Nobody Believes You Lyrics God Obly Knows What Youve Been Through

Сегодня Эминем выпустил новый сингл с альбома MMLP2. Выкладываем полный текст новинки «Rap God».

Look, I was gonna go easy on y'all and not to hurt your feelings
But I'k only going to go this one chance
Something's incorrect, I can feel it (Half-dozen minutes, Slim Shady, yous're on)
Simply a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, just I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big problem –
And if he is equally bananas as you say, I'k not taking any chances
You were merely what the doc ordered

Chorus:
I'thousand first to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the forepart to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot, then call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a reckoner must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll get off when I half-cock it
Got a fatty knot from that rap turn a profit
Fabricated a living and a killing off information technology
Ever since Neb Clinton was withal in part
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'thousand an MC nonetheless as honest
Simply as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You lot don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the dorsum of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
And at the exact same time
I endeavour these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath afterward the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of assail
Rappers are having a rough time period, here'due south a maxipad
It's really disastrously bad for the wack
While I'thousand masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

Chorus:
I'one thousand starting time to experience similar 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?
Permit me testify you maintaining this sh*t ain't that hard, that difficult

Everybody want the cardinal and the hugger-mugger to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint'due south but rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the world similar an asteroid, did zero simply shoot for the moon since
MC'south get taken to schoolhouse with this music
Crusade I use it every bit a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I pb a new schoolhouse full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac Northward-
— W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to ane day grow up, accident up and exist in a position
To meet Run DMC and conscript them into the motherf**kin' Stone 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 retrieve information technology'due south all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the f**grand are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
And then gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
Yous witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering have 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 become from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a «hell yeah» from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for sh*t, become outta my confront looking boy
Basically boy yous're never gonna exist capable
To continue up with the same pace looking boy

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I'1000 beginning to experience like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the forepart to the back nod, back nod
The way I'thousand racing around the track, phone call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet'due south Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you exist Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off so I'chiliad reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'thou the walking expressionless, merely I'yard just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'chiliad out my ramen noodle
Nosotros have nothing in common, poodle
I'grand a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, educatee
It's me, my honesty's cruel
Merely it's honestly futile if I don't employ what I do though
For adept at least once in a while
And so I wanna make sure somewhere in this craven scratch I scribble and putter
Plenty rhymes to maybe to try and help go some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines simply in case cause even y'all unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it'southward lunchtime
I know at that place was a fourth dimension where once I
Was king of the cloak-and-dagger, simply I even so rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin colour of mine
You go too large and here they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on «I'chiliad Back» from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take 7 kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
Run into if I get away with it now that I ain't as big every bit I was,
But I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the f**k that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f**king cornrows
You're like normal, f**chiliad existence normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To simply come and shoot ya similar when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked similar a fag at Maywhether'due south pad
Singin' to a human being while they played pianoforte
Human being, oh man, that was a 24/vii special on the cablevision channel
Then Ray J went straight to the radio station the very side by side twenty-four hour period
«Hey, Fab, I'mma kill yous»
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'k a human
What I gotta do to go it through to you I'one thousand superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of condom
So that anything yous saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to yous
I'thousand never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to requite a motherf**kin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Crusade I know the way to get 'em motivated
I brand elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they misfile it
It'southward non hip hop, it'south pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, stupor rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and brand 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Allow me know when it occurs to you
While I'k ripping any ane of these verses various as you
It's curtains, I'k inadvertently hurtin' you lot
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if yous're half as nice at songs you can cede virgins too
Schoolhouse flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, simply still hungry
I bully myself crusade I make me exercise what I put my mind to
And I'k a million leagues in a higher place you, ill when I speak in tongues
Just it'due south still tongue in cheek, f**k you lot
I'thousand drunk and then Satan take the f**king bicycle, I'g asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, only funky
Just in my caput in that location's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, hither's what they want from me
They request me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you accept into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then yous may be a picayune patient and more symphatetic to the state of affairs
And understand the discrimation
But f**g information technology, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the f**g am I supposed to broil them a block then?
Don't fault information technology for Satan
It'due south a fatal mistake if y'all retrieve I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her autumn on her face and don't be a retard
Be a rex? Think non — why be a king when you can be a God?

Nobody Believes You Lyrics God Obly Knows What Youve Been Through

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