All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to

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 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 emcee still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell

Syllable, killaholic [?] This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop

You don't really wanna get into a piece of match

With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy

yac The exact same time I attempt these lyrical

acrobat stunts when I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckers

table over the back of a couple [?] and crack it in half

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, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time, period; he's a maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad For the wack to masterfully constructing this

masterpiece ass

[Verse 2] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to

slapbox? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't

that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap

immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint is simply

raging youthful [?] Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hither up like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons in

Emcees get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehichle to bust a rhyme

Now I lead a new school of students Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz,

2Pac and W.N, Cube, 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 to the motherfucking

Rock and 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 [?] it's all a game till I woke a flock of flames

Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck were you thinking?

Little B looking boy, so [?] 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

Oh [?] that's all they say looking boy You take a thumbs up, pat on the back the

way you go from your label everyday looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? I got a hell yeah from Tre 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

[Verse 3] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call

me Nascar [?] heart of the trailer park, the white trash

God Kneel before generals off this planett's Krypton,

no Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you [?], I'm

omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading immediately with

these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken

I'm a walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep in [?] I'm out my ramen noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle ? 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 ? I scratch,

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

A pill with the skin color of mine You get too big and [?]

Like that one line

When I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line

See if I get away with it now then I ain't as big as I was but I'm

Morph into an immortal, coming through the portal

But you're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme

for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking

cornrolls Fuck 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

Oh, man, oh, that was a 24 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

Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman

Innovator, made [?] so anything you saying ricocheting off of me

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 doing 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

[?] to make them loose 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 of these verses

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, 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 fighting 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 symphatetic to the situation

And understand the discrimation 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 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 tip a broad

And make a [?] on the face and don't be a retard

Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?

[Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt

your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance. (Six

minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Something's wrong, I can feel it

Like a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I don't know what

If this means, what I think it means, we're in trouble - big trouble

And if he is as bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances

(You were just what the doc ordered.)

[Hook] I'm begining to feel like a Rap God (Rap God)

All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod)

Now who thinks arms a long enough to slap box? (Slap box)

[Part I:] 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 pinnacle walk when I half-cock it Got a fat knock, from that rap profit

Rap prophet Made a living and a killing 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 a hell syllables

Killaholic(?) kill em all... This vividy hibbedi-hibbedi-hip hop

You don't really wanna get in to a pissin match

... that with a backpack ...Aftermath after the fact

At the exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobat-stunts

While I'm back .. to be able Should be able to break a motherfucking table

Over the back of the couple of facts Realize, it was ironic I was on the aftermath

after the fact How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god (rap god)

All my people from the front to the back, nod

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

And I realize it's ironic I was on Aftermath after the fact

MCs get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to Bust-a-Rhyme!

To meet Run DMC and induct them to the motherfucking rock and roll Hall of fame

The only hall of fame I'll be inducted to is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame

Why be a king when you can be a God?

I am the walking dead but I am just the talking head of a zombie floating

We have nothing in common poodle I am a dopamine pinch yourself

In you arm ..... Its me

My honesty is brutal ...

If I don't utlize what I do At least once in while, so I wanna make sure

somewhere in this chicken scatch, I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to maybe try and

help kick some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case cuz Even if unsigned rappers are hungry looking

at me like its lunch times I know

There was a time where once I was King of the underground

But I still rap like I am on On my pharaoh munch grind

So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine

you get too big ...Mathers LP 1

Youre assuming im a human What i gotta do to get through you

Im superhuman,innovating And i made of rubber

So anything you say Is ricocheting off me

Devastating Demonstrating

Motherfucking audience Feeling like its levitating

Never failing And i know the haters

Are forever waiting The day they say i fell off

They celebrating Cause the way i get em motivated

The way i make elevating music You make elevator music

"oh he is too mainstream"

Put them all in a line and add an ak

Why be a king, when you can be a god?