Rap God Lyrics With Hindi Meaning

Rap God Lyrics, “Rap God” by Eminem is the ninth track on The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Deluxe Edition). Produced by Eminem himself alongside DVLP, this iconic song showcases Eminem’s lyrical prowess and rapid-fire delivery, solidifying his status as one of the greatest wordsmiths in hip-hop history. With its intricate rhyme schemes and lightning-fast verses, “Rap God lyrics” is a testament to Eminem’s unparalleled skill and influence in the rap genre.

Rap God Lyrics

Look I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only goin’ to give (six minutes) this one chance (six minutes)
Something’s wrong (six minutes), I can feel it (six minutes)
It’s just (Slim Shady, you’re on) a feelin’ I’ve got (on)
Like somethin”s about to happen (on)

But I don’t know what (six minutes, for six-)
If that means what I think it means (six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
We’re in trouble, big trouble (on)
And if he is as bananas as you say (on)
I’m not takin’ any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I’m beginnin’ to feel like a rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin’ and a killin’ off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack
I’m an MC, still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill ’em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match
With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’
Backpack, rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
While I’m practicin’ that
I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
That could bleed disastrously bad, for the wack
While I’m masterfully constructin’ this masterpiece (yeah)

‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality
Like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful, the blueprint’s
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
And did nothin’ but shoot for the moon since (pew!)
MCs get taken to school with this music
‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to “Bus the rhyme”
Now I lead a new school full of students, me?

Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Run-DMC, induct him
Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I’ll walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the
Alcohol of fame, on the wall of (shame)
You fags think it’s all a game, ’til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’?

Little gay-lookin’ boy, so gay, I can barely say it with
A straight face, lookin’ boy (ha)
You’re witnessin’ a mass-occur, like you’re watchin’ a church gatherin’
Take place, lookin’ boy
“Oy vey, that boy’s gay, ” that’s all
They say, lookin’ boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a “Way to go” from your label
Every day, lookin’ boy

Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy?
I get a, “Hell, yeah” (hell, yeah) from Dre, lookin’ boy
I’ma work for him, everythin’ I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin’ boy
Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause

I’m beginnin’ to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod, this planet’s Krypton-
No, Asgard, Asgard

So, you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin
You rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloadin’
Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head
A zombie floatin’
But I got your mom deep-throatin’

I’m out my Ramen Noodle, we have nothin’ in common, poodle
I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though
For good, at least once in a while, so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch, I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case
‘Cause even you unsigned rappers
Are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I was king of the underground

But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine and
You get too big and here they come tryin’ to
Censor you like that one line I said
On “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP

One when I tried to say I’ll
Take seven kids from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and 99
See if I get away with it now
That I ain’t as big (now) as I was, but I’m

Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don’t know what the fuck
That you rhyme for, you’re pointless as Rapunzel
With fuckin’ cornrows
You write normal? Fuck bein’ normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Math said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad
Singin’ to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special
On the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day
“Hey Fab, I’ma kill you”
Lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin’ I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I’m superhuman
I’m innovative and I’m made of rubber so that anythin’
You say is ricochetin’ off of me, and it’ll glue to you and
I’m devastatin’, more than ever demonstratin’
How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feelin’ like it’s levitatin’
Never fadin’, and I know the haters are forever waitin’
For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebratin’

‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
I make elevatin’ music, you make elevator music
“Oh, he’s too mainstream”
Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
“It’s not hip-hop, it’s pop”
‘Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on “Lose Yourself” and make ’em lose it

“I don’t know how to make songs like that
I don’t know what words to use”
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m rippin’ any one of these verses that versus you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice your songs
You could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself ’cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I’m a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues

But it’s still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you, I’m drunk
So, Satan, take the fuckin’ wheel, I’ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin’ Heavy D and the Boyz, still “Chunky but Funky”
But in my head, there’s somethin’ I can feel
Tuggin’ and strugglin’, angels fight with devils and
Here’s what they want from me

They’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
To the situation, understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life’s handin’ you lemons?
Make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake, then?

Don’t mistake him for (Satan)
It’s a fatal mistake if you think
I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don’t be a retard
Be a king, think not
Why be a king
When you can be a god?

Rap God Lyrics meaning in Hindi (Hinglish)

Dekh, main tujhe pareshan nhi karna chahta tha, tere feelings ko hurt na karun ye maine chaha
Lekin main sirf (chhe minute) is ek mauke ko dunga (chhe minute)
Kuch gadbad hai (chhe minute), mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai (chhe minute)
Bas (Slim Shady, tum par) ek mehsoos hai mujhe (par)
Jaise kuch hone wala hai (par)

Lekin main nahi jaanta ki yah kya hai (chhe minute, chhe-)
Agar yah wahi hai jo mujhe lagta hai (chhe minute, Slim Shady, tum par)
Hum mushkil me hain, badi mushkil (par)
Aur agar vah tumhare kahne ke mutabik kela hai (par)
To main koi chance nahi lunga

Tu wahi hai jo doctor ne manga tha

Main ab ek rap bhagwan ki tarah mahsus karne laga hoon
Meri saari janta aage se peeche tak nod kar rahi hai, peeche nod kar rahi hai
Ab, kaun sochta hai unka bhaun itna bada hai ki thappad mar sake, thappad mar sake?
Unhone kaha main robot ki tarah rap karta hoon, isliye mujhe Rapbot bulao
Lekin mere liye rap karna ek computer ki tarah, yah mere genes me hona chahiye
Mere peeche ek laptop hai

Mera pen jab main use adha cock karta hoon, tab wah chal jata hai
Rap se kafi paisa kamaya
Bill Clinton abhi bhi office me the
Monica Lewinsky ne unke kaju ko mahsoos kiya
Main ek MC hoon, ab bhi sachcha hoon
Lekin ganda aur anasheel bhi hoon
Syllables, skill-a-holic (unhe sab maar do)

Yah flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
Tum sach mein ek pissin’ match me nahi jana chahte
Is rappity brat ke saath, jo Ac ke peeche ek MAC ko pack kar raha hai
School bag, rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
Aur ek saath hi main yeh lyrical acrobat stunts koshish kar raha hoon
Jab main use adha cock karta hoon
Main phir bhi ek table tod sakta hoon

Pata chala ki yah vironic tha ki main Aftermath ke liye sign hua tha baad me
Main kaise nahi phod sakta? Mera kaam sirf F-bombs giraana hai
Rappers ko mushkil samay ka samay hai, yahaan ek maxi pad hai
Jisse wack log bura ho sakte hain
Jab main is masterpiece ko banata hoon (haan)

Kyonki main ek rap bhagwan ki tarah mahsus karne laga hoon
Meri saari janta aage se peeche tak nod kar rahi hai, peeche nod kar rahi hai
Ab, kaun sochta hai unka bhaun itna bada hai ki thappad mar sake, thappad mar sake?
Chalo main dikhata hoon ki yeh chhezein karna mushkil nahi hai
Har koi chabi aur raaz chaahta hai rap amarata ke
Mujhe jo hai

Acha, sacchai me blueprint
Bas gussa aur jawan utsah
Har koi ek pareshani ke liye rooting karta hai
Prithvi par girna ek asteroid ki tarah tha
MCs is sangeet ke saath school le jaate hain
Kyonki main use ek “Bus the rhyme” ke roop me istemal karta hoon
Ab main ek naye school ko chatrao se bhara hua lekar chal raha hoon, main?

Main? Main Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ka utpadan hoon
N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, dhanyavad, unhone Slim ko mil gaya
Prerit hone ka paryas ek din bada
Blow up aur ek aise sthiti me aane ka
Jahan Run-DMC se mile, unhe shaamil karein
Motherfuckin’ Rock aur Roll Hall of Fame me

Mujhe kuchh bhi karne ki zarurat nahi hai
Main Ramen Noodle se bahar hoon, hamare beech kuchh bhi nahi hai
Main ek Doberman hoon, apne aapko arm mein pin karo aur salaam karo, student
Yah main hoon, meri sachchai karwahat hai
Lekin yah sachchai nirarthak hai agar main apne kaam ka upayog nahi karta
Achchhe ke liye, kam se kam kabhi kabhi to main yah dekhna chahta hoon
Kahin is chicken scratch me, main kuchh likh sakta hoon

Kaafi saare rhymes, shayad kuchh logon ko mushkil samay se guzarne me madad karne ki koshish karni chahiye
Lekin mujhe kuchh punchlines bachaye rakhne ki zarurat hai, bas agar
Kyonki tum bhi unsigned rappers
Mujhe dekh kar bhookhe ho jaise ki lunchtime hai
Main jaanta hoon ki ek samay tha jab main underground ka raja tha

Lekin main ab bhi apni Pharoahe Monch grind par rap karta hoon
To main crunch rhymes karta hoon, lekin kabhi kabhi jab tum apni appeal ko
Mere chamdi ke rang ke saath milaate ho, aur
Tum bahut bade ho jaate ho aur phir yahaan aate ho koshish karne ki
Tumhe kaise lagta hai?

Chhota gay-lookin’ ladka, itna gay ki main seedha face se bol nahi sakta
Tu ek mass-occur ko dekh raha hai, jaise ki tu ek church gatherin’ ko dekh raha hai
Hota hai, dekhte hue ladke
“Oy vey, woh ladka gay hai,” bas
Unka kehna hai, dekhte hue ladke
Tu ek thumbs up, peeth par haath ka dhakka aur “Bahut achha kiya” milta hai apne label se
Roz, dekhte hue ladke

Hey, dekhte hue ladke! Tum kya keh rahe ho, dekhte hue ladke?
Main ek,

“haan,” (haan) Dr. se milta hoon, dekhte hue ladke
Main unke liye kaam karoonga, mujhe kisi se bhi kuchh nahi manga
Mujhe apne chehre se bahar niklo, dekhte hue ladke
Main ek Doberman hoon, apne aapko arm mein pin karo aur salaam karo, student
Yah main hoon, meri sachchai karwahat hai

Lekin yah sachchai nirarthak hai agar main apne kaam ka upayog nahi karta
Achchhe ke liye, kam se kam kabhi kabhi to main yah dekhna chahta hoon
Kahin is chicken scratch me, main kuchh likh sakta hoon
Bahut saare rhymes
Shayad kuchh logon ko mushkil samay se guzarne me madad karne ki koshish karni chahiye

Lekin mujhe kuchh punchlines bachaye rakhne ki zarurat hai, bas agar
Kyonki tum bhi unsigned rappers
Mujhe dekh kar bhookhe ho jaise ki lunchtime hai
Main jaanta hoon ki ek samay tha jab main underground ka raja tha

Lekin main ab bhi apni Pharoahe Monch grind par rap karta hoon
To main crunch rhymes karta hoon, lekin kabhi kabhi jab tum apni appeal ko
Mere chamdi ke rang ke saath milaate ho, aur
Tum bahut bade ho jaate ho aur phir yahaan aate ho koshish karne ki
Tumhe kaise lagta hai?

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