Rap God

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only goin' 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 feelin' I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what (six minutes, six, six minutes)

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 takin' 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 - sack

I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop, you don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, 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 mother- table over the back of a couple of - and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack while I'm masterfully constructin' this 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 maintainin' this sh- ain't that hard, that hard

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 nothin' 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., and induct them into the mother-

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 - 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 g-lookin' boy, so g- I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin