Rap God Chords by Eminem

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[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 are just one [Eb] to start, boy.
I'm beginning to feel like [G] a rap god, [Eb] rap god.
[G] All my people from the front to the back, nah, back, nah, nah.
Who thinks their arms are long enough to slap, slap, slap?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rat.
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my jeans.
I got a laptop [Eb] in my back pocket, [G] my pinnacle walk when I hat cock.
I got a fat knot from that rat profit, [Gm] made I'm living in a killing office.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, with [G] Monica Lewinsky filling on his whimsic.
I'm an MC still [C] as honest, but as rude and as indecent [G] as all hell syllables.
[Bb] Kill a harlek, kill a marvel.
[Gm] Distribute, gibbity, hibbity, hip hop.
You don't really wanna get into a piece of mads with this raffety rap.
Packin' a Mac in the back, [G] kitty yak, mac, pack, rap, rap, yap, yap, cat, kitty yak, nap.
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobats.
But [Bb] I'm still in practice, and [G] that'll still be able to break a whip off of them tables.
Over the back of a couple of [Bm] pickaxes, crackin' and hackin'.
Only realized [G] it was ironic I was under [Gm] aftermath after the fact.
How [Eb] could I not blow?
All I [Em] do is drop F [Bb]-bombs.
Feel my wrath of attack rappers, I have [G] in a rough time period.
Here's a maxi [Bb] pad, exactly [Gm] disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the massively, constructing this [Eb] masterpiece.
This is the beginning, let's feel like a rap god.
Rap god, [G] all my people from the front to the back.
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough for slap box, slap box.
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that fucked up.
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap [D] immortality like [Bb] I have not.
Will there [G] be truth for the blueprints?
Simply page and use for the exuberance.
Everybody loves [Gm] to run from a nuisance.
Hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but juice for the moon sense.
MCs get taken to school with this music, cause I use it.
It's a vehicle to bust [G] the rhyme, never leave the new school for a student.
Me, I'm a product of Rakim's, like him, Shabazz, Tupac and W [Gm].A.Q.
Hey, Doc Ring, y'all are easy, thank you, they got Slim's.
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up, [G] and be in a position.
To meet, run DMC, and induct him into the motherfucking Rakim.
The hall of fame, even though I walk in the church in person and ball up flames.
Only [Gm] hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame.
You can't think it's [G] all a game, because I walk a flock of flames.
Off of planking, [Gm] tell me what in the fuck did you think?
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight [Eb] face looking boy.
You witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering [G] take place looking boy.
Boys, be that boy's bitch, that's all they say looking [C] boy.
You get a thumbs up pat on the back and a way to go from your [Gm] label if you're gay looking boy.
Hey looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I get a hell [Bb] yeah from Trey looking [G] boy.
I'm a work boy, everything I have never asked nobody for, so get out my face looking boy.
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same [C] taste looking boy.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god.
Rap [G] god.
All my people from the front to the back, not back, not.
The way I'm raced around the track call me NASCAR, [Gm] NASCAR.
They're on heart of the trailer park for white trash god.
Kneel before General Zod, [C] this plan is Krypton.
No [Dm] Asgard, [G] Asgard.
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you be Brodin.
I'm [Gm] omnipotent, let off and I'm reloading.
Immediately with these bombs I'm toting, and I should not be walking.
I'm the walking [Bb] dead, but I'm just [Gb] a talking head, a zombie floating.
But I got [G] your mind deep from Earth, I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothing in common poodle, [Gm] 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.
[Ab] If I don't utilize what I do though, for good at [G] least once in a while.
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle.
Enough [Gm] 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 [Am] was a time where [Gm] one time was king of the underground.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh munch grind.
So I crunch rhymes, but [Eb] sometimes when you [Gm] combine.
Appear with the skin color of mine, you get too big and it becomes trying to censor you like that.
One line I said, [G] hold on back from the Madness LP.
One [Gm] when I tried to say I take seven, killed from Columbine.
Put them all in a line, add an ink, and it's gonna get even over and [G] unlined.
See if 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.
And I don't know what the f*** did you rhyme for.
Your pointless is Rapunzel with a pinch.
[Gb] Cornrows by normal, I'm being normal.
And I just [G] bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya.
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad.
Cause Fab said he looked like a gag and they were just passing him to a man while he played piano.
Man oh man, that was a 24-7 [Bb] special on the cable [G] channel.
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the [C] very next day.
Hey Fab, I'ma kill [G] you.
Lyrics coming at you with supersonic speed.
[Gm] Ah, summa-lumma-dumma-lumma, you assume I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get it through to you?
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I'm in a rubble.
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you.
I never stated more than ever demonstrating [Cm] how to give a mecca for the audience.
I'm 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?
[G] Oh, he's too [Gm] mainstream.
Well [C] that's what they do when they [Gm] get jealous, they confuse it.
It's not hip-hop, it's pop.
Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
Quit rock, shock rap, quit [D] doc.
Don't wanna lose yourself, I make them lose [Gm] it.
I don't know how to make songs like that.
I don't know what words to use.
Let me know when it [G] occurs to you.
While I'm ripping any one of these [Gm] verses that verses you.
It's curtains, I'm [G] inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I [Bb] gotta murder to?
[Gm] Prove that if you were half as nice as [C] songs you could sacrifice [Eb] virgins to.
[G] School's clunky, pill junkie.
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.
[Am] And I'm a million leaves [Bb] above.
Ill when I speak in [Gm] tongues, but it's still tongue in cheek.
Oh, fuck you, I'm drunk.
Satan, [G] take the fucking wheel.
I'm asleep in the front seat.
Bumping heavy, the inner [Gm] voice.
Still chunky, but [G] funky.
But in my head there's [Em] something I can feel tugging and struggling.
[G] Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me.
They're asking me [Gm] to eliminate some of the women hate.
But if you're [G] taking into consideration the bitter hate that I have, then you may be a little patient.
And more sympathetic to the [Gm] situation and [G] understand the discrimination.
Fuck buckets.
Life's hanging in your [D] limits?
Make lemonade then.
But [G] if I can't battle the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a [Gm] cake then?
The mistake is the truth.
It's a fatal [G] mistake.
If you think I need to be overseas then take a vacation.
Just trip abroad [Gm] and make a hole in her face and don't [D] be a retard.
You think you can be a boss?
Be a king?
Think not.
[G] Why be a king [Em] when you can be a dog?
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Let's start jamming Eminem - Rap God chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - G, Gm and G in sequence. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 74 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 149. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: D Minor.

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[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 are just one [Eb] to start, boy.
I'm beginning to feel like [G] a rap god, [Eb] rap god.
[G] All my people from the front to the back, nah, back, nah, nah.
Who thinks their arms are long enough to slap, slap, slap?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rat.
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my jeans.
I got a laptop [Eb] in my back pocket, [G] my pinnacle walk when I hat cock.
I got a fat knot from that rat profit, [Gm] made I'm living in a killing office.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, with [G] Monica Lewinsky filling on his whimsic.
I'm an MC still [C] as honest, but as rude and as indecent [G] as all hell syllables.
[Bb] Kill a harlek, kill a marvel.
[Gm] Distribute, gibbity, hibbity, hip hop.
You don't really wanna get into a piece of mads with this raffety rap.
Packin' a Mac in the back, [G] kitty yak, mac, pack, rap, rap, yap, yap, cat, kitty yak, nap.
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobats.
But [Bb] I'm still in practice, and [G] that'll still be able to break a whip off of them tables.
Over the back of a couple of [Bm] pickaxes, crackin' and hackin'.
Only realized [G] it was ironic I was under [Gm] aftermath after the fact.
How [Eb] could I not blow?
All I [Em] do is drop F [Bb]-bombs.
Feel my wrath of attack rappers, I have [G] in a rough time period.
Here's a maxi [Bb] pad, exactly [Gm] disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the massively, constructing this [Eb] masterpiece.
This is the beginning, let's feel like a rap god.
Rap god, [G] all my people from the front to the back. _
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough for slap box, slap box.
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that fucked up.
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap [D] immortality like [Bb] I have not.
Will there [G] be truth for the blueprints?
Simply page and use for the exuberance.
Everybody loves [Gm] to run from a nuisance.
Hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but juice for the moon sense.
MCs get taken to school with this music, cause I use it.
It's a vehicle to bust [G] the rhyme, never leave the new school for a student.
Me, I'm a product of Rakim's, like him, Shabazz, Tupac and W [Gm].A.Q.
Hey, Doc Ring, y'all are easy, thank you, they got Slim's.
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up, [G] and be in a position.
To meet, run DMC, and induct him into the motherfucking Rakim.
The hall of fame, even though I walk in the church in person and ball up flames.
Only [Gm] hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame.
You can't think it's [G] all a game, because I walk a flock of flames.
Off of planking, [Gm] tell me what in the fuck did you think?
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight [Eb] face looking boy.
You witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering [G] take place looking boy.
Boys, be that boy's bitch, that's all they say looking [C] boy.
You get a thumbs up pat on the back and a way to go from your [Gm] label if you're gay looking boy.
Hey looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I get a hell [Bb] yeah from Trey looking [G] boy.
I'm a work boy, everything I have never asked nobody for, so get out my face looking boy.
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same [C] taste looking boy.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god.
Rap [G] god.
All my people from the front to the back, not back, not.
The way I'm raced around the track call me NASCAR, [Gm] NASCAR.
They're on heart of the trailer park for white trash god.
Kneel before General Zod, [C] this plan is Krypton.
No [Dm] Asgard, [G] Asgard.
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you be Brodin.
I'm _ [Gm] omnipotent, let off and I'm reloading.
Immediately with these bombs I'm toting, and I should not be walking.
I'm the walking [Bb] dead, but I'm just [Gb] a talking head, a zombie floating.
But I got [G] your mind deep from Earth, I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothing in common poodle, [Gm] 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.
[Ab] If I don't utilize what I do though, for good at [G] least once in a while.
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle.
Enough [Gm] 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 [Am] was a time where [Gm] one time was king of the underground.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh munch grind.
So I crunch rhymes, but [Eb] sometimes when you [Gm] combine.
Appear with the skin color of mine, you get too big and it becomes trying to censor you like that.
One line I said, [G] hold on back from the Madness LP.
One [Gm] when I tried to say I take seven, killed from Columbine.
Put them all in a line, add an ink, and it's gonna get even over and [G] unlined.
See if 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.
And I don't know what the f*** did you rhyme for.
Your pointless is Rapunzel with a pinch.
[Gb] Cornrows by normal, I'm being normal.
And I just [G] bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya.
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad.
Cause Fab said he looked like a gag and they were just passing him to a man while he played piano.
Man oh man, that was a 24-7 [Bb] special on the cable [G] channel.
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the [C] very next day.
Hey Fab, I'ma kill [G] you.
Lyrics coming at you with supersonic speed.
[Gm] Ah, summa-lumma-dumma-lumma, you assume I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get it through to you?
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I'm in a rubble.
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you.
I never stated more than ever demonstrating [Cm] how to give a mecca for the audience.
I'm 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?
[G] Oh, he's too [Gm] mainstream.
Well [C] that's what they do when they [Gm] get jealous, they confuse it.
It's not hip-hop, it's pop.
Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
Quit rock, shock rap, quit [D] doc.
Don't wanna lose yourself, I make them lose [Gm] it.
I don't know how to make songs like that.
I don't know what words to use.
Let me know when it [G] occurs to you.
While I'm ripping any one of these [Gm] verses that verses you.
It's curtains, I'm [G] inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I [Bb] gotta murder to?
[Gm] Prove that if you were half as nice as [C] songs you could sacrifice [Eb] virgins to.
_ [G] School's clunky, pill junkie.
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.
[Am] And I'm a million leaves [Bb] above.
Ill when I speak in [Gm] tongues, but it's still tongue in cheek.
Oh, fuck you, I'm drunk.
Satan, [G] take the fucking wheel.
I'm asleep in the front seat.
Bumping heavy, the inner [Gm] voice.
Still chunky, but [G] funky.
But in my head there's [Em] something I can feel tugging and struggling.
[G] Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me.
They're asking me [Gm] to eliminate some of the women hate.
But if you're [G] taking into consideration the bitter hate that I have, then you may be a little patient.
And more sympathetic to the [Gm] situation and [G] understand the discrimination.
_ Fuck buckets.
Life's hanging in your [D] limits?
Make lemonade then.
But [G] if I can't battle the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a [Gm] cake then?
The mistake is the truth.
It's a fatal [G] mistake.
If you think I need to be overseas then take a vacation.
Just trip abroad [Gm] and make a hole in her face and don't [D] be a retard.
You think you can be a boss?
Be a king?
Think not.
[G] Why be a king [Em] when you can be a dog? _ _ _

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