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j-$killz - rap god (cover version) كلمات الأغنية

beat produced by: dvlp
re-make: j-$k!llz
written by: eminem
lyrics provided by: rapg*nius
performed by: j-$k!llz
sample: intro
2013
#nothinbutlove #rapgod
[intro]
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 doc ordered)
[verse 1]
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 slapbox, slapbox
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-c-ck it, got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a living and a k!lling off it
ever since bill clinton was still in office
with monica lewinsky feeling on his (nut-sack), i’m an mc still as honest
but as rude and as indecent as all h-ll, syllables, sk!ll-a-holic
(k!ll em all with)this flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop, you don’t really wanna get into a p-ssin’ match wit’ this rappity-rap
packin’ a mac in the back of the ac, backpack rap cr-p, yap-yap yackety-yack
and at the exact same time, i attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while i’m practicin’ that
i’ll still be able to break a mothaf-cking table over the back of a couple of f-ggots 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) cuz’

[verse 2]
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 slapbox, slapbox
let me show you maintaining this sh-t 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, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
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 be in a position
to meet run dmc, and induct them into the motherf-ckin’ rock n’-
roll hall of fame
even though i’ll 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 f-gs think it’s all a game, ’til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank and, tell me what in the f-ck are you thinking
little g-y lookin’ boy
so g-y i can barely say it with a straight face looking, boy
you’re witnessing a m-ssacre like you’re watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
oy vey, that boy’s g-y, 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, lookin’ boy, what you say looking boy
i get a “h-ll yeah” from dre looking, boy
i’ma work for everything i have, never ask n0body for sh-t, get outta my face looking boy
basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking, boy cause

[verse 3]
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 toting
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 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, you get too big and here they come tryin’
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
morphing into an immortal coming through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
and i don’t know what the f-ck that you rhyme for, you’re pointless as rapunzel with f-cking cornrows
you write normal, f-ck being normal
and i just bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad
cause fab said he looked like a f-g at mayweather’s pad
singing 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’ma k!ll you!” lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (j.j. fad)
uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you -ssuming 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 say is ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you and
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating, how to give a mothaf-cking 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
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 h-lla 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, 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
unghh, school flunky, pill junky
but look at the accolades these sk!lls 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, f-ck you
i’m drunk so satan take the f-cking wheel, i’m asleep in the front seat
bumping heavy d and the boyz “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 f-ck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then
but if i can’t batter the women, how the f-ck 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 abroad and make her fall on her face and
don’t be a r-t-rd, be a king? think not
why be a king when you can be a god?

- j killz

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