[00:00.000] 作词 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/M. Delgiorno/S. Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/J. Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
[00:00.900] 作曲 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/M. Delgiorno/S. Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/J. Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
[00:01.800]Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
[00:05.140]But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes)
[00:10.020]Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
[00:11.860]Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
[00:18.150]If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble – and if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
[00:24.720]You were just what the doctor ordered
[00:26.360]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[00:29.170]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[00:32.610]Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
[00:35.860]They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
[00:38.320]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
[00:40.520]I got a laptop in my back pocket
[00:42.280]My pen'll go off when I half cock it
[00:43.870]Got a fat knot from that rap profit
[00:45.340]Made a living and a killing off it
[00:46.730]Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
[00:48.330]With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack
[00:50.230]I'm an MC still as honest
[00:51.710]But as rude and as indecent as all hell
[00:53.120]Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
[00:54.860]This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
[00:56.240]You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap
[00:58.780]Packing a mack in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
[01:01.740]And at the exact same time
[01:02.860]I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
[01:04.780]I'll still be able to break a mother****in' table
[01:06.260]Over the back of a couple of niggas and crack it in half
[01:08.250]Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
[01:11.800]How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
[01:15.010]Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxi-Pad
[01:17.160]It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
[01:19.160]while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
[01:21.100]Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[01:24.540]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[01:27.710]Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
[01:30.950]Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
[01:34.200]Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
[01:37.520]Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
[01:40.030]Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
[01:41.680]Hit the earth like an asteroid, and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
[01:44.720]MC's get taken to school with this music
[01:46.480]Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
[01:48.140]Now I lead a new school full of students
[01:50.180]Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
[01:56.240]Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and being in a position
[01:59.420]To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them into the mother****in' Rock n'
[02:02.960]Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
[02:06.120]Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
[02:09.040]On the wall of shame
[02:10.250]You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
[02:13.310]Off of planking, tell me what in the **** are you thinking?
[02:16.320]Little gay looking boy
[02:17.510]So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
[02:19.550]You witnessing a massacre
[02:20.780]Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
[02:22.910]Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
[02:26.130]You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
[02:27.580]And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
[02:29.280]Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
[02:30.920]I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
[02:32.500]I'mma work for everything I have
[02:33.960]Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
[02:35.750]Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
[02:37.780]To keep up with the same pace looking boy
[02:39.090]Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[02:42.360]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[02:45.520]The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
[02:48.720]Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
[02:51.480]Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
[02:55.200]So you be Thor and I'll be Odin
[02:56.840]You rodent, I'm omnipotent
[02:58.980]Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
[03:01.880]And I should not be woken
[03:03.840]I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
[03:07.010]But I got your mom deep throating
[03:08.570]I'm out my ramen noodle
[03:09.850]We have nothing in common, poodle
[03:11.450]I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
[03:15.000]It's me, my honesty's brutal
[03:17.720]But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
[03:20.580]For good at least once in a while
[03:21.980]So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
[03:24.520]Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
[03:27.720]But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
[03:30.880]Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
[03:33.250]I know there was a time where once I
[03:35.010]Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
[03:38.230]So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
[03:40.280]Appeal with the skin color of mine
[03:42.150]You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
[03:44.550]Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
[03:47.260]One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
[03:50.090]Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
[03:53.870]See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
[03:59.960]You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
[04:01.990]And I don't know what the **** that you rhyme for
[04:04.190]You're pointless as Rapunzel with ****ing cornrows
[04:06.730]You're like normal, **** being normal
[04:08.520]And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
[04:10.570]To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
[04:13.100]Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
[04:15.050]Singin' to a man while they played piano
[04:16.580]Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
[04:19.740]So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
[04:22.550]''Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you''
[04:23.770]Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
[04:25.920]Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
[04:28.030]What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
[04:29.300]Innovative and I'm made of rubber
[04:30.440]So that anything you saying is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
[04:32.500]I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
[04:34.110]How to give a mother****in' audience a feeling like it's levitating
[04:35.740]Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
[04:37.640]For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
[04:39.200]Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
[04:40.470]I make elevating music, you make elevator music
[04:42.700]Oh, he's too mainstream
[04:43.780]Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
[04:46.090]It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
[04:48.710]With rock, shock rap with Doc
[04:50.720]Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
[04:52.600]I don't know how to make songs like that
[04:53.920]I don't know what words to use
[04:55.410]Let me know when it occurs to you
[04:56.790]While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
[04:58.410]It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
[05:00.090]How many verses I gotta murder to prove
[05:01.580]That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too
[05:05.230]School flunkie, pill junky
[05:07.390]But look at the accolades the skills brung me
[05:09.940]Full of myself, but still hungry
[05:11.810]I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
[05:14.630]And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
[05:18.270]But it's still tongue in cheek, **** you
[05:20.060]I'm drunk so Satan take the ****ing wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
[05:23.710]Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
[05:26.210]But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
[05:29.940]Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
[05:33.460]They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
[05:35.220]But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
[05:37.340]Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
[05:40.200]And understand the discrimation
[05:42.200]But **** it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
[05:45.070]But if I can't batter the women how the **** am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
[05:48.740]Don't mistake it for Satan
[05:49.980]It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
[05:52.020]And take a vacation to trip a broad
[05:53.950]And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
[05:56.670]Be a king? Think not—why be a king when you can be a God?

作词 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/M. Delgiorno/S. Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/J. Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
作曲 : Eminem/B. Zayas Jr/M. Delgiorno/S. Hacker/D. Davis/L. Walters/D. Birks/J. Burns/J Lee/F. Shaheed/K. Nazel
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
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 as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like 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 slap box, slap box?
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 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 MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a mother****in' table
Over the back of a couple of niggas and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to 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, here's a Maxi-Pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
Cause I'm beginning to feel like 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 slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and being in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them into the mother****in' Rock 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 think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the **** are 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 watching a church gathering take 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 go 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 shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy
Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then 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 floating
But I got your mom deep throating
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 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
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as 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 **** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with ****ing cornrows
You're like normal, **** 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
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
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'mma kill you''
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a mother****in' 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
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 do when they get 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
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em 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 diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
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, **** you
I'm drunk so Satan take the ****ing 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 fight 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 sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimation
But **** it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the **** 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 trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not—why be a king when you can be a God?