Rap Game (A Tribute To Eminem)

Rap Game - Eminem

The rap game, hip hop 101

The hardest nine to five

You'll ever have

You can't learn this sh*t in no history book

You ready to rap motherf**ker?

You ready to sell your soul? hahaha

The rap game will f**k you up

I'mma disrupted ni**a,

You made me crazy

You should've slain me as a baby

Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven

And you ain't even gotta pay me

I take pleasure of layin' a ni**a down daily

You face me, punk it's over,

You'll faint fast

I've never f**ked up to where

I can't whoop ya a**

You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, f**k music

Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,

Just don't confuse it

What happens: these dudes get

Rude then I lose it

I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas

With a gat that's bigger than

Godzilla's back ni**a

You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects

Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked

And got a mack 10 with it, so

I ain't gotta rap

But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black

Cause you'll be stankin' in the

Back of a f**kin' Cadillac

I'ma get snuffed, cause

I ain't said enough to pipe down

I pipe down, when the (

White House) just wiped out

When I see that little

(Cheney) dike get sniped out

Lights out, b**ch adios, goodnight

Now put that in ya little

Pipe and bite down

Think for a minute

Cause the hype has died down

That I won't go up in

The Oval Office right now

And flip whatever ain't tied

Down upside down

I'm all for America, f**k the government

Tell that C. Delores

Tucker slut to suck a d**k

Motherf**k ducked, what the f**k? son of a b**ch

Take away my gun,

I'm gonna tuck some other sh*t

Can't tell me sh*t about the tricks of this trade

Switchblade, with a

Little switch to switch blades

And switch from a

Six to a sixteen inch blade

Sh*t's like a samurai

Sword or sensai

Sh*t just don't change to this day

I'm this way, still tell

That utslay itchbay

Ucksay my ikcday,

'Scuse my igpay atinlay

But uckfay you igpay

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul

For this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no

Hole for this rap game

Man, I'm tellin' you,

No it ain't happening

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul

For this rap game

I ain't diggin' no hole

For this rap game

This rap game, this rap game

I wouldn't wanna be drinkin',

Drowned in my own inequity

But f**ked that I'ma rap

'Til y'all all get sick of me

And clutch my nuts sack

And spit all who pick at me

A pitt and rott mix, f**k the

Dogs you sic on me

I'm sayin' you motherf**kers

Don't know us, quit playin'

If I'm broke, then I'm breakin'

Up in the place where you layin'

You know, same sh*t every

Ni**a done in his life

I look at this, why speak on

When I want when I write

So why should I ever

Fear another man

If he bleed like I bleed,

Take a piss and he stand?

OK, you win, you can say we can't rap

But no Source never made me

Not buy an album when they say it was whack

I walk in that party and just

Start bussin'

Right after I hear the last

Verse of "Self Destruction"

This liquor makes me

Wanna blast the chrome

To let you know The Time

Without Morris Day and Jerome (ni**a)

I'm low down and shifty,

Quickly call Swifty

To do a drive-by on the

Tenth speed with 50

Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze

I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese

With ya seed, you be an unlucky G

My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict

They said no fightin' in the club

So I brought me a 'matic

Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit

Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften my habit

Believe me, we run this rap sh*t, for sheezy

Make makin' millions look easy

Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me

Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D

No time to call a peace treaty

Dial 911 cause you need the- police

To help you believe me

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk

And piss on the curb

This is absurd, these street niggas

Twistin' my words

We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"

Cause Proof and Shyne man sh*t

Nothin' in common

The nastiest band with gas in each hand

We never bow down to be a flash in the pan

No remorse, f**k ya stature dog

Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all

Put your jaw on the ground with

The four and the pound

Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around

So we can battle with raps, we

Can battle with gats

Matter of fact, we can battle for

Plaques (This rap game)

I'm too f**kin' retarded

I don't give a f**k

About my d**k

That's why I'm datin'

Lorraina Bobbet

My crew had an argument,

Who was the largest

Now they all is dead and

I roll as a solo artist

Plus I made all the beats and

Wrote all the raps

Well I really didn't, but I did

Accordin' to this contract

I was thrown in the snow

With nowhere to go

Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe

My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics

That's why I glued her headphones

To her ear to make sure she hear it

If rap don't work, I'm startin' a

Group with Garth Brooks

Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no

Hole for this rap game

Man, I'm tellin' you,

Know it ain't happening

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

I ain't diggin' no

Hole for this rap game

This rap game, this rap game