Rap God

[Intro]
Eh, knowledge, nigga!
Uh-huh, aye, uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu!
Lawd!
Aye, aight let's do it
Aye, I’m finna go the fuck in
Please pay attention, please
Lawd!

[Chorus]
My confidence is low I am no rap god, rap god
Do whatever that I gotta do
I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard
I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-çades, fa-çades
There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker, Charles Manson, Manson

[Verse 1]
Now gimme the time, and I be blowing your mind
Yes I'm another lyricist, I was a cynical child
Now you need tons of venom and origin
Never really notice that my flow is fucking ridiculous
Picking the pitiful, never subliminal, seminal sinners
But I say, I'm a goddamn monster
Call me necrophiliac
I feel I'm on a level that most of these other niggas never really come close to
I hope you notice me, I spit it focusedly
This is my passion, devoted, I can't quit
I came in and conquered by constantly practicing
Passing these peons, they pleading for peace
I'm a beast and I treat all these beats like a feast
I don't eat with delusional idiots, so inconsiderate
Fuck!
Get it by yourself because nobody want to help
But when I’m reaching for the belt I keep it ringin' like a bell
But I can tell they wanted something faker, with makeup
I'm making amends for my sins with a hyphen
I break it like a hymen
When I spit then pay attention not to mention none of it
With a reel of caution
I'm living lawless, a nigga heartless
I'm fucking flawless
I want it all and I bet that I finna get it
I've been living like a suicidal patient
Pacing in my isolation
I can barely even think
So I've been giving the truth
Looking for some peace of mind
So can I get it from you
A negative type of do
No, I never had a crew

[Chorus]
My confidence is low, I am no rap god, rap god
Do whatever that I gotta do
I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard
I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-çades, fa-çades
There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson

[Verse 2]
You can hand me the torch, I be carrying that
I fell in love with the pain, I be marrying that
But if I take it from these niggas, I'm not giving it back
I figured the flow was kinda forming the voice of my own opinion
Dependin' if it was given by the nigga that you hear
Right now, right now
Got a positive aspect, a lyrical misfit
These motherfuckers hating but the style is convincing
I'm revving the engine
A little bit of patience
I pray that I have that
I rap fast and tap basses with the backlash
Fag ass, body was stashed inside a knapsack
Going up and down, my temperament is the NASDAQ
Abstract, never distract, I'm giving contact
Impact nigga attack you gotta send back
Bitch I'm independent but never signing a contract
Never understood why you motherfuckers would want that
Better get away from me before I give you a dirt nap
Hurling and hurting, concerning
I'm a surgeon with words and emergin'
To the sentence, I been livin' at my leisure
Leaving the leech, I proceed to the thesis
I wrote it from the bleachers, I hope they can see this
Living on the sideline, feeling like a genius
Tell me why the fuck you want to stop my creativity
You listen to this sound and you hearing something that's brand new
Murdering any instrumental homie that's I can do
Leave a negative comment, nigga why can't you
Give the same effort as me?
This shit is very difficult, it seems effortlessly
How I swerve from verse to pronoun profound slowdown
Gotta let me catch my breath, time to impress
This is my vocabulary—it's from A to Z and I'm actually accurate
Besting the cool to determine earnings
Fancy flow feeling great, happily I just keep living life like my mind never gets operations, perpetual question requestin'
Secretion tenacity
Usually using very vicious vision worry worship Xenon yelling yesterday with a zygote, Zulu with a xylophone
Don't you get to study what I do with a pen
And I bet you tripping, take the alphabet and turn it frenetic
I got' em frantic, bow to the spiritual figure like Pope Francis
Take it to the Vatican to sodomize the beat
And I bend it over the pew like a pedophilic priest
Sheesh!
A descendant of kings
No, I'm a pharaoh, that's part of Egyptian religion
That ended when Romans began to accept Christianity
I am omnipotent
Call me Osiris, the god of the afterlife
How I transitioned the regeneration that I resurrected
The message directed is truth for a liar, the way I am robbing
Distinctive attire, a crown on my head with the largest of feathers, I carry a crook and flail
If I fail it's a symbolic tale
A story I'm telling the King of the Living
My life, it was written on scrolls for the people
You step in my steeple to see sacrifices
I'm licensed to carry my pen like a firearm
Walk in a crowded building, I yell "fire"
And fire the weapon I brought in my trench coat
I'm detouring people away from the exit
I shepherd them into nefarious flurry of
Bullets bombarded so pardon my pace
If you cover your face, then you hit in the sternum
Never really giving you a chance with me
Huh, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)
But manually I shall make a critique
My apostrophes are so magnifique
Beseeching the people, I need your attention
I can not progress if I don't have a crowd
I've allowed all these evils inside of my life
Man I used to be sober, what happened to me?
And I used to work harder then what I do now?
I don't have self esteem, and I feel insecure
I'm unsure of the person I am, I'm in need of identity
Fairly sedated, I fade to my former self back in '09 when I knew that I needed help
Very depressed I was so isolated
Not leaving the house, I'm not feeling elated
I'd much rather go get a razor blade
No, I don't use it for shaving
I use it for saving myself from the stress
And attention I felt 'cause I thought that it'd help
I admit that I'm down and I am feeling lost
Lawd!

[Chorus]
My confidence is low I am no rap god, rap god
Do whatever that I gotta do
I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard
I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-çades, fa-çades
There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson

[Verse 3]
God, tell me why do I feel sick?
'Cause, son of a bitch, I stare in the mirror and cringe
Shit's getting worse, I need more medication
A mental vacation 'cause I can not take it
I'm holding my breath 'til I'm no longer breathing or seeing
I'm down to the ground and they call paramedics
No need for an ambulance, I have departed
To live in the clouds, I am finally free from the demons I have
Or man, should I say had? 'Cause now they in the past
And I can't reminisce I'm remiss, I insist that I used to feel bliss
Fuck that!
Trippin' on a motherfucker, bet I do it never knew it
I'm moving and grooving, you losing it's no illusion
Refusing to fucking work and I'm hurting to find a purpose
Concerned but never stopping, evading your positivity
The nepotism of a lyricist, my negativity is definitely innovative
I take it and make it mine
I redefine the line
I got a sword inside of Camelot, I'm striking by the underside
I said I never tell a lie
I put my fuckin' hand up on the Bible, let me testify
I rectify the situation amazin'
I'm taking my time when I kill this
Praying that you feel this
Everything is factual, I'm only spittin' real shit
Why won't they leave me alone?
"Homie, you're dope, I really fuck with your flow
Man, if we got on a record and did it together I'm sure that that shit 'finna blow"
You niggas are hoes, and personally, I'm composed
I practiced and practiced some more
These kids are a joke, they never studied the craft
Attempts that they giving are half of the ass of the women that they procrastinated with
I'm obsessive
With this my confessional shit
Like father won't you forgive me for all my sins
And I'm playing some EPMD
But the sermons I'm serving
I guess you can thank every Sermon
And Parrish for opening all of the doors
Mr. Mojo is Risin', that's off of the LA Woman album I am still bumpin'
So please do your research, and both of those references coming from different genres
I am astute in my ears, I'm a student of this
With the way that I studied for years
I don't have any peers
I appear and I'm peakin' inside of the minds of the mentally struggling
Far from enlightened
Decided to slice of the piece of the pie
No man, I want a dozen
Refuse to attribute to making you dumber
I don't have no melodies, this ain't melodic
I'm honest to say that I wish you abolish
These artists that started embellishing fallacies
Feeling like I should forgo to be militant
Missing the messages of Makaveli
Damn!
Guess you motherfuckers never really understood that I've been working at a pace
I know I need to take a break
These niggas say they got an issue with the talent I was given
But I do it with a passion, and nobody surpassing
You think you fucking with Knowledge, but really I am laughing
Take a little time for yourself, I know you gassed up
And I'ma leave you gasping for air
Yeah, goddamn, nigga, woo!

[Outro]
That's it! Rap God. That's it. I'm not a Rap God, this isn't better than Em's version, I'-I'm aware of that. Still kind of cool though. Uh, yea, if you didn't like this, do me a favor and find a duck dick... and suck that duck dick