("Rap God" by Eminem) ♪ Look ♪ ♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪ ♪ And not to hurt
your feelings ♪ ♪ But I'm only going to
get this one chance ♪ ♪ 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 were just what
the doc ordered ♪ ♪ 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 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 MC still as honest ♪ ♪ But as rude and indecent
as all hell syllables ♪ ♪ Killaholic ♪ ♪ Kill 'em all with ♪ ♪ This slickety, gibbedy,
hibbedy hip hop ♪ ♪ You don't really wanna
get into a pissing match ♪ ♪ With this rappidy brat ♪ ♪ Packing a Mac in
the back of the Ac ♪ ♪ Backpack rap crap,
yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪ ♪ 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 maxipad ♪ ♪ It's actually disastrously
bad for the wack ♪ ♪ While I'm masterfully
constructing this
masterpiece as ♪ ♪ '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 wants 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! ♪ ♪ 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-DMC 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 of 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!) ♪ ♪ You witnessing 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 everyday, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ Hey, lookin' boy! What
you say, lookin' boy? ♪ ♪ I got 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 ♪ ♪ Or keepin' up with the
same pace, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ 'Cause 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 ♪ ♪ So you 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 walking' 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 ♪ ♪ 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 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 LP1 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 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
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 verses 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
flunkie, 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 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 a broad ♪ ♪ 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? ♪
Max Headroom, The Matrix, 8 Mile, Hellraiser, Pong, Super Mario. So many pop culture references in this video
It's really nice to see a healthy and vibrant Eminem. His energy, hair, antics, and overall wackiness reminds me of that old Slim Shady. I really hope he stays relevant more in the rap game now that he seems more comfortable. Also, GET TO PRODUCING MORE DAMN IT.
Hahaha can someone make a gif of 4:54 where he says 'I dont know what words to use'.
I don't think I've ever been mocked harder
This is probably the first Eminem video I've thoroughly enjoyed in a few years
Those blurred fucking hands and that apron. Mario and Portal and Bill Clinton in the same video. Damn, Em.
This shit was awesome. Also, love this song.
Scrate crack.
"If I can't batter the women then how am I supposed to make them a cake?"
I liked it just cause it seemed like Em was having fun for once in a video. Most of his recent videos he's so serious all the time, but in this one he just seemed like he was having a good time. Especially the parts where he was rapping in the group of people.
I like when artists still put effort, time, and money into their music videos even though there isn't as much of a need for them in the internet age.
Eminem looks so young in the technicolor background. I'm so excited, someone hold me.