Eminem – Rap God [TESTO]
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    Eminem – Rap God [TESTO]

    Artista: Eminem
    Testo: Rap God
    Album: The Marshall Mathers LP2
    Anno: 2013

    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 are just what the doc 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 maxi pad
    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 lookin’ boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin’, boy
    You witnessing a massacre
    Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ 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 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 ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin’ boy
    Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
    To keeping up with the same pace lookin’, 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 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 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 time warp from 2004 though
    And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
    You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin’ cornrows
    You’re like normal, fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new ray gun 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 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 were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too
    School flunkie, pill junky
    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, fuck you
    I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat
    Bumpin’ 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’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
    And understand the discrimination
    But fuck it, life’s handin’ 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

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