Rap God Chords by Eminem

[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.
As long as I can feel it.
It's just a feeling.
Like something's about to happen.
But I don't know if that's what I think it means.
We're in trouble.
Big trouble.
And if it is what you say, I'm not taking it.
I'm a warrior, I'm a villain, this here like a rap god.
Rap god.
All my people from the front to the back.
Now, who thinks they are so long enough to slap?
Slap.
They said I rap like a robot, so call me RAP.
Want for me to rap like a computer, must be in my genes.
I got a laptop in my back pocket, my clinic will walk when I act cocky.
Got a fat gnat from that fat pocket, made a living in a killing office.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, with my like a little MC feeling on his nut sack.
I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell.
I'm a syllable killer, hall of it, kill them all with this flibbity gibbity hippity hip hop.
You don't really want to get into a f***ing mess with this rap.
Getty back pack and the Mac in the back.
Getty yak mac pack rap rap yap yap.
Getty gag nap at the exact same time.
My attempt at lyrical acrobatic unqualified practice.
What matters to me ain't all the dirt and mother f***ing table.
All of the back cover, couple of f***ing s***s and crack.
And then I don't realize it was ironic.
I was under aftermath after the fact.
How could I not blow all that will-is-drop F-bomb?
In my rap is attack rap as I have in a rough time period.
Here's a maxi pad, that can be disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the masterfully, for shocking this nasty end.
It's time to [G] get in and feel like a rap god.
All my people from the front to the back.
Now who thinks at all how long enough this last?
Let me show you maintaining that ain't that.
Everybody want the key and the secret to [Gm] rapping.
Well tonight we'll see like I have.
Hold the big truth with a blueprint.
Super page and you'll pull the exuberant.
Everybody loves the root from a nuisance.
To the earth like an asteroid.
Nothing but truth for the moon-sense.
People see you get taken to school with this music.
All that music, that's a vehicle to bust the rhyme.
You ever leave a new school with a new name?
Me?
I'm a product of rockin'.
Like Kim Kardashian, who rockin'?
L-R-U-A-Q, hate that ring.
L-E-Z, thank you, shake that slim.
Inspired enough to one day grow up.
No, I've been being a physician.
Me from being she and I'm got him.
Into the mother f-kin' rockin'.
The hall of fame, even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames.
Only hall of fame I've been inducted in is the alcohol of fame.
On the wall of shame.
You f-king know the game.
Till I walk a flock of flames.
I'm from plankton.
Tell me, what in the f-k you thinkin'?
Little [Ab] gay lookin' boy.
So gay I can barely say it with a straight [Ebm] face lookin' boy.
You witnessin' a massacre, like you're watchin' a church gathering take [Gm] place lookin' boy.
Boy, say that boy's gay, that's all they say lookin' boy.
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back, and a way to go to the level of a gay lookin' boy.
Hey lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy?
I get a hell yeah from a straight lookin' boy.
I'm a workaholic, everything I have is a f-k.
I'm a face lookin' boy.
Face lookin' boy, you never seem to be capable of a future that looks the same face lookin' boy.
I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god.
Rap god.
All my people from the front to the back.
Back.
[G] The way I'm racin' around the track call me NASCAR.
NASCAR.
There in heart of the trailer park, the white trash guard.
Kneel before General Garza's quick, quick time.
No [Gm] ass guard.
Ass guard.
If you be thorn, I'll be owed and you be bloated.
I'm omnipotent.
Let off, then I'm reloading.
Immediately with these pots I'm toting.
And I should not be woken.
Ain't no walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'.
But I got your mind equal.
I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothin' in common, poodle.
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and take off.
Excuse me.
My honesty's brutal, but it's honestly futile.
If I don't utilize what I do, so put good at least once in a while.
So I wanna make sure somewhere in the chicken scraps 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 it's even you unsigned.
Rappers are hungry, lookin' at me like it's lunchtime.
I know there was a time where one time was king of the underground.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh Monschwein.
So I clunk rhymes, but sometimes when you come by,
appear with the skin color of mine.
You get too big and hit it from the trine.
Don't censor you like that one line I said.
All the facts from the Madness LP1 when I tried.
Just gotta take seven hits from Column 5.
Put them all in a line.
Got an AK-47, a revolver, and I'm not shit.
Don't get me started now that I ain't as big as I was.
But I'm morphin' into an immortal.
Comin' through the portal.
You're stuck in a time war.
A 2000 photo.
And I don't know what to write for.
Your pointless is Rapunzel.
With cornrows and writing normal.
Being normal.
And I just wanna make money from the future.
I'm just a human shooter.
Like when Fabulous made AJ mad.
His dad said he would rather chill.
Later, he's passing it to a man on the AK-Yano.
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the K-4 channel.
So AJ went straight to the radio station the very next day.
Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you.
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed.
JJ Fox.
Summer, lemma, demma, lemma, you assume I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get in through to you?
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I'm in it, Rob.
I'm something, anything you say, I speak it, sing it all for me.
And it's a movie you were never stating.
More than ever illustrating how to give a mother-
audience a villain.
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 [G] music.
You make elevator music.
Oh, hip to mainstream.
Well, that's for fake, you're a bitch, I'll just make it music.
It's not hip [Gm]-hop, it's pop.
Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
With rock, shock rap, with dive.
So I'm lose your suck, I'm 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.
When I'm ripping anyone's verses.
Verses you, curtains, and then your curtains hurt me.
You have many verses I gotta murder to.
I'm screwed, but if you have as nice a song as you can fight surgeons [G] to.
School's drunk, pill [Gm] junk.
But look at the accolades, your skills prone.
Full of myself, but still hung.
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to.
When I'm a million, you'll love it.
Hell, when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue and cheek.
You a drunk, Satan taker.
Real, I'm all sleep in the front.
Smoking heavy, eating up boys.
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 ask of me to eliminate some of the women hate.
But if you take into consideration the bitter hate.
So to have them you may be a little patient and more sympathetic.
This is your way to understand the discrimination.
But fuck it, life's handing you limits.
Make eliminations.
But if I can't ban other women.
How the fuck am I supposed to make them?
The mistake is a mistake.
It's a fatal mistake.
If you think I need to be overseas and take education.
Then trip abroad and fall on a face.
And don't be a retard.
Be a king?
Think not.
Why be a king?