(upbeat music) ♪ Look, I was gonna go easy on you 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 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 will 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, skill-a-holic, kill them all with ♪ ♪ This flippity, dippity, hippity hip-hop ♪ ♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪ ♪ With this rappity brat packing a MAC ♪
♪ In the back of the Ac' backpack ♪ ♪ Rap crap, yap, yap, yackety-yak ♪ ♪ 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 motherfucking 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 construction this masterpiece ♪ ♪ 'Cause 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, pew ♪ ♪ MCs get taken to school with his 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, Cupe,
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 motherfucking Roll 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 fags think it's all a game ♪ ♪ 'Til I
walk a flock of flames ♪ ♪ Off a plank and tell me what the fuck are you thinking ♪ ♪ Little gay looking boy ♪ ♪ So gay, I can barely say it with a straight, looking boy ♪ ♪ You're witnessing a massacre ♪ ♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪ ♪ Taking 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 every day, looking boy ♪ ♪ Hey,
looking boy, what you say, looking boy ♪ ♪ I got a hell yeah from Dre, looking boy ♪ ♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪ ♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪ ♪ Get outta 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 toting ♪ ♪ 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 in ♪ ♪ 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, I'm back from "The
Mathers LP 1" ♪ ♪ When I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪ ♪ Put them 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 morphing into an immortal ♪ ♪ Coming through the portal ♪ ♪ You're stuck in a time warm from 2004 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 ♪ ♪ Singing to a man while he 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'ma kill you ♪ ♪
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed ♪ ♪ 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 ricocheting off of me ♪ ♪ And it'll glue to you and I'm devastating ♪ ♪ More than ever demonstrating ♪ ♪ How to give a motherfucking 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 feel off ♪ ♪ They'll be celebrating ♪ ♪ 'Cause I know the way to get them 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 them lose it ♪ ♪ I don't how to make songs like
that ♪ ♪ I don't know what words to use ♪ ♪ Let me when it occurs to you ♪ ♪ While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you ♪ ♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you ♪ ♪ How many verses I gotta murder ♪ ♪ To prove that if you were half as nice ♪ ♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too ♪ ♪ Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie ♪ ♪ 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 check, fuck you ♪ ♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪ ♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪ ♪ Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz 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 have, 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 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 ♪