Radio Inspire

How To Learn Sign Language

Rap God in ASL

Look I was gonna 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 (For 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 are just what the doctor ordered) I’m beginnin’ 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 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 MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables killaholic kill em all with this flippity dippity hippity hip-hop You don’t really want to get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap
Packin’ a MAC 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 motherfuckin table over the back of a couple of faggots 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 master piece (yeah) Cause I’m beginnin’ 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 wants 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 did nothing but shoot for the moon since MCs get taken to school with this music cuz 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, Tupac, NWA, Cube, hey, 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 into the Motherfucking 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’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of Fame on the wall of shame you fags think it’s all a game till I walk a flock of flames off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay-looking-boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face -looking-boy You witnessing a massacre (mass-occur) like you watching a church gathering take place -looking-boy oy vey that boy is 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 get 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 of keeping up with the same pace-looking-boy cuz 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 floatin, but I got your mom deep throatin’ 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 want to 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 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 (CODA) you get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line I said on “I’m Back” from the Mathers LP 1 When I tried to say “I’ll 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’m morphin’ into an immortal Coming through the portal you’re stuck in a time warp in 2004 though and I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for you’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking — cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal And I just bought a new raygun from the future just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad cuz Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad singing to a man while he play piano. Man oh man that was the 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 with supersonic speed (JJ Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, 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 So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you and 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 they’ll be celebrating cuz 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” cuz 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 when I’m rippin any one of these verses that versus you it’s curtains I’m inadvertently hurtin you how many verses I gotta murder to prove that if You were half as nice your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? unnnh School flunky, pill junky But look at the accolades these skills brung me. Full of myself, But still hungry. I bully myself cuz I make me do what I put my mind to and I’m a million leagues above 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 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 take into consideration The bitter hatred I had 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 batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don’t mistake him 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?

32 Replies to “Rap God in ASL”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *