Rap god lyrics

[Jimmy Conway]

I know there was a time once I was king of the underground
But I still rap like I was on my Pharoah Monch prime (?)

grind

[SoldierShady]

^Oh ok.
I typed up the last few bars:

School flunkie, pill junkie but look at the accolades his skill's (?)
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When 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 fuckin' wheel
I'm must sleep in the front seat, bumpin' Heavy D in the Royce
Still chunky, but funky but in my head there's somethin I can feel
Tuggin' and strugglin'
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 handing you lemons? Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I s'pposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't (mistake me for Satan) (?)
It's fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To a "trip up a-broad"
And make her fall on on her face and
Don't be a retard, be a King? Think not...
Why be a King when you can be a God?

[yung rom]

I've finished the first verse, diving into the second

[RSoares]

So far on Rap Genius:

[Verse 1]
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?
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 (sack)
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?

[LEVITIKUZ]

So far on Rap Genius:

[Verse 1]
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?
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 (sack)
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?

Kneel before General Zod. How could Rap Genius get that wrong.

[Crookedeye]

Lyrics to the nigga line?

He doesnt say nigga -.- "if you take into concideration" not nigga

[Jimmy Conway]

How did RG miss Dale Earnhardt.

[metsfan1121]

[Verse 1]
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?
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 nut sack
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 pissing match
With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac
And at 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 of faggots 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 as

[Verse 2]
I'm beginning to feel like a rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks their 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 exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons since
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 into 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 fags think it's all a game till I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck were you thinking?
Little gay looking boy, so gay 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
Oy vey that boy's gay that's all they say looking boy
You get 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
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planett's Krypton, no Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, flowing 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 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 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 then it comes time to censor you like that one line
I said back on the Mathers LP
One when I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
See if I get away with it now then I ain't as big as I was but I'm
Morphed 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
Innovative and i made of rubber so anything you say is ricocheting off me and it'll go to you
I'm never stating more than ever demonstrating how to get a mother fucking audience feeling like it's levitating, 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
Go on to lose yourself and 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 that verses you
I'm inadvertently hurting you and
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 trip abroad
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?

[yung rom]

I started making my own and after like two verses I saw the Rap Genius verses... Added what I got they didn't, fixed some of their stuff, and yeah..

[Intro]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance. Something's wrong, I can feel it
Just a feeling I’ve got, like something is 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 bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances

[Hook:]
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back, nod
Now who thinks their 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 pen will go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knock 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, Vic)
This flippity gibbedi-gibbedi-hip hop
You don't really wanna get in to a
With this rappity (?)
And the mac in the back of the Gap backpack
Rap rap yap yap yakkity yack. Now
At the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobats
Stunts while I’m practicing that all should be able
To break a motherfucking table over the back
Of a couple of faggots
And crack it in half
Only realize
It was ironic
I was on 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 maxipad
Tactifully, disastrously bad
For the whack
For the masterfully
Constructing this masterpiece and

[Hook]

Let me show you maintaining this shit aint that hard (that hard)
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality
Like I have got
Well to be truthful, the blueprints
Should be raging youthful exuberance (?)
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pwume!)
MCs get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to Bust-a-Rhyme!
Then I leave the new school full of students
Me?
I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz, 2Pac and
W.A ? Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you they got Slim
Inspired enough one day grow up
Blow up and
Be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them
Into the motherfucking rock and
Roll Hall of fame
Even though I walk into church and burst
Into 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 Waka-Flocka-Flames
Awful planking
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 want to send a massacre like you’re watching a church gathering take place
Looking boy
Oy vey that boy’s gay
That’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up pat on the back
And a “Way to go” from the label everyday looking boy
Hey looking boy
What you say looking boy?
I get a “Hell Yeah!” from Trey, looking boy
Imma work for
Everything I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get out my face, looking boy
Basically boy, you’re never gonna be capable to keeping up
With the same pace looking boy, cause

[Hook]
The way I’m racing around the track call me nascar
Failing heart of the trailer park the white trash god
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, 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
But I got your mom deepthroating
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 shit 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 Pharaoh Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
A pill with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here it comes
Shrine
Sense of you like that one line
I said
On, on back from the Mathers LP
One when I tried to say I’d 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 then I ain't as big as I was but I'm
Morphing into an immortal, coming through the portal
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
Write normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future to just come and shoot ya
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
It’s Fab…. faggot with his pads he turns to a man while they play play piano
Man, oh, 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, Imma 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
Innovative and I’ve made it rubble so anything you saying ricocheting off of me

I’m devastating more than ever
Demonstrating how to give a motherfucking audience a feeling
Like it’s levitating
Never fading, and I know that 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 doing 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
Go on lose yourself and 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 one of these verses
The verse is used
Curtains
I’m inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too (UH)
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, and
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 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 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 trip abroad
And make her foam on the face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?

[Francesco]

Still hard to connect all dots...

[Kill You]

It's "batter the women" at the end. That's why he can't make the cake...

[Francesco]

It's "batter the women" at the end. That's why he can't make the cake...

I hear it that way too...

[Jimmy Conway]

Updated correct lyrics.

Wow

Great song. Miles above Survival and Berzerk

[grayfox318]

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


just got that...