Rap God By Eminem, born Marshall Bruce Mathers III, is a legendary American rapper, songwriter, record producer, and actor. He was born on October 17, 1972, in St. Joseph, Missouri, but grew up in Detroit, Michigan.
Eminem’s childhood was challenging. His parents split up when he was young, and he was raised by his mother, who struggled with addiction and poverty. He was frequently bullied in school and found solace in rap music, which he began writing and performing at the age of 14.
Eminem’s early career was marked by struggle and rejection, but he eventually caught the attention of Dr. Eminem one of the most respected figures in the rap industry. Dre signed Eminem to his label, Aftermath Entertainment, and helped him release his major-label debut album, “The Slim Shady LP,” in 1999.
“The Slim Shady LP” was an instant success, propelled by the hit single “My Name Is.” The album won Eminem his first Grammy Award and established him as one of the most distinctive and controversial voices in rap music.
Verse by verse lyrics of the song:
“Rap God” is a song by Eminem that was released in 2013. It’s known for its rapid-fire delivery and complex wordplay. Here’s a breakdown of the lyrics and their possible meanings:
Verse 1:
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and 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
In this verse, Eminem sets the tone for the rest of the song by warning listeners that he’s about to go all out. He acknowledges that something is about to happen, but he’s not sure what it is. He then references a potentially dangerous individual and says he’s not taking any chances.
Verse 2:
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 Rapbot
In this verse, Eminem celebrates his success and compares himself to a “Rap God.” He also references critics who have accused him of rapping like a robot, but he embraces the label and takes it as a compliment.
Verse 3:
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
In this verse, Eminem continues to boast about his skills as a rapper and compares himself to NASCAR driver Dale Earnhardt. He also references General Zod, a villain from the Superman comics, and suggests that he’s a powerful figure like Zod on this planet.
Verse 4:
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.
In this verse, Eminem makes another reference to Norse mythology, with himself as Odin and his opponent as Thor. He also continues to assert his dominance, claiming to be all-powerful and warning his opponent not to wake him up. He likens himself to a zombie, suggesting that his words and music have a hypnotic effect on his listeners.
Verse 5:
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 nut-sack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill ’em all with)
This lickety, gibbedy, hip-hop, you don’t really want to get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Biography of the Eminem:
Eminem, whose real name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III, was born on October 17, 1972, in St. Joseph, Missouri. He had a difficult childhood, marked by poverty, abuse, and frequent moves. His father abandoned the family when Eminem was just a baby, and his mother struggled with addiction and mental illness.
Despite these challenges, Eminem showed an early talent for rap music. He began performing in local contests and underground clubs in his hometown of Detroit. In 1996, he released his first independent album, “Infinite,” but it failed to gain much attention.
It wasn’t until 1999 that Eminem achieved mainstream success with his second album, “The Slim Shady LP.” The album was controversial for its explicit lyrics and dark themes, but it also showcased Eminem’s unique style and clever wordplay. The album won him two Grammy Awards and established him as a major force in the rap world.
Eminem continued to release successful albums throughout the 2000s, including “The Marshall Mathers LP” (2000), “The Eminem Show” (2002), and “Encore” (2004). He also dabbled in acting, with roles in the movies “8 Mile” (2002) and “The Interview” (2014).
Complete lyrics of the song:
[Intro]
“Look, I was gonna go easy on you 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 are just what the doc ordered”
[Chorus]
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 Rap-bot
[Verse 1]
But for me to rap like a computer it 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 livin’ and a killin’ off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ 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 pissin’ match
With this rappity brat, 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 practicin’ 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 havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce
[Chorus]
‘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 maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
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[Verse 2]
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!)
MCs 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–D.M.C., and induct them
Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and 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 fags think it’s all a game, ’til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’?
Little gay-lookin’ boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy (Ha-ha!)
You’re witnessin’ a mass-occur
Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy
“Oy vey, that boy’s gay!”—that’s all they say, lookin’ boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a “way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy
Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy?
I get a “hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy
I’ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin’ boy!
Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause—
[Chorus]
I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racin’ 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
[Verse 3]
So you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin
You rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off, then I’m reloadin’
Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’
But I got your mom deep-throatin’
I’m out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin’ 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 lookin’ 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 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin’ 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
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad
Singin’ to a man while he 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 kill you!”
Lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin’ 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 ricochetin’ 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
‘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 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?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these 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’ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin’ 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 askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life’s handin’ you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can’t batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake ’em 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