Artist: K.A.A.N. Album: Rap God (S) Song: Rap God Rmx Typed by: AZ Lyrics 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" 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 killin' 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 leavin' 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 fuckin' 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 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 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 Risin', that's off the LA Woman album I am still bumpin' 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 peakin' 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