Eminem ☆ Rap God (Instrumental)

Look I was gonna go easy on you
and not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only going to get this
one chance
Something’s wrong I can feel it
Just a feeling I’ve got like
something’s about to happen
but I don’t know what
If that means what I think it
means we’re in trouble big
trouble and if he is as
bananas as you say
I’m not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor
ordered
I’m beginning to feel like
a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the front to
the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are
long enough to slapbox slapbox
They said I rap like a robot
so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a
computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when
I half cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was
still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on
his nut sack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as
all hell
Syllables killaholic
Kill ’em all with
This slickety gibbedy
hibbedy hip hop
You don’t really wanna get into
a pissing match with this
rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the
Ac backpack rap crap yep yep
yackity yak
Now at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat
stunts while I’m practicing that
I’ll still be able to break a
motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple of
faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after
the fact
How could I not blow
All I do is drop F bombs
feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time
period here’s a maxipad
It’s actually disastrously bad
for the wack
While I’m masterfully
constructing this masterpiece as
I’m beginning to feel like
a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the front to
the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are
long enough to slapbox slapbox
Let me show you maintaining this
shit ain’t that hard that hard
Everybody want the key and the
secret to rap immortality like
I have got
Well to be truthful the
blueprint’s simply rage and
youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
did nothing but shoot for the
moon since
MC’s get taken to school with
this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to
bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of
students
Me I’m a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz 2Pac N W.A
Cube Hey Doc Ren Yella
Eazy thank you they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow
up blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC induct them
into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church
and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted
in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it’s all a game
’til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and tell me what in
the fuck are you thinking
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with
a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church
gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey that boy’s gay that’s
all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up
pat on the back
And a way to go from your label
everyday looking boy
Hey looking boy what you say
looking boy
I get a hell yeah from Dre
looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit get
outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna
be capable
To keeping up with the same pace
looking boy
I’m beginning to feel like
a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the front to
the back nod back nod
The way I’m racing around the
track call me Nascar Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer
park the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this
planet’s Krypton no Asgard Asgard
So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin
you rodent I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading
immediately with these bombs
I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead
but I’m just a talking head
a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my ramen noodle
we have nothing in common poodle
I’m a doberman pinch yourself
in the arm and pay homage pupil
It’s me my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if
I don’t utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere
in this chicken scratch
I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try
and help get some people through
tough times
But I gotta keep a few
punchlines just in case cause
even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me
like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where
once I
Was king of the underground
but I still rap like I’m on my
Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes but
sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they
come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on
I’m Back from the Mathers LP1
Where I tried to say I take
seven kids from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line add an
AK 47 a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now
that I ain’t as big as I was
But I’ve morphed into an
immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a timewarp from
2004 though
And I don’t know what the fuck
that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel
with fucking cornrows
You’re like normal
fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun
from the future
To just come and shoot ya like
when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a
fag at Mayweather’s pad
Singin’ to a man while they
played piano
Man oh man that was a 24 7
special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the
radio station the very next day
‘Hey Fab I’mma kill you’
Lyrics coming at you at
supersonic speed JJ Fad
Uh sama lamaa duma lamaa you
assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it
through to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made of rubber
So that anything you say is
ricocheting off of me and it’ll
glue to you
I’m devastating more than ever
demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’
audience a feeling like it’s
levitating
Never fading and I know that
the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I
fell off they’d be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get ’em
motivated
I make elevating music
you make elevator music
Oh he’s too mainstream
Well that’s what they do when
they get jealous they confuse it
It’s not hip hop it’s pop
cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make
’em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs
like that
I don’t know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of
these verses that versus you
It’s curtains
I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
How many verses
I gotta murder to prove
That if you’re half as nice at
songs you can sacrifice virgins
to too ughhh
School flunkie pill junky
But look at the accolades the
skills brung me
Full of myself but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me
do what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues above
you ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue in cheek
fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the
fucking wheel
I’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
still chunky but funky
But in my head there’s something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
here’s what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some
of the women hate
But if you take into
consideration the bitter hatred
that I had
Then you may be a little patient
and more sympathetic to the
situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it life’s handing you
lemons make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
how the fuck am I supposed to
bake them a cake then
Don’t mistake it for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you
think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face
and don’t be a retard
Be a king Think not why be a
king when you can be a God