[Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance. (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Something's wrong, I can feel it Like a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I don't know what If this means, what I think it means, we're in trouble - big trouble And if he is as bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances (You were just what the doc ordered.)
[Hook] I'm begining to feel like a Rap God (Rap God) All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod) Now who thinks arms a long enough to slap box? (Slap box)
[Part I:] They said I rap like a computer so call me rap bot But for me to rap like a robot must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pinnacle walk when I half-cock it Got a fat knock, from that rap profit Rap prophet 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 a hell syllables Killaholic(?) kill em all... This vividy hibbedi-hibbedi-hip hop You don't really wanna get in to a pissin match ... that with a backpack ...Aftermath after the fact At the exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobat-stunts While I'm back .. to be able Should be able to break a motherfucking table Over the back of the couple of facts How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god (rap god) All my people from the front to the back, nod
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got And I realize it's ironic I was on Aftermath after the fact MCs get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to Bust-a-Rhyme!
To meet Run DMC and induct them to the motherfucking rock and roll Hall of fame The only hall of fame I'll be inducted to is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame
Why be a king when you can be a God?
I am the walking dead but I am just the talking head of a zombie floating
We have nothing in common poodle I am a dopamine pinch yourself In you arm ….. Its me My honesty is brutal … If I don't utlize what I do At least once in while, so I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scatch, I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to maybe try and help kick some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case cuz Even if unsigned rappers are hungry looking at me like its lunch times I know There was a time where once I was King of the underground But I still rap like I am on On my pharaoh munch grind So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine you get too big ...Mathers LP 1
Youre assuming im a human What i gotta do to get through you Im superhuman,innovating And i made of rubber So anything you say Is ricocheting off me
Devastating Demonstrating Motherfucking audience Feeling like its levitating Never failing And i know the haters Are forever waiting The day they say i fell off They celebrating Cause the way i get em motivated The way i make elevating music You make elevator music