Look, I was gonna go facile on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's erroneous, I can feel it (Six minutes, Svelte Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's imminent, but I don't ken what
If that signifies, what I cerebrate it signifies, we're in trouble, immensely colossal trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you verbally express, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the medico injuctively authorized
I'm commencing to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who cerebrates their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They verbally expressed 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 veracious
But as impudent and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't genuinely wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac
And at the exact same time I endeavor 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 assailment
Rappers are having a rough duration, here's a Maxipad
It's genuinely disastrously deplorable
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
I'm commencing to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who cerebrates their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody optate the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be veracious the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody dotes 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 utilize it as a conveyance to bus the rhyme
Now I lead an incipient 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 Svelte
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Albeit I ambulate 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 ingloriousness
You fags cerebrate it's all a game 'til I ambulate a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you mentally conceiving?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can scarcely verbalize it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a mass occur
Like you optically canvassing a church amassing take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they verbally express looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you verbally express looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Rudimentally boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy
'Cause I'm commencing 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 afore 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 ambulating dead, but I'm just a verbalizing head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my Ramen noodle, we have nothing in prevalence, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my veracity's brutal
But it's veraciously futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For proficient at least once in a while
So I wanna ascertain somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to endeavor and avail get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry optically canvassing me like it's lunchtime
I ken 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 coalesce
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too astronomically immense and here they come endeavoring to
Censor you like that one line I verbally expressed on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One when I endeavored to verbalize "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, integrate an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
Optically discern if I get away with it now that I ain't as sizably voluminous as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't ken what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're purportless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You indite mundane, fuck being mundane
And I just bought an incipient Raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab verbally expressed he looked akin to a fag at Maywhether’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 haste, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you postulating I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm composed of rubber
So that anything you verbally express 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 ken that the abhorrers are perpetually waiting
For the day that they can verbally express I fell off, they'd be celebrating
'Cause I ken the way to get 'em incentivized
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confound 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 ken how to compose musical compositions like that
I don't ken what words to utilize
Let me ken when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as 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 musical compositions you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But optically canvass the accolades the skills brung me
Narcissistic, 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 verbalize 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
Bumping Cumbersomely hefty 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 optate from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the acerbic detestation 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 if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't misconstrue it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you cerebrate I require 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? Cerebrate not, why be a king when you can be a Deity?