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Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings |
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But I' m only going to get this one chance |
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Something' s wrong, I can feel it Six minutes, Slim Shady, you' re on |
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Just a feeling I' ve got, like something' s about to happen, but I don' t know what |
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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 |
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You were just what the doctor ordered |
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I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? |
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot |
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But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes |
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I got a laptop in my back pocket |
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My pen' ll go off when I halfcock it |
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Got a fat knot from that rap profit |
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Made a living and a killing off it |
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Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office |
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With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack |
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I' m an MC still as honest |
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But as rude and indecent as all hell |
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Syllables, killaholic Kill ' em all with |
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This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop |
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You don' t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap |
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Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidyyac |
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And at the exact same time |
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I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I' m practicing that |
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I' ll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table |
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Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half |
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Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact |
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How could I not blow? All I do is drop Fbombs, feel my wrath of attack |
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Rappers are having a rough time period, here' s a maxipad |
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It' s actually disastrously bad for the wack |
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While I' m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as |
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I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? |
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Let me show you maintaining this shit ain' t that hard, that hard |
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Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got |
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Well, to be truthful the blueprint' s simply rage and youthful exuberance |
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Everybody loves to root for a nuisance |
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Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since |
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MC' s get taken to school with this music |
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Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme |
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Now I lead a new school full of students |
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Me? I' m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N |
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W. A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim |
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Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position |
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To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' |
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Roll Hall of Fame |
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Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames |
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Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame |
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On the wall of shame |
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You fags think it' s all a game ' til I walk a flock of flames |
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Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? |
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Little gay looking boy |
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So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy |
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You witnessing a massacre |
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Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy |
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Oy vey, that boy' s gay, that' s all they say looking boy |
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You get a thumbs up, pat on the back |
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And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy |
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Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? |
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I got a " hell yeah" from Dre looking boy |
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I' mma work for everything I have |
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Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy |
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Basically boy you' re never gonna be capable |
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To keep up with the same pace looking boy |
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I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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The way I' m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar |
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Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God |
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Kneel before General Zod this planet' s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard |
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So you be Thor and I' ll be Odin |
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You rodent, I' m omnipotent |
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Let off then I' m reloading immediately with these bombs I' m totin' |
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And I should not be woken |
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I' m the walking dead, but I' m just a talking head, a zombie floating |
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But I got your mom deep throating |
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I' m out my ramen noodle |
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We have nothing in common, poodle |
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I' m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil |
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It' s me, my honesty' s brutal |
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But it' s honestly futile if I don' t utilize what I do though |
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For good at least once in a while |
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So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle |
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Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times |
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But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned |
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Rappers are hungry looking at me like it' s lunchtime |
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I know there was a time where once I |
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Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I' m on my Pharoahe Monch grind |
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So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine |
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Appeal with the skin color of mine |
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You get too big and here they come trying to censor you |
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Like that one line I said on " I' m Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP |
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One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine |
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Put ' em all in a line, add an AK47, a revolver and a nine |
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See if I get away with it now that I ain' t as big as I was, but I' ve Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal |
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You' re stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though |
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And I don' t know what the fuck that you rhyme for |
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You' re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows |
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You' re like normal, fuck being normal |
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And I just bought a new Raygun from the future |
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To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad |
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Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether' s pad |
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Singin' to a man while they played piano |
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Man, oh man, that was a 24 7 special on the cable channel |
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So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day |
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" Hey, Fab, I' mma kill you" |
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Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, JJ Fad |
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Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I' m a human |
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What I gotta do to get it through to you I' m superhuman |
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Innovative and I' m made of rubber |
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So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it' ll glue to you |
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I' m never stating, more than never demonstrating |
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How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it' s levitating |
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Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting |
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For the day that they can say I fell off, they' d be celebrating |
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Cause I know the way to get ' em motivated |
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I make elevating music, you make elevator music |
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Oh, he' s too mainstream |
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Well, that' s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it |
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It' s not hip hop, it' s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it |
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With rock, shock rap with Doc |
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Throw on Lose Yourself and make ' em lose it |
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I don' t know how to make songs like that |
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I don' t know what words to use |
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Let me know when it occurs to you |
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While I' m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you |
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It' s curtains, I' m inadvertently hurtin' you |
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How many verses I gotta murder to prove |
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That if you' re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too |
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School flunkie, pill junky |
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But look at the accolades the skills brung me |
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Full of myself, but still hungry |
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I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to |
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And I' m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues |
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But it' s still tongue in cheek, fuck you |
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I' m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I' m asleep in the front seat |
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Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky |
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But in my head there' s something I can feel tugging and struggling |
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Angels fight with devils, here' s what they want from me |
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They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate |
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But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had |
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Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation |
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And understand the discrimation |
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But fuck it, life' s handing you lemons, make lemonade then |
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But if I can' t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? |
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Don' t mistake it for Satan |
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It' s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas |
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And take a vacation to trip a broad |
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And make her fall on her face and don' t be a retard |
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Be a king? Think not why be a king when you can be a God? |