Eminem - Rap God (Explicit) Chords

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To learn Eminem - Rap God chords with lyrics, delve into these chords to get the song's feel: Cm, Gm, G, Gm. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 36 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 73. Adjust the capo based on your vocal range and chord preference, keeping the song's key of Eb in mind.

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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 were just one of a [G] kind.
I'm beginning to feel like a rat guy, rat guy.
All my people from the front to the back, not back, not.
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slouch, slouch, slouch?.
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rats.
But for me to rap like a computer must [Gm] be in my jeans.
I got a laptop in my back pocket, my pinnacle walk when I hat cock.
They got a fat knack from that rat profit, made I'm even in a killing off it.
Ever since Duke, me and Uma still in office, with Monica Lewinsky filling on his nut sack.
I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell.
I'm a syllable skillaholic, kill em all.
This livid gibbity gibbity hip hop, you don't really want to get into a fist and match with this rap.
Ready rap, pack in the mac in the back.
Ready yak, pack, pack, rap, rap, yap, yap, yackity yak nap.
The exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobat stunt while in practice.
And that I'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 on the aftermath after the fact.
How could I not blow?.
All I do is drop F-bombs.
In my wrath of attack rappers I have in a rough time period.
Here's a Mac sheet pad, that's really disastrously bad.
For the wack, for the masterfully constructed, this masterpiece is me.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god.
Rap god.
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 fun.
That fun.
Everybody wants a key and a secret to rap immortality like I have not.
Will there be truth for the blueprints?.
Sippy page and euphoric two prints.
Everybody loves to work for a nuisance.
If you're up like an asteroid, need nothing but you for the moon scent.
MC's get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme.
Y'all believe the new school for the students?.
I'm a product of Rakim's.
Rakim, Sebastian, Rakim.
W-A-Q-A dot ring, y'all are easy, thank you.
They got slims.
It's bad enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position.
to meet one DMC and induct him into the motherfucking Rakim.
The hall of fame, even though I walk in the church in person, a ball of flame.
The 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 flame.
Offer flame, kid.
Tell me what in the fuck is you thinking?.
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy.
You witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering, take place looking boy.
Boy, be that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy.
You get a thumbs up hat on the back and a way to go from your label if you're gay looking boy.
Hey looking boy, what you say looking boy?.
I get a hell yeah from Trey looking boy.
I'm a work boy, everything I have never asked nobody, so shit get out my face looking boy.
Face looking boy, you never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same taste looking boy.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the front to [G] the back, knock, back, knock.
The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR.
There in heart of the trailer park, the white trash guard.
Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton.
No Asgard, [Gm] Asgard.
If you be thwart, I'll be Odin, you Broden.
I'm omnipotent.
Let off and I'm reloading, immediately with these bombs I'm toting.
And I should not be walking, I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating.
But I got your mom defloating, I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothing in common, poodle.
I'm a Doberman, 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 in this chicken scratch 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 looking 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 Munch grind.
So I punch rhyme, but sometimes when you combine a peer with the skin color of mine.
You get too big and here comes Tron to censor you like that one line.
I said hold on back on the Mathers, LP1 went on.
Tron just said I'll take seven kids from Columbine.
Put them all in a line at an AK-47, a revolver and a nunch.
See if I get [G] away with it now that I ain't as big as I was.
But I'm marching into an immortal coming through the portal.
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004.
And I don't know what the fuck that you're doing.
Boy, you're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking [Cm] cornrows.
Normal for [Gm] being normal.
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot you.
I'm like when Fabulous made Ray J mad.
Cause Fab said he was like a faggot made by the cats he was doing man, while he played T-Rano.
Man, oh man, that was a 24 second special on the K-Volt channel.
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day.
Hey Fab, I'm gonna kill you.
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed.
JJ Fab.
Ah, summon I'm a dooman, I'm a you, assuming I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get it through to you?.
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I made a rebel.
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll gloat to you.
I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating.
How to give a motherfucking 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 they'll 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 they do when they get jealous they can fuse it.
It's not hip hop, it's pop.
Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
With rock, [Gm] shock rap, with doc.
Don't wanna lose yourself I make a music.
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.
Curtains inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I gotta murder to?.
Prove that if you have as nice a song as you can sacrifice virgins to.
Ah, school flunk, [G] pill junk.
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.
When I'm a million leaves [Gm] above you.
Ill when I speak in tongues but it's still tongue in cheek.
Fuck you I'm drunk, Satan take the parking wheel.
I'm asleep in the front, stomping heavy beat in the voice.
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're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate.
But if you're taking into consideration the bitter hate 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 ban other women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?.
It's a mistake, it's a fatal mistake.
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation.
Get your trip abroad and make a poem on a basin.
Don't be a retard, be a king.
Think not, why be a king when you can be a god?

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