Chords for Eminem - Rap God 日本語歌詞付き

_ 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 facade, [G] boy.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the front to the back, nah, back, nah, nah.
Who thinks their arms are long enough to slash, slash, slash, but they said I rap like a robot, so call me RAP.
For me to rap like a computer must be in my jeans.
I got a [Gm] laptop in my back pocket, my pen'll go off when I hat cock it.
Got a fat gnat from that rat profit, made a living and a killing off it.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, Rick Mulligan, Lewinsky filling on his nut sack.
I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables.
Kill a holic, kill them all, this libiddy dibiddy hibiddy hip hop.
You don't really want to get into a somatic with this rapiddy rap hack.
And a Mac in the back of the yak, back, back, rap, rap, yap, yap, yakity yak nap.
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobats, don't smell them practice.
And that'll still be able to break a motherfucking table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it and hack it.
Only realized it was ironic I was under aftermath after the fact.
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs.
Feel my wrath of attack rap as I have in a rough time period.
Here's a maxi pad, actually disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the masterfully constructing this masterpiece.
This is how we get in this feel [G] like a rap, rap, rap.
All my people from the front to the back, back, back.
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap, slap, slap.
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that, [Gm] that.
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got.
Well the big truth with the blueprints, stupid page and euphoric zuprints.
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but juice for the moon sense.
MC's get taken to schools, this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme.
Yeah I'll lead a new school full of students.
Me, I'm a product of Rakim, lock him, shabazz, do-lockin.
W-A-Q, hey Doc, Ren, 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 motherfuckin' rockin'.
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church in person and ball of flame.
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, until I walk a flock of flames.
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
[F#] Little gay lookin' boy, so gay I can [F] barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy.
You witnessing a massacre [F#] like you're watching a church gathering, take [Gm] place lookin' boy.
Boy, bae, that boy's gay, that's all they swingin' lookin' boy.
You get a thumbs up hat on the back and a way to go from your label if you're gay lookin' boy.
Hey lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy?
I get a hell yeah from Trey lookin' boy.
I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit, get out my face lookin' boy.
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same taste lookin' boy.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the [G] front to the back, knock, back, knock.
The way I'm raced around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR.
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash [A] guard.
Kneel before General Zod, this plan is Krypton, no Asgard, [Gm] 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 totin'.
And I should not be woken, I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatin'.
But I got your mom deep throatin', I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothing in common, poodle, I'm a Doberman.
You can pinch yourself in the arm if hey-hum, it's beautiful to me.
My honesty's brutal, but it's honestly [A#] futile if I don't utilize what I do, though.
But [G] at least once in a while, so I wanna make sure, somewhere in the chicken scratch I scribble and [Gm] doodle.
Enough 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, lookin' at me like it's lunchtime.
I know there was a time where once I was pingin' the 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 hit it from the shrine.
To censor you like that one line I said,
Hold on back from the Mathers LP, one when I tried to sell.
Take seven kids from Columbine, put them all in a line.
Had an AK-47, a revolver, and a [G] knife.
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was.
But I'm morphin' into an immortal, comin' [Gm] through the portal.
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004-to.
And I don't [G] know what the fuck that you want, poodle.
You're pointless as [Gm] Rapunzel with fuckin' [A] cornrows.
You like normal fuck being normal.
And I just bought [Gm] 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 fag.
And they were just passing him to a man while he played Jay Yano.
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 comin' at you with supersonic speed.
Ah, summa-lumma-dumma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get it through to you?
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I made it rubble.
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll go 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.
[G] 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's debutin', niggas jealous, they can fuse it.
It's not hip [Gm]-hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
With rock, shock rap, with dark, 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.
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you have as nice as songs you can sacrifice [G] virgins to?
School flunky, pill junkie, but look at the accolades, these skills blown me.
Full of myself, but still hungry.
I bully myself cause I make [Gm] me do what I put my mind to.
And I'm a million leagues above it.
Ill when I speak in tongue, but it's still tongue in cheek.
Fuck you, I'm drunk, Satan take the fucking wheel.
I'm asleep in the front, pumping heavy in the voice.
Still chunky but funky, but in my head there's something I can feel.
Still 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 hates, but if you're taking the consideration,
the bitter hates 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 and shake them?
Don't mistake it for shoes, 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