Rap Game Lyrics – Eminem
D12 express their feelings about the rap industry, and all of the controversy, and hardship that comes along with the Rap Game.
| Song Name : | Rap Game |
| Album / Movie : | Get the Guns |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
The rap game, hip-hop 101The hardest nine to five you’ll ever haveYou can’t learn this shit in no history bookYou ready to rap, motherfucker?You ready to sell your soul? HahahaThe rap game will fuck you up
I’m a disrupted nigga, you made me crazyYou shoulda slayed me as a babyBehavin’ shadier than Wes CravenAnd you ain’t even gotta pay meI take pleasure of laying a nigga down dailyYou face me, drunk or sober, you’ll faint fastI’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your assYou’ll neck’ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck musicIs he rappin’? It’s cool but fools, just don’t confuse itWhat happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose itI’m scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlasWith a gat that’s bigger than Godzilla’s back, niggaYou are not real and in fact, you’ll feel the effectOf a crack dealer, y’all president sends me smackAnd got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain’t gotta rapBut I’m thankful for that, don’t mistakin’ me, blackOr you’ll be stankin’ in the back of a fuckin’ Cadillac
I’ma get snuffed, ’cause I ain’t said enough to pipe downI’ll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped outWhen I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped outLights out, bitch, adios, goodnightNow put that in your little pipe and bite downThink for a minute ’cause the hype has died downThat I won’t go up in the Oval Office right nowAnd flip whatever ain’t tied down upside downI’m all for America, fuck the governmentTell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dickMotherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitchTake away my gun, I’m gonna tuck some other shitCan’t tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitchblade with a little switch that switch bladesAnd switch from a six to a sixteen inch bladeShit’s like a samurai sword, a sensaiShit just don’t change to this dayI’m this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bayUck-say my ick-day, ‘scuse my ig-pay atin-layBut uck-fay you ig-pay (50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap gameMan, I’m tellin’ you, no, it ain’t happening (woo)This rap game, this rap gameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap gameI ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you’d rather me drink and drown in my own inequityBut fuck that, I’ma rap ’til y’all all get sick of meAnd clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at meA pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on meI’m sayin’ you motherfuckers don’t know us, quit playin’If I’m broke, then I’m breakin’ up in the place where you layin’You know, same shit every nigga done in his lifeI lived it, that’s why I speak on what I want when I writeSo why should I ever fear another manIf he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?OK, you win, you can say we can’t rapBut no Source never made me not buy an albumWhen they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin’Right after I hear the last verse of “Self Destruction”This liquor makes me wanna blast the chromeTo let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)I’m low down and shifty, quickly call SwiftyTo do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50Ya feelin’ lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuck E. CheeseWith your seed, you’ll be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable, a partyin’ addictThey said no fightin’ in the club so I brought me a ‘maticCoughin’ and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPoppin’ the tablet and guns to saw you in half with
Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo’ sheezyMake makin’ millions look easy (yeah)Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear meBelieve me, before you see my pistol in 3-DNo time to call a peace treatyDial 911, ’cause you need thePolice to help you, believe me
I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurd, these street niggas twistin’ my wordsWe finally could say goodbye to Hollywood‘Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin’ in commonThe nastiest band with gas in each handWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse, fuck your stature, dogNothin’ to do with hands when I clap at y’allI’ll put your jaw on the ground with the four and the poundThen I’m gone outta town ‘fore the law come aroundSo we can battle with raps, we can battle with gatsMatter of fact, we can battle for plaques (this rap game)
I’m too fuckin’ retardedI don’t give a fuck about my dickThat’s why I’m datin’ Lorena BobbetMy group had an argument, who was the largestNow they all is dead and I’m rollin’ as a solo artistPlus I made the beats and wrote all the rapsWell, I really didn’t, but I did accordin’ to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezin’ 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv DevoeMy little girl, she shouldn’t listen to these lyricsThat’s why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap don’t work, I’m startin’ a group with Garth BrooksHahaha, 50, sing the hook
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap gameMan, I’m tellin’ you, no, it ain’t happening (woo)This rap game, this rap gameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this rap gameI ain’t diggin’ no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game (yeah)