{"id":233,"date":"2018-10-19T12:16:21","date_gmt":"2018-10-19T12:16:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stacycacciatore.com\/?page_id=233"},"modified":"2018-10-19T23:29:52","modified_gmt":"2018-10-19T23:29:52","slug":"blackout-poetry-rap-god","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stacycacciatore.com\/index.php\/black\/album-rap-god\/blackout-poetry-rap-god\/","title":{"rendered":"BLACKOUT POETRY – RAP GOD"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Stacy Cacciatore<\/h2>\n
\n

Rap God<\/h1>\n

Eminem<\/h3>\n
\n

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings<\/span>
\nBut I’m only going to get this one chance<\/span> Something’s wrong<\/span> <\/span><\/a>I can feel it<\/span><\/p>\n

(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)<\/span>
\nJust a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what<\/span>
\nIf that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble , big trouble,<\/span>
\nAnd if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances<\/span>
\nYou were just what the doctor ordered I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God<\/span>
\nAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod<\/span>
\nNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?<\/span>
\nThey said I rap like a robot, so call me RapbotBut for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes<\/span> I<\/span><\/span><\/a> got a laptop in my back pocket<\/span>
\nMy pen’ll go off when I<\/span> <\/a>half-cock it <\/span>got <\/span><\/span> a<\/span> fat<\/span><\/span><\/a> knot from that rap profit<\/span>
\nMade a living and a killing off it<\/span>
\nEver since Bill Clinton was still in office<\/span>
\nWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack<\/span>
\nI’m an MC still as honest<\/span>
\nBut as rude andindecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill ’em all with)<\/span>
\nThis slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop<\/span>
\nYou don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap<\/span>
\nPacking a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac<\/span>
\nThe exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while<\/span> I‘m<\/span><\/span><\/a> practicing<\/span>
\nThat I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table<\/span>
\nOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half<\/span>
\non<\/span><\/a> r<\/span><\/span>ealized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact<\/span> my<\/span><\/a><\/span> got a laptop in my back pocket<\/span> period<\/span><\/span><\/a> pen’ll go off when I half-cock it not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack<\/span>
\nRappers are having a rough time<\/span> here’s a Maxipad<\/span><\/a>
\nIt’s actually disastrously bad<\/span>
\nFor the wack while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece asI’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God<\/span>
\nAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod<\/span>
\nNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?<\/span>
\nLet me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hardEverybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got<\/span>
\nWell, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance<\/span>
\nEverybody loves to root for a nuisance<\/span>
\nHit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since<\/span>
\nMC’s get taken to school with this music<\/span>
\n‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme<\/span>
\nNow I lead a new school full of students<\/span>
\nMe? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-<\/span>
\n-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim<\/span>
\nInspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position<\/span>
\nTo meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’<\/span>
\nRoll Hall of Fame<\/span>
\nEven though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames<\/span>
\nOnly Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame<\/span>
\nOn the wall of shame<\/span>
\nYou fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames<\/span>
\nOff of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?<\/span>
\nLittle gay looking boy<\/span>
\nSo gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy<\/span>
\nYou witnessing a massacre<\/span>
\nLike you watching a church gathering take place looking boy<\/span>
\nOy vey, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say looking boy<\/span>
\nYou get a thumbs up, pat on the back<\/span>
\nAnd a way to go from your label everyday looking boy<\/span>
\nHey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?<\/span>
\nI got a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy<\/span>
\nI’mma work for everything I have<\/span>
\nNever ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy<\/span>
\nBasically boy you’re never gonna be capable<\/span>
\nTo keep up with the same pace looking boy<\/span>
\n‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God<\/span>
\nAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod<\/span>
\nThe way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar<\/span>
\nDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God<\/span>
\nKneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard<\/span>
\nSo you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent<\/span>
\nLet off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m totin’<\/span>
\nAnd I should not be woken<\/span>
\nI’m the walking dead, but I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating<\/span>
\nBut I got your mom deep throating<\/span>
\nI’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle<\/span>
\nI’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil<\/span>
\nIt’s me, my honesty’s brutal<\/span>
\nBut it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though<\/span>
\nFor good at least once in a while<\/span>
\nSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle<\/span>
\nEnough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times<\/span>
\nBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned<\/span>
\nRappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime<\/span>
\nI know there was a time where once I<\/span>
\nWas king of the underground, but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind<\/span>
\nSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine<\/span>
\nAppeal with the skin color of mine<\/span>
\nYou get too big and here they come trying to,<\/span>
\nCensor you like that one line I said on “I’m Back” from the Marshall Mathers LP<\/span>
\nOne where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine<\/span>
\nPut ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine<\/span>
\nSee if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’ve<\/span>
\nMorphed into an immortal coming through the portal<\/span>
\nYou’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though<\/span>
\nAnd I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for<\/span>
\nYou’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows<\/span>
\nYou’re like normal, fuck being normal<\/span>
\nAnd I just bought a new Raygun from the future<\/span>
\nTo just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad<\/span>
\n‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether\u2019s pad<\/span>
\nSingin’ to a man while they played piano<\/span>
\nMan, oh man, that was a 24\/7 special on the cable channel<\/span>
\nSo Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day<\/span>
\n“Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you”<\/span>
\nLyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)<\/span>
\nUh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I’m a human<\/span>
\nWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman<\/span>
\nInnovative and I’m made of rubber<\/span>
\nSo that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you<\/span>
\nI’m never stating, more than never demonstrating<\/span>
\nHow to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating<\/span>
\nNever fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting<\/span>
\nFor the day that they can say I fell off, they’d be celebrating<\/span>
\nCause I know the way to get ’em motivated<\/span>
\nI make elevating music, you make elevator music<\/span>
\nOh, he’s too mainstream<\/span>
\nWell, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it<\/span>
\nIt’s not hip hop, it’s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it<\/span>
\nWith rock, shock rap with Doc<\/span>
\nThrow on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it<\/span>
\nI don’t know how to make songs like that<\/span>
\nI don’t know what words to use<\/span>
\nLet me know when it occurs to you<\/span>
\nWhile I\u2019m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you<\/span>
\nIt\u2019s curtains, I\u2019m inadvertently hurtin’ you<\/span>
\nHow many verses I gotta murder to,<\/span>
\nProve that if you’re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!<\/span>
\nSchool flunkie, pill junky<\/span>
\nBut look at the accolades the skills brung me<\/span>
\nFull of myself, but still hungry<\/span>
\nI bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to<\/span>
\nAnd I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues<\/span>
\nBut it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you<\/span>
\nI’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat<\/span>
\nBumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky<\/span>
\nBut in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling<\/span>
\nAngels fight with devils, here’s what they want from me<\/span>
\nThey asking me to eliminate some of the women hate<\/span>
\nBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had<\/span>
\nThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation<\/span>
\nAnd understand the discrimination<\/span>
\nBut fuck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then<\/span>
\nBut if I can’t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?<\/span>
\nDon’t mistake it for Satan<\/span>
\nIt’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas<\/span>
\nAnd take a vacation to trip a broad<\/span>
\nAnd make her fall on her face and don’t be a retard<\/span>
\nBe a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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