Кирилл Насыров - Бог Репа | Текст песни

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[Intro]
– Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
– But I'm only going to get this one chance
– Something's wrong, I can feel 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 were just what the doc ordered

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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 nutsack, I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell, syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop, you don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time, period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

[Hook]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

[Verse 2]
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful excuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons since
Emcees 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, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock N' Roll Hall Of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game till I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, 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 got a hell yeah from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy

[Hook]
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 Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3

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