Eminem - Rap God (Audio) Chords

[Gm] _ Look, I was going to go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings, but I'm only going to get this one chance.
_ Something's wrong, I can feel it.
It's just a feeling I've got.
Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble.
Big trouble.
And if he is bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances.
You're just one of the [G] last ones.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the front to the back, nah, back, nah.
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slash, slash, slash?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me RAP.
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my jeans.
I got a [Gm] laptop in my back pocket, my pin will go off when I hat cock it.
Got a fat knack from that rat profit, made a living and a killing off it.
Ever since Duke Clinton was still in office, with my like a little MC filling on his nut sack.
I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables.
Kill a harlek, kill a marvel, there's still a bit of gibbity-hibbity hip-hop.
You don't really want to get into a person's match with this raffety rap pack.
And the Mac in the back of the yak-backpack rap-rap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap.
The exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobatic unsullied practice.
And I'll still be able to break a motherfucking table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half.
Only realized it was ironic I was under aftermath after the fact.
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs.
I'm doing my wrath of attack rap as I have in a rough time period.
Here's a Mac keypad, that's really disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the massively constructing this nasty-ass shit.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god.
Rap god.
All my people from the front to the back.
Nah, back, nah.
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap?
Slap, slap.
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that.
That.
Everybody wants a key and a secret to rap immortality like I have not.
Will there be truth for the blueprints?
Simply page and eucalypt two prints.
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance.
Hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but truth for the moon-sense.
P-M-C's get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme.
Now I lead a new school full of students.
Me, I'm a product of Rakim.
Lock him, Shabazz, Tupac, and W-A-Q-K-Dot-Ring.
Y'all are easy, thank you, they got slim.
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up, and be in a position
to meet one DMC and induct him into the motherfucking Rakim.
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church in person and 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, till I walk a flock of flames.
All for flanking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can [Ebm] barely say it with a straight face looking boy.
You witnessing a massacre like you're watching a [Em] church gathering take [Gm] place looking boy.
Boys be that boys gay, that's all they say looking boy.
You get a thumbs up hat on the back and a way to go from your label to be gay looking boy.
Hey looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I get a hell yes, I'm Trey looking boy.
I'm a work boy, everything I have never asked nobody to shit get out my face looking boy.
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same taste looking boy.
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.
Fair and hard, I'm the trailer park for white trash guards.
Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton.
No Asgard, Asgard.
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you Broden.
I'm omnipotent, let off and 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, feudal.
It's me, my honesty's brutal, but it's honestly feudal.
If I don't utilize what I do though, for good at least once in a while.
So I wanna make sure somewhere in the chicken scratch I scribble and doodle.
Enough rhyme stuff, 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 one time, was dingety underground.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh Munch grind.
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine.
Up here with the skin color of mine, you get too big and it becomes trying to sing.
So you like that one line I said on our back on the Madler's LP.
One when I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine.
Put them all in a line, had an AK-47, a revolver and a knife.
See, until I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was.
But I'm morphed into an immortal, coming through the portal.
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004-to.
And I don't [G] know what the fuck that you rhyme for.
Your pointless is Rapunzel with [Gm] fucking cornrows.
You like normal, fuck being normal.
And I just bought a new Ray Gun from the future.
Since you come in shoot drug like when Fabulous made Ray J mad.
Cause Fab said he looked like a faggot.
And they were just passing him to him while he 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 with supersonic speed.
Ah, summon, I'ma do, I'ma love me.
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 rubble.
So for anything you say, I speak it, sing it all for me and it'll gloo 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 to be celebrating.
Cause I know the way to get them 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 rap, shock rap, with da.
Don't wanna lose yourself, I make them 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 verses you.
Curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I gotta murder to.
Prove that if you have as nice a song as you can sacrifice virgins to.
School flunky, pill junkie.
But look at the accolades, these skills blow 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, pumping heavy D in the voice.
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 hate that 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 battle the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
No mistake, it's a fatal mistake.
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation.
Just trip abroad and make a fall on the face.
And don't be a retard, be a king.
Think not, why be a king?
When you can be a god. _ _