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rap god - ketsuban lyrics

[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 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 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-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 flippy dip pity-hippity hip-hop
you don’t really wanna get into a p-ssing match
with this rappity-rap, packing 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 practicing that
i’ll still be able to break a mothaf-ckin’ 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)

[verse 2]
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 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 (pew)
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, shablakim azz, 2pac
n.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, easy, 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 mothaf-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-looking boy
so g-y i can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
you’re witnessing a m-ss-occur
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 every day, looking boy
hey, looking 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 n-body 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

[verse 3]
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 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 ramon 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 trying to censor you like that one line
i said on “i’m back” from the mather lp one 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 fabulous made ray j mad
cause fab said he looked like a f-g at may-weather’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, sum ma-lemma, doom-lemma, 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-ckin’ 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 hurting you
how many verses i gotta murder to
prove that if you were half as nice
your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
hung, school flunky, pill junks
but look at the accolades, these sk!lls bring 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
b-mping 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 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?

- ketsuban lyrics

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