 two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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 Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that 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 to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky 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 When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and 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'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 fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck 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 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?
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 317 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Look, I Was Gonna Go Easy On You Not To Hurt Your Feelings but I'm Only Going To Get This One Chance (six Minutes, Six Minutes) something's Wrong, I Can Feel İt (six Minutes, 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 ıf That Means, What I Think İt Means, We're İn Trouble big Trouble. And İf He İs As Bananas As You Say ı'm Not Taking Any Chances you Were Just What The Doctor Ordered [chorus:] ı'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 Slap Box, Slap Box? they Said I Rap Like A Robot, So Call Me Rap-bot [verse 1:] but For Me To Rap Like A Computer Must Be İn My Genes ı Got A Laptop İn My Back Pocket my Pen'll Go Off When I Half-cock İt got A Fat Knot From That Rap Profit made A Living And A Killing Off İt ever Since Bill Clinton Was Still İn Office with Monica Lewinski Feeling On His Nutsack ı'm An Mc Still As Honest but As Rude And As İndecent As All Hell syllables, Skill-a-holic (kill 'em All With) this Flippity, Dippity-hippity Hip-hop you Don't Really Wanna Get İnto A Pissing Match with This Rappity-rap packing A Mack İn The Back Of The Ac backpack Rap, Crap, Yap-yap, Yackety-yack and At The Exact Same Time ı Attempt These Lyrical Acrobat Stunts While I'm Practicing That ı'll Still Be Able To Break A Motherfuckin' Table over The Back Of A Couple Of Faggots And Crack İt İn Half only Realized İt Was İronic ı Was Signed To Aftermath After The Fact how Could I Not Blow? All I Do İs Drop "f" Bombs feel My Wrath Of Attack rappers Are Having A Rough Time Period here's A Maxi-pad ıt's Actually Disastrously Bad for The Wack While I'm Masterfully Constructing This Masterpiece Yeah [chorus:] 'cause 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 Slap Box, Slap Box? let Me Show You Maintaining This Shit Ain't That Hard, That Hard [verse 2:] everybody Want The Key And The Secret To Rap ımmortality 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 and Did Nothing But Shoot For The Moon Since (ppeeyoom) mc's Get Taken To School With This Music 'cause I Use İt As A Vehicle To 'bus The Rhyme' now I Lead A New School Full Of Students me? Me, I'm A Product Of Rakim lakim Shabazz, 2pac, N-w-a., Cube, Hey, Doc, Ren yella, Eazy, Thank You, They Got Slim ınspired Enough To One Day Grow Up blow Up And Being İn A Position to Meet Run-d.m.c. And İnduct Them ınto The Motherfuckin' Rock N' roll Hall Of Fame Even Though I Walk İn The Church and Burst İn A Ball Of Flames only Hall Of Fame I'll Be İnducted İn İs The Alcohol Of Fame on The Wall Of Shame you Fags Think İt's All A Game 'til I Walk A Flock Of Flames off A Plank And tell Me What İn The Fuck Are You Thinking? little Gay Looking Boy so Gay I Can Barely Say İt With A 'straight' Face Looking Boy you're Witnessing A Mass-occur Like You're Watching A Church Gathering and 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 Every Day Looking Boy hey, Looking Boy, What D'you Say Looking Boy? ı Get A "hell Yeah" From Dre Looking Boy ı'mma Work For Everything I Have never Asked Nobody For Shit git Out My Face Looking Boy basically Boy You're Never Gonna Be Capable of Keeping Up With The Same Pace Looking Boy, 'cause [chorus:] ı'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 [verse 3:] so You'll Be Thor And I'll Be Odin you Rodent, I'm Omnipotent let Off Then I'm Reloading ımmediately With These Bombs I'm Totin' and I Should Not Be Woken ı'm The Walking Dead but I'm Just A Talking Head, A Zombie Floating but I Got Your Mom Deep Throating ı'm Out My Ramen Noodle we Have Nothing İn Common, Poodle ı'm A Doberman, Pinch Yourself ın The Arm And Pay Homage, Pupil ıt's Me my Honesty's Brutal but İt's Honestly Futile İf I Don't Utilize what I Do Though For Good at Least Once İn A While So I Wanna Make Sure somewhere İn 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 İn Case 'cause Even You Unsigned rappers Are Hungry Looking At Me Like İt's Lunchtime ı 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 "ı'm Back" From The Mathers Lp one When I Tried To Say I'll Take Seven Kids From Columbine put 'em All İn A Line add An Ak-47, A Revolver And A Nine see İf I Get Away With İt Now that I Ain't As Big As I Was, But I'm morphin' İnto An İmmortal Coming Through The Portal you're Stuck İn A Time Warp From Two Thousand Four Though and I Don't Know What The Fuck That You Rhyme For you're Pointless As Rapunzel with Fucking Cornrows you Write Normal, Fuck Being Normal and I Just Bought A New Ray Gun From The Future just To Come And Shoot Ya like When Fabulous Made Ray J Mad 'cause Fab Said He Looked Like A Fag at Mayweather's Pad Singin' To A Man while He Play Piano man, Oh Man, That Was The 24/7 Special on The Cable Channel so Ray J Went Straight To Radio Station The Very Next Day "hey, Fab, I'mma Kill You" lyrics Coming At You At Supersonic Speed, (jj Fad) uh, Summa Lumma Dooma Lumma You Assuming I'm A Human what I Gotta Do To Get İt Through To You I'm Superhuman ınnovative And I'm Made Of Rubber, So That Anything You Say İs ricochet İn Off A Me And İt'll Glue To You and I'm Devastating More Than Ever Demonstrating how To Give A Motherfuckin' Audience A Feeling Like İt's Levitating never Fading, And I Know That 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 ı Make Elevating Music you Make Elevator Music "oh, He's Too Mainstream." well, That's What They Do when They Get Jealous, They Confuse İt "ıt's Not Hip Hop, İt's Pop." 'cause I Found A Hella Way To Fuse İt with Rock, Shock Rap With Doc throw On "lose Yourself" And Make 'em Lose İt ı Don't Know How To Make Songs Like That ı Don't Know What Words To Use let Me Know When İt Occurs To You while I'm Ripping Any One Of These Verses That Versus You ıt's Curtains, I'm İnadvertently Hurtin' You how Many Verses I Gotta Murder To prove That İf You Were Half As Nice, your Songs You Could Sacrifice Virgins To unghh, School Flunky, Pill Junky but Look At The Accolades These Skills Brung Me full Of Myself, But Still Hungry ı Bully Myself 'cause I Make Me Do What I Put My Mind To when I'm A Million Leagues Above You ıll When I Speak İn Tongues but İt's Still Tongue-and-cheek, Fuck You ı'm Drunk So Satan Take The Fucking Wheel ı'm Asleep İn The Front Seat bumping Heavy D And The Boys "still Chunky, But Funky" but İn My Head There's Something ı 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 İf You Take İnto Consideration The Bitter Hatred I Had then You May Be A Little Patient And More Sympathetic To The Situation and Understand The Discrimination but Fuck İt life's Handing You Lemons make Lemonade Then but İf I Can't Batter The Women how The Fuck Am I Supposed To Bake Them A Cake Then? don't Mistake Him For Satan ıt's A Fatal Mistake İf 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?
Eminem - Rap God'u 40 Farklı Stilde Seslendirmek 06:51
Eminem - Rap God'u 40 Farklı Stilde Seslendirmek 133 izlenme - 2 yıl önce Eminem'in Rap God şarkısını 40 farklı stilde seslendiren youtuber, bizlere eşsiz bir video sunmuş.2Pac,Biggie,Snoop Dogg ve bunun gibi 40 farklı stil bi arada.
Eminem - Rap God 06:09
Eminem - Rap God 252 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri (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 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'LL GO OFF WHEN I HALF-COCK IT, GOT A FAT KNOT FROM THAT RAP PROFIT MADE A LIVIN' AND A KILLIN' OFF IT EVER SINCE BILL CLINTON WAS STILL IN OFFICE WITH MONICA LEWINSKI FEELIN' ON HIS NUTSACK, I'M AN MC STILL AS HONEST BUT AS RUDE AND INDECENT AS ALL HELL, SYLLABLES SKILL-A-HOLIC, KILL 'EM ALL WITTHIS FLIPPITY DIPPITY-HIPPITY HIP-HOP YOU DON'T REALLY WANNA GET INTO A PISSIN' MATCH WIT' 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 PRACTICIN' THAT I'LL STILL BE ABLE TO BREAK A MOTHA-FUCKIN' TABLE OVER THE BACK OF A COUPLE OF FAGGOTS 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 HAVIN' A ROUGH TIME PERIOD, HERE'S A MAXI-PAD IT'S ACTUALLY DISASTROUSLY BAD –- FOR THE WACK WHILE I'M MASTERFULLY CONSTRUCTIN' THIS MASTER PIECE (YEAH) CUZ… VERSE 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 MAINTAININ' THIS SHIT 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 AND DID NOTHIN' BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE (PPEEYOOM) MC'S GET TAKEN TO SCHOOL WIT' THIS MUSIC 'CUZ I USE IT AS A VEHICLE TO 'BUS THE RHYME', NOW I LEAD A NEW SCHOOL FULL OF STUDENTS ME? ME, I'M A PRODUCT OF RAKIM, LAKIM SHABAZZ, TUPAC, N -W-A, CUBE, HEY DOC, REN, YELLA, EAZY THANK YOU, THEY GOT SLIM INSPIRED ENOUGH TO ONE DAY GROW UP BLOW UP AND BEIN' IN A POSITION TO MEET RUN-D.M.C AND INDUCT THEM INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' ROCK 'N ROLL HALL OF FAME EVEN THO I'LL WALK IN THE CHURCH AND BURST IN A BALL OF FLAMES, ONLY HALL OF FAME I'LL BE INDUCTED IN IS THE ALCO-HOL OF FAME, ON THE WALL OF SHAME YOU FAGS THINK IT'S ALL A GAME, 'TIL I WALK-A-FLOCK OF FLAMES OFF A PLANK AND TELL ME WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKIN'? LITTLE GAY LOOKIN BOY, SO GAY I CAN BARELY SAY IT WIT A 'STRAIGHT' FACE LOOKIN' BOY YOU'RE WITNESSIN' A MASS-OCCUR LIKE YOU'RE WATCHIN A CHURCH GATHERIN' TAKE PLACE LOOKIN' BOY OY VEY, 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 HEY LOOKIN' BOY, WHAT'D YA SAY LOOKIN' BOY? I GET A "HELL YEAH!" FROM DRE LOOKIN' BOY I'M A WORK FOR EVERYTHING I HAVE NEVER ASKED NOBODY FOR SHIT, GIT OUT MY FACE LOOKIN' BOY BASICALLY BOY, YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE CAPABLE OF KEEPIN' UP WIT' THE SAME PACE LOOKIN' BOY 'CUZ… VERSE 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 RACIN' 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 RELOADIN' IMMEDIATELY WIT THESE BOMBS I'M TOTINAND 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 THROATINI'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 TA MAYBE TRY TO HELP GIT SOME PEOPLE THROUGH TUFF TIMES BUT I GOTTA KEEP A FEW PUNCH LINES JUST IN CASE 'CUZ 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 WIT' THE SKIN COLOR OF MINE, YOU GIT TOO BIG AND HERE THEY COME TRYINTA CENSOR YOU LIKE THAT ONE LINE, I SAID ON 'I'M BACK" FROM THE MATHERS LP ONE 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 GIT AWAY WIT' 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 FUCK THAT YOU RHYME FOR YOU'RE POINTLESS AS RAPUNZEL, WIT' FUCKIN' CORNROWS YOU WRITE NORMAL, FUCK BEIN' NORMAL AND I JUST BOUGHT A NEW RAY GUN FROM THE FUTURE JUST TO COME AND SHOOT YA LIKE WHEN FABULOUS MADE RAY J. MAD 'CUZ FAB SAID HE LOOKED LIKE A FAG, AT MAYWEATHER'S PAD SINGIN' TO A MAN WHILE HE PLAY PIANO MAN-O-MAN, THAT WAS THE 24-7 SPECIAL ON THE CABLE CHANNEL SO RAY J. WENT STRAIGHT TO RADIO STATION THE VERY NEXT DAY, "HEY FAB I'MA KILL YOU!" LYRICS COMIN' AT YOU AT SUPERSONIC SPEED (JJ 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 RICOCHET'IN' OFF'A ME AND IT'LL GLUE TO YOU AND I'M DEVASTATING MORE THAT EVER DEMONSTRATING HOW TO GIVE A MOTHAFUCKIN' 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 'CUZ I KNOW THE WAY TA 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" 'CUZ I FOUND A HELLA WAY TO FUSE IT WITH ROCK, SHOCK-RAP WIT 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 VS. 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 TO UNGHH, SCHOOL FLUNKY, PILL JUNKY BUT LOOK AT THE ACCOLADES THESE SKILLS BRUNG ME, FULL OF MYSELF, BUT STILL HUNGRY I BULLY MYSELF, CUZ 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 FUCK YOU I'M DRUNK, SO SATAN TAKE THE FUCKING WHEEL I'M ASLEEP IN THE FRONT SEAT BUMPING HEAVY D. & THE BOYZ "STILL CHUNKY BUT FUNKY" BUT, IN MY HEAD THERE'S SOMETHING I CAN FEEL TUGGING AND STRUGGLING ANGELS FIGHT WIT' DEVILS AND HERE'S WHAT THE WANT FROM ME THEY'RE ASKIN' ME TO ELIMINATE SOME OF THE WOMAN 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 FUCK IT, LIFE'S HANDIN' YOU LEMONS- MAKE LEMONADE, THEN BUT IF I CAN'T BATTER THE WOMEN, HOW THE FUCK AM I 'SPOSED TO BAKE 'EM 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-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?
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 06:09
Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) 173 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri (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 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'LL GO OFF WHEN I HALF-COCK IT, GOT A FAT KNOT FROM THAT RAP PROFIT MADE A LIVIN' AND A KILLIN' OFF IT EVER SINCE BILL CLINTON WAS STILL IN OFFICE WITH MONICA LEWINSKI FEELIN' ON HIS NUTSACK, I'M AN MC STILL AS HONEST BUT AS RUDE AND INDECENT AS ALL HELL, SYLLABLES SKILL-A-HOLIC, KILL 'EM ALL WITTHIS FLIPPITY DIPPITY-HIPPITY HIP-HOP YOU DON'T REALLY WANNA GET INTO A PISSIN' MATCH WIT' 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 PRACTICIN' THAT I'LL STILL BE ABLE TO BREAK A MOTHA-FUCKIN' TABLE OVER THE BACK OF A COUPLE OF FAGGOTS 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 HAVIN' A ROUGH TIME PERIOD, HERE'S A MAXI-PAD IT'S ACTUALLY DISASTROUSLY BAD –- FOR THE WACK WHILE I'M MASTERFULLY CONSTRUCTIN' THIS MASTER PIECE (YEAH) CUZ… VERSE 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 MAINTAININ' THIS SHIT 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 AND DID NOTHIN' BUT SHOOT FOR THE MOON SINCE (PPEEYOOM) MC'S GET TAKEN TO SCHOOL WIT' THIS MUSIC 'CUZ I USE IT AS A VEHICLE TO 'BUS THE RHYME', NOW I LEAD A NEW SCHOOL FULL OF STUDENTS ME? ME, I'M A PRODUCT OF RAKIM, LAKIM SHABAZZ, TUPAC, N -W-A, CUBE, HEY DOC, REN, YELLA, EAZY THANK YOU, THEY GOT SLIM INSPIRED ENOUGH TO ONE DAY GROW UP BLOW UP AND BEIN' IN A POSITION TO MEET RUN-D.M.C AND INDUCT THEM INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' ROCK 'N ROLL HALL OF FAME EVEN THO I'LL WALK IN THE CHURCH AND BURST IN A BALL OF FLAMES, ONLY HALL OF FAME I'LL BE INDUCTED IN IS THE ALCO-HOL OF FAME, ON THE WALL OF SHAME YOU FAGS THINK IT'S ALL A GAME, 'TIL I WALK-A-FLOCK OF FLAMES OFF A PLANK AND TELL ME WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKIN'? LITTLE GAY LOOKIN BOY, SO GAY I CAN BARELY SAY IT WIT A 'STRAIGHT' FACE LOOKIN' BOY YOU'RE WITNESSIN' A MASS-OCCUR LIKE YOU'RE WATCHIN A CHURCH GATHERIN' TAKE PLACE LOOKIN' BOY OY VEY, 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 HEY LOOKIN' BOY, WHAT'D YA SAY LOOKIN' BOY? I GET A "HELL YEAH!" FROM DRE LOOKIN' BOY I'M A WORK FOR EVERYTHING I HAVE NEVER ASKED NOBODY FOR SHIT, GIT OUT MY FACE LOOKIN' BOY BASICALLY BOY, YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE CAPABLE OF KEEPIN' UP WIT' THE SAME PACE LOOKIN' BOY 'CUZ… VERSE 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 RACIN' 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 RELOADIN' IMMEDIATELY WIT THESE BOMBS I'M TOTINAND 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 THROATINI'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 TA MAYBE TRY TO HELP GIT SOME PEOPLE THROUGH TUFF TIMES BUT I GOTTA KEEP A FEW PUNCH LINES JUST IN CASE 'CUZ 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 WIT' THE SKIN COLOR OF MINE, YOU GIT TOO BIG AND HERE THEY COME TRYINTA CENSOR YOU LIKE THAT ONE LINE, I SAID ON 'I'M BACK" FROM THE MATHERS LP ONE 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 GIT AWAY WIT' 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 FUCK THAT YOU RHYME FOR YOU'RE POINTLESS AS RAPUNZEL, WIT' FUCKIN' CORNROWS YOU WRITE NORMAL, FUCK BEIN' NORMAL AND I JUST BOUGHT A NEW RAY GUN FROM THE FUTURE JUST TO COME AND SHOOT YA LIKE WHEN FABULOUS MADE RAY J. MAD 'CUZ FAB SAID HE LOOKED LIKE A FAG, AT MAYWEATHER'S PAD SINGIN' TO A MAN WHILE HE PLAY PIANO MAN-O-MAN, THAT WAS THE 24-7 SPECIAL ON THE CABLE CHANNEL SO RAY J. WENT STRAIGHT TO RADIO STATION THE VERY NEXT DAY, "HEY FAB I'MA KILL YOU!" LYRICS COMIN' AT YOU AT SUPERSONIC SPEED (JJ 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 RICOCHET'IN' OFF'A ME AND IT'LL GLUE TO YOU AND I'M DEVASTATING MORE THAT EVER DEMONSTRATING HOW TO GIVE A MOTHAFUCKIN' 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 'CUZ I KNOW THE WAY TA 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" 'CUZ I FOUND A HELLA WAY TO FUSE IT WITH ROCK, SHOCK-RAP WIT 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 VS. 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 TO UNGHH, SCHOOL FLUNKY, PILL JUNKY BUT LOOK AT THE ACCOLADES THESE SKILLS BRUNG ME, FULL OF MYSELF, BUT STILL HUNGRY I BULLY MYSELF, CUZ 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 FUCK YOU I'M DRUNK, SO SATAN TAKE THE FUCKING WHEEL I'M ASLEEP IN THE FRONT SEAT BUMPING HEAVY D. & THE BOYZ "STILL CHUNKY BUT FUNKY" BUT, IN MY HEAD THERE'S SOMETHING I CAN FEEL TUGGING AND STRUGGLING ANGELS FIGHT WIT' DEVILS AND HERE'S WHAT THE WANT FROM ME THEY'RE ASKIN' ME TO ELIMINATE SOME OF THE WOMAN 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 FUCK IT, LIFE'S HANDIN' YOU LEMONS- MAKE LEMONADE, THEN BUT IF I CAN'T BATTER THE WOMEN, HOW THE FUCK AM I 'SPOSED TO BAKE 'EM 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-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?