Rap God Rmx

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 killing 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
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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 ringing 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 killing 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 emerging to the sentence, I been living 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 requesting
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"
And fire the weapon I brought in my trench coat
I'm detouring people away from the exit
I sheppard 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
Hu, [?]
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 a [?] when that I knew 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 am feeling lost
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 killing but I keep it real, no fuck sauce, fuck sauce
There ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson

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
They leaving the cots, 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!
Tripping 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'm taking [?]
Redefine the line
I got a sword inside Camelot, I'm striking by the underside
I said I never tell a lie
I put my fucking hand up on the bible let me testify
I rectify the situation
Amazed and I'm taking my time when I kill this
Praying you feel this
Everything is factual I'm only spitting 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 they giving are half of ass of women [?]
Procrastinated when I'm obsessive
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 Rising, that's off the LA Woman album I am still bumping
So please do your research, and both those references coming from different genres
I am astute in my ears, I'm a student of this
With the way I studied for years
I don't have any peers
I appear and I'm peaking inside of the minds of the mentally struggling
Far from enlightened
The [?] 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 I got an issue with the talent I was given
But I do it with a passion, and nobody surpassing
You think you fucking with Knawledge, but really I am laughing
Take a little time for yourself I will leave you gasping
And I will be leaving you gasping for air
Yea, God damn nigga woo!

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