BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Eminem - Rap God
- //[Verse 1]
- 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 honest
- But as rude and as indecent as all hell
- Syllables, killaholic (kill em all with)
- This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
- You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
- Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity yak
- Now at the exact same time
- I attempt 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 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 constructing this masterpiece as
- //[Verse 2]
- 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
- MC's get taken to school with this music
- Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
- Now I lead a new 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 Slim
- Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
- To meet Run DMC, induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
- Roll Hall of Fame
- Even though I walk 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 shame
- You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
- Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking
- Little gay lookin' boy
- So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy
- You witnessing a massacre
- Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin' 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 everyday lookin', boy
- Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy
- I get a "hell yeah" from Dre lookin', boy
- I'ma work for everything I have
- Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy
- Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
- To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy
- //[Verse 3]
- 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 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 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 on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1
- Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
- Put em 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've morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
- You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
- And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
- You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
- You're like normal, fuck being normal
- And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
- To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
- Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’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 speed, (JJ Fad)
- Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa 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
- I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
- How to give a motherfuckin' 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 fell off, they'd be celebrating
- Cause I know the way to get 'em 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 'em lose it
- I don't know how to make songs like that
- I don't know what words to use
- Let me know when it occurs to you
- While I’m ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
- It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
- How many verses I gotta murder to prove
- That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too
- School flunkie, pill junky
- 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 cheek, fuck you
- I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
- Bumpin' Heavy 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 want from me
- They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
- But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
- Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
- And understand the discrimination
- But fuck it, life's handin' 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 mistake it for Satan
- It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
- And take a vacation to trip abroad
- 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
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