Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [Verse 1] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to 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 (nutsack) I'm an emcee still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell Syllable, killaholic [?] This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a piece of match With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts when I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckers table over the back of a couple [?] and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was on the 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; he's a maxipad It's actually disastrously bad For the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece ass [Verse 2] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to slapbox? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint is simply raging youthful [?] Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hither up like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons in Emcees get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehichle to bust a rhyme Now I lead a new school of students Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz, 2Pac and W.N, Cube, 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 to the motherfucking Rock and 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 [?] it's all a game till I woke a flock of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck were you thinking? Little B looking boy, so [?] I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy Oh [?] that's all they say looking boy You take a thumbs up, pat on the back the way you go from your label everyday looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? I got a hell yeah from Tre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy [Verse 3] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar [?] heart of the trailer park, the white trash God Kneel before generals off this planett's Krypton, no Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you [?], I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm a walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep in [?] I'm out my ramen noodle We have nothing in common, poodle ? 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 ? I scratch, scribble and doodle Enough rhymes to maybe to try and 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 A pill with the skin color of mine You get too big and [?] Like that one line When I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line See if I get away with it now then I ain't as big as I was but I'm Morph into an immortal, coming through the portal But you're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrolls Fuck being normal And I just bought a new raygun from the future to just come and shoot ya Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Oh, man, oh, that was a 24 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 Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovator, made [?] so anything you saying ricocheting off of me 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 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 doing 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 [?] to make them loose 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 of these verses How many verses I gotta murder to prove That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too School flunkie, pill junky But look at the accolades the 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 Boys, still chunky, but funky But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fighting with devils, here's what they want from me They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation And understand the discrimation 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? Don't mistake it for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to tip a broad And make a [?] on the face and don't be a retard Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God? [Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance. (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Something's wrong, I can feel it Like a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I don't know what If this means, what I think it means, we're in trouble - big trouble And if he is as bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances (You were just what the doc ordered.) [Hook] I'm begining to feel like a Rap God (Rap God) All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod) Now who thinks arms a long enough to slap box? (Slap box) [Part I:] They said I rap like a robot so call me rap bot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pinnacle walk when I half-cock it Got a fat knock, from that rap profit Rap prophet 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 a hell syllables Killaholic(?) kill em all... This vividy hibbedi-hibbedi-hip hop You don't really wanna get in to a pissin match ... that with a backpack ...Aftermath after the fact At the exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobat-stunts While I'm back .. to be able Should be able to break a motherfucking table Over the back of the couple of facts Realize, it was ironic I was on the aftermath after the fact How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs I'm beginning to feel like a rap god (rap god) All my people from the front to the back, nod Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got And I realize it's ironic I was on Aftermath after the fact MCs get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to Bust-a-Rhyme! To meet Run DMC and induct them to the motherfucking rock and roll Hall of fame The only hall of fame I'll be inducted to is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame Why be a king when you can be a God? I am the walking dead but I am just the talking head of a zombie floating We have nothing in common poodle I am a dopamine pinch yourself In you arm ..... Its me My honesty is brutal ... If I don't utlize what I do At least once in while, so I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scatch, I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to maybe try and help kick some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case cuz Even if unsigned rappers are hungry looking at me like its lunch times I know There was a time where once I was King of the underground But I still rap like I am on On my pharaoh munch grind So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine you get too big ...Mathers LP 1 Youre assuming im a human What i gotta do to get through you Im superhuman,innovating And i made of rubber So anything you say Is ricocheting off me Devastating Demonstrating Motherfucking audience Feeling like its levitating Never failing And i know the haters Are forever waiting The day they say i fell off They celebrating Cause the way i get em motivated The way i make elevating music You make elevator music "oh he is too mainstream" Put them all in a line and add an ak Why be a king, when you can be a god?