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I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
I thought that you`d remember, but it seems that you forgot It`s for me to blame you when you were already lost Oh, yeah, I`m tired of always waiting, oh, yeah, yeah I see you changed your number, that`s why you don`t get my calls I gave you all of me, now you don`t wanna be involved Oh, yeah, yeah, I really gotta face it, oh, yeah, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone All my love is gone and the hate has grown I`m standing all alone and I`m searching for something But I can`t feel nothing I pack my bags and go, this don`t feel like home Too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used How am I supposed to live without you? I refuse, yeah I just wanna be the one But to you, we`re already done Tell me, why`d you have to hit-and-run me? Now I`m all alone crying ugly You broke my heart just for fun Took my love and just left me numb Now it`s eight in the morning Hate in the morning (all because of you) Another story that`s sad and true I can feel the pain, can you? You had to be the one to let me down To color me blue Hate to see you with someone new I`ll put a curse on her and you Ain`t no looking back, now you`re dead and gone My love is gone, too All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-one All my love is gone Now you`re dead and gone
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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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
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, 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 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, it 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 Lewinsky feelin` 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 pissin` match With this rappity t, 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 motherin` 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 constructing this masterpièce `Cause 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 mainnin` this ain`t that , that Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι 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 (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music `Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I`m a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherin` Rock and 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 are you thinkin`? Little -lookin` boy So , I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin` boy (ha-ha!) You`re witnessin` a mass-occur Like you`re watching a church gathering take place, lookin` boy "Oy vey, that boy`s !" 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 you say, lookin` boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin` boy I`ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for Get outta my face, lookin` boy! Basically, boy, you`re never gonna be capable Of keepin` up with the same pace, lookin` boy, `cause- 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 Earnt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet`s Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you`ll be Thor and I`ll be Odin You rodent, I`m omnipotent Let off, then I`m reloadin` Immediately with these bombs I`m totin` And I should not be woken I`m the walkin` dead, but I`m just a talkin` head, a zombie floatin` But I got your mom deep-throatin` I`m out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin` in common, poodle I`m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It`s me, my honesty`s brutal But it`s honestly futile if I don`t utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case `cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin` at me like it`s lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I`m on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin` To censor you like that one line I said on "I`m Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I`ll take seven kids from Columbine Put `em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain`t as big as I was, but I`m Morphin` into an immortal, comin` through the portal You`re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don`t know what the that you rhyme for You`re pointless as Rapunzel with in` cornrows You write normal? 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 Mayweather`s pad Singin` to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I`ma kill you!" Lyrics comin` at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin` I`m a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I`m superhuman? Innovative and I`m made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin` off of me, and it`ll glue to you and I`m devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherin` 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 celeting `Cause I know the way to get `em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he`s too mainstream" Well, that`s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It`s not hip-hop, it`s pop, " `cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make `em lose it I don`t know how to make songs like that I don`t know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I`m rippin` any one of these verses that versus you It`s curns, 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 s too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself `cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I`m a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it`s still tongue-in-cheek, you I`m drunk, so, Satan, take the ing wheel I`ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin` Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there`s something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here`s what they want from me They`re askin` me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But it, life`s handin` you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can`t batter the women How the 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?
mau bersihin scnya ka sane🥰
BUAT YANG GA IKUT SPACE NYA BYRU SAMA SETANG NIH GUA KASIH TAU ISI SPACE MEREKA. Awalnya byru sama setang itu cuman ngobrol ngobrol biasa sambil bercanda TANPA bawa bawa pihak lain sambil jawab jawabin is sc nya byru juga tuh. Terus salah satu diantara mereka (byru kayaknya) bilang kalo dia sebenernya masih grogi ngespace+takut kalo nanti ada salah ngomong. Yaudah dijawab sama setang keknya kalo gasalah, dia bilang "ngga kok jensoos kan baik baik". NAH terus chaennies yang kegeeran+merasa tersindir malah nulis di sc nya byru "jensoos baik berarti chaennies ga baik gitu?" (padahal gaada yang bawa bawa chaennies lol), "Gausah bawa baaa sebelah deh" Abis itu dijawab sama byru kalo dia temenan sama author author chaennie termasuk sané, auu, dll biar lo lo pada gak salah paham. Eh malah makin kumat aja chaennies di lapaknya byru. Keliatan kan mana yang sumbu pendek disini?
ka sane youtubernya kaaaa kasian unyilnya aku masih di diemin sama bagong😭
kak ayo kita qna di wp lagi, kaya yang dulu itu loh ka😊
kita disini p dukung lo san. terusin karaya” lo, orgil kadang emang suka gitu demennya ngerusuh
ka sane sehat sehat terus ya ka. diriku sayang ka sane banyak banyak🤎
buat lo semua readersnya byru tau siapalah. elu pada masih ngapain dimariiii? sane udah hapus link scnya, elu pada obsessed atau begimaneee sampe save link scnya sane. kalau tuh si byru ga mau kena disampahin lagi lapaknya, hapus aja bro link scnya
lah lo readersnya sane juga pada nyepam di sc nya byru, padahal dia juga udah hapus link nya. sama aja kan obsessed nya?
PLS CHAENNIES GAUSAH NYEPAM ANEH-ANEH DILAPAK BYRU!! MEREKA KESINI CUMA NEGOR TP KALIAN DISANA NYAMPAH BANGETTPLS
SANE BILANGIN READERS LO INI BIAR GK NYAMPAH DI LAPAK BYRU SAMA BEY !!!!! GW CHAENNIES YG MALU !!!
wkwkwk njir gue liat dibawah ada cuma tiga tulul yg nyepam, itu juga karna minion byru mampir teros kesini. pinter bgt kalau playvict. udeh lu pergi deh chaennie juga udeh kaga ada lagi bales balesin dilapak sono. lu kaga ada kerjaan atau begimane balesin sender dimari. pake nyimpen link scnya lagi. udeh pergi lo
kayaknya yang ngerasa di shade readersnya sane doang deh lol, jelas jelas byru bilang kalo dia berteman baik sama semua author termasuk sane nya sendiri, lu ga liat karena sc nya byru udah dibersihin sama readersnya. minionnya sane ini emang lucu wkwk padahal lu juga sering seret seret nama byru kesini dari kapan tau
apa si lo njing dateng kesini marah marah. ya lo bilang juga sama author lo lain kali jgn suka nge shade. mana chaennie nyampah gua liat kaga ada nyampah chaennie disana. elu obsessed apa gimane sampe nyimpen link sc sane tolol. sebelumnya readersnya sane kaga ada yg rusuh di lapak si byru, berarti readers disini bisa gitu ke si byru karena sebab juga njing.
Gw sebagai pembaca au sane malu ngeliat ketikan readers disini pada ngerusuh di lapak byru. Mana omongan nya lg
dih penting bgt lo dateng kesini, save link sc sane lo? bukannya nyepam awalnya cuma ngasih tau cuk. grogi boleh tapi jgn asal bro pake bilang space ini aman oaga kaya di sebelah. udeehhh lu sana deehhhhh. hapus juga link sane jgn di simpen simpen. urusin aja udeh author eluu
nih ya gue kasih tau, byru cuman bilang kalo dia grogi ngespace dan takut salah ngomong, terus karena lo pada nyepam di sc dia makanya dia bilang hubungan dia sama author author lain juga baik baik aja supaya ga pada salah paham. eh malah lo lo pada ngerasa tersakiti pake ngira si sane dishade atau apalah itu kocak, makanya join spacenya biar lu denger sendiri
playvict padahal awalnya readers sane cuma ngasih tau si byru kalau space ya space aja jgn nge shade
Gue liat liat readers nya byru yang mampir kesini cuma buat negur doang deh, gaada tuh yang ngetik aneh aneh tentang sane disini, kenapa readersnya sane malah bales nyepam yang di sc nya byru?
ya readers nya byru sama bey juga ga bakal mampir kesini kalo ga lu duluan sih yang mulai duluan+ ngenganggu space nya byru
ya lo semua readersnya byru sama bey ngapa dimariiii? udeehhh hapus link scnya saneee kaga usah mampir mampir lagi dimariiiii. pake segala conversation lagi tuh dibawah. mana negur pala lu negur. bisa bgt bilang nyepam, padahal gue liat cuma tiga. itu juga kena minion si byru mampir kesini terooosssssss
Biasalah. Toxic, ntar dibalikin playvic gw juga liat di sc nya bey readers disini nyampah jg di lapak bey
Emang gk jelas mereka ngerusuh banget. Kak byru diem2 aja dah
Benerrrrr. Malah disana nyepam yg 2 bgt
Nyepam nya jeIek jeIek lagi heran
sane org mana sih? kok bisa basa sundaaa wkwwk
Rusuh banget anak2 disini sampe nyampah di sc nya byru ck
eluuu ngapain dimari jaenaaaabbb? chaennies lu?
Terus adu domba nder biar lu nya seneng juga, biar tahu siapa yg sebenernya toxic disini wkwk
Ciyee yg save link sc sane buat hate sane dan sender disini, ketauan busuk nya nih sender satu
betul tuh yg dibwh ko bsa ksni padhl linknyabudh dihapus. readers sane wajar nyimpen limk scnya krna buat tanya” lah eluuu
Yakin bener wak penghuni sini yg nyampah, biasanya kalo disana tong sampah emg gt kn ya
lah sane udh hapus link sc di akunnya ko lo bisa disini? bookmark sc sane lo?
Tolong sane suruh readers nya jaga ketikan.
Yakali org ngetik diatur juga, siape lu
Anjir gw gk terima ya kak byru diserang sama readers disini!! Sc kak byru banyak bgt yg nyampah dari lapak sini
Gk ada beda nya lu sama sampah2 di sc si byru berarti
lah sane udh hapus link sc nya, ko lo bisa disini? bookmark sc sane lo? nder lapak byru juga banyak nyampah disini wooyyy
sane udah hapus link sc ini kok lu pada msh rusuh njir
Gue yakin hubungan mereka pasti renggang, di adu domba terus. Kak Sané Kak Auu, Byru Setang, Kak Rou Kak Amara. Salah mereka ada dimana sampe lo mau adu domba? Apalagi Kak Rou sama Kak Amara, Nggak jelas lo. Kak Amara aja bukan blink, ini malah war fandom jensoo sama Chaennie
Dihhh padahal sender disini sering bgt nyeret nama byru ngaca anjir
!!!! Disebut ntar gak terima, disensor jg salah. Rusuh banget readers disini Gabisa jaga etika. Segitu byru udh bilang yg baek2
Emang IQ jongkok aja lu semua, pada ga paham maksud si sender tadi. Lu baca tuh sc byru sebelum spaces, udah ngeshade sane dengan alibi author sebelah. Bod0000000h banget cuih
Bego, sane namanya disebut tar lu gaterima, giliran nama dia sensor lu juga gaterima. Maunya apa? Kemaren kemaren lu pada juga enteng banget bawa bawa nama byru disini
kocakk justru lu pada harusnya bersyukur sender sc byru ga nyebut namnya langsung, lgian di sc byru ga pernh in sane cuma doain yg baik baik biar sc nya ga kemasuk orang gaje yg adu domba kaya di sc sane, mkanya pada nybut author tetangga, lah disini byru ga ngpa ngapain msih aja di sebut mulu
Tulisan nama byru jelas kalau disini nder, ga di samarin kyk sc byru. Haram emg nama sane di tulis? Author sebelah? Author tetangga? That author? Sane in voldemort era? Lol
pdahal sender sini juga sering bawa bawa byru
Gua nanya hubungan Author Auu sama Kak Amara kak. Enggak bermaksud apa apa kak 😭😭😭
Gue nanya doang maaf kak 😭 jadi takut
Bego bener 2 sc di bawah, gk baca, gk lulus iqro berarti ya hahaha
Kaitannya sama Author Auu sama Kak Amara apa?
Chaennie duluan y anjir yg ngerusuh di lapak byru sampe2 bawa privasi dia!!
Padahal sender readers si byru udah ngeshade sane dari lama pake alibi `author tetangga, author sebelah` kena rujaklah. Byru udah bilang jangan dibahas, tapi sc begitu msk ga sekali dua kali. Gatau dah gmana sane nanggepin nya, tp kyk biasalah si sane diem doang. Giliran kemarin si byru setang ngeshade beneran di sc, dibelain mati-matian awokawokawok. Dipikir ga ada yg tau kali ya kalau sender di sana pada busuk dan sampah, di ingatin kalau spaces gausa ngeshade, niat baik. Tapi byru setang tetp lanjut sampe beneran ada yg meradang, gaada yg nyebut nama sane tapi byru sebut tuh. Yg mulai sapa? Playvict lu semua, lu scroll aja tuh sc byru. Gw ga belain sane, bicara pake fakta makanya. Jgn di usik, kalau di ingatin tuh TERIMA, bukan playvic merasa paling tersakiti
Wkwkwk sok sok ngebelain sane katanya, si sane aja gatau apa2 tp di omongin mulu, kasian gw tuh sama lu pada kek gk punya kehidupan apa ya
readersnya sane emang udah pada dewasa ya sampe bilang readersnya byru pada childish? gua chaennies tapi ngeliat kemaren sc nya si byru jadi ikutan malu sendiri sampe ada yang bawa bawa privasi nya byru itu gimana? sampe byru sama setang jadi takut buat ngomong di space lol. jensoo di lapaknya byru juga awalnya gaada yang peduli sama sane, sampe akhirnya ada yang sok sok belain sane di sc nya byru
intinya kalau space lagi udeh yg pinter dari pihak mana pun, dari readers atau authonya sendiri. kejadian ini udh berkali kali. gua yakin oknumnya cuma satu atau dua. kasian sane juga harus ngadepin masalah ini hampir 3 minggu berturut turut sedangkan ibunya dia lagi sakit. semoga ini terakhir yeee kaga ada lagi dah kerusuhan kaya begini. dimasalah ini yg paling tertekan paati sane semuanya nyerang ke dia. nih buat ente yeee sender orgil kalau baca ini, insap bro dosa lu udeh banyak jgn di tambah tambahin lagi. udeh cukup buat keributan, mending lu bercengkrama bae bae disini sapa tau bisa temenan kite semua kan. readers disini kaga usah di ladenin lagi readers sebelah. udeh kita fokus ke diri kite sama nikmatin aje au sama ff nya sane. dukung dia biar dia SEGERA UPDATE WP😭😭
bntu jawab yg bwah, ga ngapa ngapain di space dan cuma ngobrol biasa sama setang, bercandanya juga sama kaya pas space di akun sane kemaren, bahkan byru sampai takut salah omong karena ga mau kejadian disini byru sampai kena, cuma ada oknum yg berlebihan aja dan ngira bercandaannya serius, pdhl byru setang juga bilang berhubungan baik sama author lain
yakan?? ga bakal ada asap kalau apinya ga dipicu duluan dari pihak sana. sebelumnya byru disini baik aja tuh, ga ada yg hate. kurang ajr nya lu pada nyalahin sender disini
byru di space ngapain sampe chaennie bisa nyerang kan itu pertanyaannya. pasti kan ada sebabnya kenapa chaennie bisa nyerang gak mungkin tiba tiba. readers disini juga sebelumnya baik baik aja sama byru
jensr ga perlu mampir disini buat nambahin masalah, lu semua memperkeruh yg ada
Ga akan ngerti dia, readers childish disana kebanyakan. Bijak lah, mau aja di adu, pada cetek isi kepalanya ga usah heran
Gue ga salahin byru, gue cuman kasih tau karena dari awal si sender orgil tujuannya adu domba. Dimana letak kalimat gue yang salahin byru? Gue nggak ada kalimat yang nyalahin byru, gue nggak ada isi sc byru malahan. Makanya gue isi disini, karena semua author lagi di adu domba sama dia. Lo ngerti ga sih?
ya terus salahnya byru apa? dia gaada tuh ngomongin aneh aneh tentang sane atau author lain, tapi lu pada ngetwist kalimat dia. sc dia dari dulu juga bersih terus tuh gaada yang ngomongin author lain, dan jadi kotor grgr ada readers sane yang ngerasa sok kesindir di spaces
Lah yang mulai duluan kan chaennie ngapain nyampah di sc byru yang jelas jelas jensoo lol
