Rap Gods and Pilots

"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"
Six minutes six Minutes six
Minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
"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 as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"

I wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, "Please, oh please!"
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got to be like this
Is this living free?
I don't wanna be the one
Be the one to have the
Sun's blood on my hands i'll tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon

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 master piece

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
Shit ain't that hard, that hard

There’s an infestation in
My mind’s imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke cause
I’m smoking them out the basement
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop
Rapping to prove nothing
Just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t the only one who
Wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
It’s just right now I got a
Really crazy mind to clean
Nah, I didn’t understand a thing you said
If I didn’t know better
I'd guess you’re all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a
Limp and a hunch
Saying stuff like, "you only live once"
You've got one time to figure it out
One time to twist and one time to shout
One time to think and I say we start now
Sing it with me if you
Know what I’m talking about

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-looking boy
So gay I can barely say
It with a straight face, looking boy
You're witnessing 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 your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keeping up with the
Same pace, looking boy, '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

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await
And clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays that we don't need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes
Cause we're told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and
The clouds try to plead desperately yelling
"There's something we need!"
I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied
I three-time MVP'd this crime
I'm afraid to tell you who I adore
Won't tell you who I'm singing towards
Metaphorically, I'm a whore
And that's denial number four

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 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

"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We have a list of people that we would take
A bullet for them, a bullet for you
A bullet for everybody in this room
But I don't seem to see
Many bullets coming through
See many bullets coming through
Metaphorically I'm the man
But literally I don't know what I'd do
"I'd live for you, " and that's hard to do
Even harder to say when you
Know it's not true even harder to write when
You know that tonight
There were people back home who
Tried talking to you
But then you ignore them still
All these questions they’re for real
Like who would you live for?
Who would you die for?
And would you ever kill?

I'ma kill you!
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed
(JJ 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 ricocheting 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
" because I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I'm evil to the core
What I shouldn't do I will
They say I'm emotional
What I want to save I'll kill
Is that who I truly am?
I truly don't have a chance
Tomorrow I'll keep a beat
And repeat yesterday's dance

Yo, this song will never be on the radio
Even if my clique were to pick
And the people were to vote
It's the few, the proud, and the emotional
Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral
The world around us is burning
But we're so cold
It's the few, the proud, and the emotional

We've turned our hands to guns
Traded our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you, of my disorder
Or my condition cause when the sun sets
It upsets what's left of my invested interest
Interested in putting my fingers to my head
The solution is
I see a whole room of these mutant kids
Fused at the wrist
I simply tell them they should shoot at this
Simply suggest my chest and
This confused music, it's
Obviously best for them to turn
Their guns to a fist

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?