🎵 Rap god but the instrumental keeps changing // by William Maranci

2 ContributorsRap god but the instrumental keeps changing Lyrics [Intro] "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] (to the tune of Nirvana's In Bloom) I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod (to the tune of Black Sabbath's Paranoid) 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 (to the tune of Black Eyes Peas' Pump It) 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 (to the tunе of IDLES' Colossus) Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in officе With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as (to the tune of Death Grips' Takyon) indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) (to the tune of Rush's Red Barchetta) 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 (to the tune of Merzbow's Woodpecker No. 1) I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half (to the tune of Talking Heads' The Great Curve) 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 (to the tune of Cord Orange's Swallowing the Rabbit Whole) 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 masterpiece [Chorus] (to the tune of Charli XCX's Vroom Vroom) 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod (to the tune of They Might Be Giants' Ana Ng) 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 (to the tune of Mastodon's The Wolf is Loose) Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got [Verse 2] (to the tune of The Strokes' The Adults Are Talking) 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!) (to the tune of Billie Eilish's You Should See Me In a Crown) 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? (to the tune of Battles' My Machines) I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim (to the tune of The National's I'll Still Destroy You) 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' (to the tune of Lightning Bolt's Dracula Mountain) 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 (to the tune of Chelsea Wolfe's Carrion Flowers) 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'? (to the tune of Yves Tumor's Lifetime) 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 (to the tune of Theory of a Deadman's Bad Girlfriend) "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 (to the tune of Eminem's White America) 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! (to the tune of Dream Theater's The Dance of Eternity) Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause— [Chorus] (to the tune of Aphex Twin's Come to Daddy) I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod (to the tune of Creed's Higher) The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God (to the tune of Phil Collins' In The Air Tonight) Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard [Verse 3] (to the tune of the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme) 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' (to the tune of Funkadelic's Can You Get to That) 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' (to the tune of the Dropkick Murphy's I'm Shipping Up to Boston) 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 (to the tune of Delia Derbyshire's Ziwzih Ziwzih OO-OO-OO) It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though (to the tune of Rush's YYZ) For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle (to the tune of Deftones' My Own Summer (Shove It)) 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 (to the tune of Motorhead's Ace of Spades) 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 (to the tune of WatchMojo Background music) 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 the tune of Nine Inch Nails' The Day the World Went Away) 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 (to the tune of Slipknot's My Plague) 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 (to the tune of Modest Mouse's Dashboard) 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 (to the tune of The Shaggs' My Pal Foot-Foot) You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new (to the tune of Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band's Frownland) 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 (to the tune of Clown Core's Flat Earth) 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!" (to the tune of Napalm Death's You Suffer) Lyrics comin' at you at (to the tune of Hechizeros Band's El Sonidito) 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 (to the tune of Boots Randolph's Yakety Sax) 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 (to the tune of Linkin Park's Papercut) '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 (to the tune of Kanye West's POWER) "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 (to the tune of Outkast's SpottieOttieDopaliscious) "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 (to the tune of James Tenney's Collage #1) 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?! (to the tune of J Dilla's Last Donut of the Night) Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry (to the tune of Britney Spears' Toxic) 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, (to the tune of DAMN BOI HE THICK) 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, (to the tune of Scott Joplin's The Entertainer) still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils (to the tune of the "That Was Easy" button) and here's what they want from me (to the tune of 100 gecs' xXXi_wud_nvrstøp_ÜXXx) 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 (to the tune of the iPhone 6 Marimba Ringtone) 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 (to the tune of My Chemical Romance's Welcome to the Black Parade) 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, (to the tune of the THX Deep Note) 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?