"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. Six minutes. 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 beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-botBut for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a livin' and a killin' off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissin' matchWith this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackAnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi padIt's actually disastrously bad for the wackWhile I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hardEverybody want the key and the secretTo rap immortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the Earth like an asteroidDid nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)MCs get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"Now I lead a new school full of studentsMe? I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a positionTo meet Run–D.M.C., induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of FameEven 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 fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?Little gay-lookin' boySo gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boyYou're witnessin' a massacreLike you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boyHey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boyI'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shitGet outta my face, lookin' boy!Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capableOf keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General ZodThis planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, AsgardSo you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off, then I'm reloadin'Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
دانلودAnd I should not be wokenI'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'But I got your mom deep-throatin'I'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothin' in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure, somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymesTo maybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case, 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come tryin'To censor you like that one lineI said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when ITried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrowsYou write normal? Fuck being normal!And I just bought a new Raygun from the futureJust to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's padSingin' to a man while they played pianoMan, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to the radio stationThe very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you andI'm devastating, more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI 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 itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it"I don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to use."Let me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as niceYour songs you could sacrifice virgins to?Ungh, school flunky, pill junkieBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toAnd I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek fuck you!I'm drunk—so, Satan, take the fucking wheelI'ma sleep in the front seatBumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils, and here's what they want from meThey're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatredI have, then you may be a little patientAnd more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!But if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistakeIf you think I need to be overseas and take a vacationTo trip a broad, and make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard! Be a king? Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?[Produced by DVLP]