BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Rap god
- I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
- All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
- Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
- They said 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 honest
- But as rude and as indecent as all hell
- Syllables, skill a holic (Kill 'em all with)
- This flippity dippity hippity hip hop
- You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
- With this rappity rap, packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
- Backpack rap crap, yap yap, yackety yack
- And at the exact same time
- I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
- I'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' 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 master piece (Yeah)
- Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
- All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
- Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
- Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
- Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
- 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 (Pew)
- MC's 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 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
- And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
- Even 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 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 looking boy
- So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
- You're witnessing a mass occur
- Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking 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 every day, looking boy
- Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
- I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
- I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
- Get outta my face, looking boy
- Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
- With the same pace, looking boy
- Cause I'm beginning 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 before 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 toting
- 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 LP one when I tried to say
- "I'll 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'm
- Morphing 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 fucking cornrows
- You write normal? Fuck being normal
- And I just bought a new raygun from the future
- Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
- Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
- Singing 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'ma kill you!"
- Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
- Uh, summa lumma, dooma lumma, 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
- And I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
- How to give a mothafuckin' 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'll 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 hurting you
- How many verses I gotta murder to
- Prove that if you were half as nice
- Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
- Ungh, school flunky, 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
- Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz, 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 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 mistake him 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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