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  1. Look, I was gonna go facile on you and not to hurt your feelings
  2. But I'm only going to get this one chance
  3. Something's erroneous, I can feel it (Six minutes, Svelte Shady, you're on)
  4. Just a feeling I've got, like something's imminent, but I don't ken what
  5. If that signifies, what I cerebrate it signifies, we're in trouble, immensely colossal trouble,
  6. And if he is as bananas as you verbally express, I'm not taking any chances
  7. You were just what the medico injuctively authorized
  8. I'm commencing to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
  9. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
  10. Now who cerebrates their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
  11. They verbally expressed I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
  12. But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
  13. I got a laptop in my back pocket
  14. My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
  15. Got a fat knot from that rap profit
  16. Made a living and a killing off it
  17. Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
  18. With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
  19. I'm an MC still as veracious
  20. But as impudent and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
  21. This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
  22. You don't genuinely wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat
  23. Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac
  24. And at the exact same time I endeavor these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
  25. That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
  26. Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
  27. Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
  28. How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of assailment
  29. Rappers are having a rough duration, here's a Maxipad
  30. It's genuinely disastrously deplorable
  31. For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
  32. I'm commencing to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
  33. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
  34. Now who cerebrates their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
  35. Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
  36. Everybody optate the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
  37. Well, to be veracious the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
  38. Everybody dotes to root for a nuisance
  39. Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
  40. MC's get taken to school with this music
  41. 'Cause I utilize it as a conveyance to bus the rhyme
  42. Now I lead an incipient school full of students
  43. Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
  44. -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Svelte
  45. Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
  46. To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
  47. Roll Hall of Fame
  48. Albeit I ambulate in the church and burst in a ball of flames
  49. Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
  50. On the wall of ingloriousness
  51. You fags cerebrate it's all a game 'til I ambulate a flock of flames
  52. Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you mentally conceiving?
  53. Little gay looking boy
  54. So gay I can scarcely verbalize it with a straight face looking boy
  55. You witnessing a mass occur
  56. Like you optically canvassing a church amassing take place looking boy
  57. Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they verbally express looking boy
  58. You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
  59. And a "way to go" from your label everyday looking boy
  60. Hey, looking boy, what you verbally express looking boy?
  61. I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
  62. I'mma work for everything I have
  63. Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
  64. Rudimentally boy you're never gonna be capable
  65. To keep up with the same pace looking boy
  66. 'Cause I'm commencing to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
  67. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
  68. The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
  69. Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
  70. Kneel afore General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
  71. So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
  72. Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
  73. And I should not be woken
  74. I'm the ambulating dead, but I'm just a verbalizing head, a zombie floating
  75. But I got your mom deep throating
  76. I'm out my Ramen noodle, we have nothing in prevalence, poodle
  77. I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
  78. It's me, my veracity's brutal
  79. But it's veraciously futile if I don't utilize what I do though
  80. For proficient at least once in a while
  81. So I wanna ascertain somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
  82. Enough rhymes to maybe to endeavor and avail get some people through tough times
  83. But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
  84. Rappers are hungry optically canvassing me like it's lunchtime
  85. I ken there was a time where once I
  86. Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
  87. So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you coalesce
  88. Appeal with the skin color of mine
  89. You get too astronomically immense and here they come endeavoring to
  90. Censor you like that one line I verbally expressed on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
  91. One when I endeavored to verbalize "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
  92. Put 'em all in a line, integrate an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
  93. Optically discern if I get away with it now that I ain't as sizably voluminous as I was, but I'm
  94. Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
  95. You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
  96. And I don't ken what the fuck that you rhyme for
  97. You're purportless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
  98. You indite mundane, fuck being mundane
  99. And I just bought an incipient Raygun from the future
  100. Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
  101. 'Cause Fab verbally expressed he looked akin to a fag at Maywhether’s pad
  102. Singin' to a man while they played piano
  103. Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
  104. So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
  105. "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
  106. Lyrics coming at you at supersonic haste, (JJ Fad)
  107. Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you postulating I'm a human
  108. What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
  109. Innovative and I'm composed of rubber
  110. So that anything you verbally express is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
  111. I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
  112. How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
  113. Never fading, and I ken that the abhorrers are perpetually waiting
  114. For the day that they can verbally express I fell off, they'd be celebrating
  115. 'Cause I ken the way to get 'em incentivized
  116. I make elevating music, you make elevator music
  117. Oh, he's too mainstream
  118. Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confound it
  119. It's not hip hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
  120. With rock, shock rap with Doc
  121. Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
  122. I don't ken how to compose musical compositions like that
  123. I don't ken what words to utilize
  124. Let me ken when it occurs to you
  125. While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
  126. It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
  127. How many verses I gotta murder to
  128. Prove that if you were half as nice, your musical compositions you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
  129. School flunkie, pill junky
  130. But optically canvass the accolades the skills brung me
  131. Narcissistic, but still hungry
  132. I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
  133. And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I verbalize in tongues
  134. But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
  135. I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
  136. Bumping Cumbersomely hefty D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
  137. But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
  138. Angels fight with devils and, here's what they optate from me
  139. They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
  140. But if you take into consideration the acerbic detestation I have
  141. Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
  142. And understand the discrimination
  143. But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
  144. But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
  145. Don't misconstrue it for Satan
  146. It's a fatal mistake if you cerebrate I require to be overseas
  147. And take a vacation to trip a broad
  148. And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
  149. Be a king? Cerebrate not, why be a king when you can be a Deity?
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