Eminem – Rap God (Explicit Trapstep Cover by NLJ & Palmmute)

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I know the lyrics are a bit tasteless for my usual style, but LivingUnlabeled challenged me to try Rap God and Im Demise challenged me to get it in one try. So here it is!

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Full Lyrics: Look
Hypnotized by the illuminati
wear triangles
talk about alchemy
that I worship Satan
rock devil horns and rap about it
me and rick rubin
wrote this song
to prove wrong

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 slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

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 Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
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 pissing match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
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 masterpiace

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 slap box, slap box?
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 (PPEEYOOM)
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-D.M.C. 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’ll 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
Eminem’s too white to call you a nig, but I guess he’s gay enough to call you
gay looking boy
Oy vey, that boy’s gay
bleached hair? that’s a gay looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a “way to go” from your label every day looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d’you say looking boy?
I get a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for – everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit get out my face looking boy
Basically boy – you’re never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, ’cause

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’ll 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 LP
One when I tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Colum-bine
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’m

Morphin’ into an immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel
With fucking – cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal

And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
At Mayweather’s pad singin’ to a man
While he play 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, summa lumma dooma lumma 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
Ricochetin off a 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 haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll 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,
your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
Unghh,
school flunky, 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
When I’m a – million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
I’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping HeavyD- 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 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 him for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation – to trip a broad
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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