rap god rmx

Singer:k.a.a.n.

eh

nawledge

nigga!

uhu

aye

uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu!

lawd!

aye

aight let's do it

aye

let's finna go the fuck in

please pay attention

please

lawd!

my confidence is low i am no rap god

rap god

do whatever i gotta do i guarantee it isn't that hard

that hard

i gotta get better and killin' but i keep it real

no fuck sauce

fuck sauce

there ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker

charles manson

manson

now gimme the time

and i be blowing your mind

yes i'm another lyricist

i was a cynical child

you 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 niggas never really come close to

i hope you notice me

i spit it focused-ly

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 delusion or witty it's so inconsiderate

fuck!

get it by yourself because nobody want to help

but when i'm reaching for the bell to keep it ringin' like a bell

but i can tell they wanted something faker

with make-up

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

with a caution

i'm living lawless

a nigga heartless

i'm fucking flawless

i want it all and i bet 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

my confidence is low i am no rap god

rap god

do whatever i gotta do

i guarantee it isn't that hard

that hard

i gotta get better and killin' but i keep it real

no fuck sauce

fuck sauce

there ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker charles manson

manson

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

depending 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 silence 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

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 warn that

better get away from me before i give you a dirt nap

concerning

i'm a surgeon with words and emergin' to the sentence

i been livin' at my leisure

i precede 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 a can do

leave a negative comment

nigga why can't you give the same effort 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 its from a to z and i'm actually accurate

besting the cool to deter earnest earnings

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 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 gott'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

a story i'm telling the king of the living

my life it was written on skulls full of 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"

Lyric Context: rap god rmx - k.a.a.n.