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Starting at the very start of the song, before the first chorus. Also, this song has slurs in it. You can choose to either type the slur, or type the word “slur” instead.
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Hint
Answer
(Intro)
Look,
 
I
 
was
 
going
 
to
 
go
 
easy
 
on
 
you,
 
not
 
to
 
hurt
 
your
 
feelings,
 
But
 
I’m
 
only
 
going
 
to
 
get
 
this
 
one
 
chance.
 
Something’s
 
wrong,
 
I
 
can
 
feel
 
it.
 
It’s
 
just
 
a
 
feeling
 
I’ve
 
got,
 
Like
 
something’s
 
about
 
to
 
happen,
 
But
 
I
 
don’t
 
know
 
what.
 
If
 
that
 
means
 
what
 
I
 
think
 
it
 
means,
 
we’re
 
in
 
trouble.
 
Big
 
trouble.
 
And
 
if
 
he
 
is
 
as
 
bananas
 
as
 
you
 
say,
 
I’m
 
not
 
taking
 
any
 
chances.
 
You
 
are
 
just
 
what
 
the
 
doc
 
ordered.
(Chorus)
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?
 
They
 
say
 
I
 
rap
 
like
 
a
 
robot
 
so
 
call
 
me
 
Rapbot,
(Verse)
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
Hint
Answer
 
it
 
Got
 
a
 
fat
 
knot
 
from
 
that
 
rap
 
profit
 
Made
 
a
 
living
 
and
 
a
 
killing
 
off
 
it
 
ever
 
since
 
Bill
 
Clinton
 
was
 
still
 
in
 
office
 
with
 
Monica
 
Lewinsky
 
feeling
 
on
 
his
 
nutsack
 
I’m
 
an
 
MC,
 
just
 
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
 
same
 
exact
 
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
 
_____
 
and
 
crack
 
it
 
in
 
half.
 
Only
 
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
Hint
Answer
 
are
 
having
 
a
 
rough
 
time
 
period,
 
here’s
 
a
 
maxi
 
pad.
 
That
 
could
 
be
 
disasterously
 
bad,
 
for
 
the
 
wack
 
While
 
I’m
 
masterfully
 
constructin’
 
this
 
masterpiece
(Chorus)
I’m
 
beginning
 
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
 
maintaining
 
this
 
shit
 
ain’t
 
that
 
hard,
 
that
 
hard
 
Everybody
 
wants
 
the
 
key
 
and
 
the
 
secret
 
to
 
rap
 
immortality
 
like
 
I
 
have
 
got
(Verse)
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.
 
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?
 
I’m
 
a
 
product
 
of
 
Rakim,
 
Lakim
Hint
Answer
 
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
 
walk
 
in
 
a
 
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
 
_____
 
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
 
You're
 
witnessing
 
a
 
mass-occur
 
like
 
you're
 
watchin'
 
a
 
church
 
gathering
 
take
 
place,
 
lookin'
 
boy
 
"Oy
 
vey,
 
that
 
boy's
 
gay."
 
That's
 
all
 
they
 
say,
 
lookin'
 
boy.
 
You
 
get
 
a
 
thumbs
 
up,
 
a
 
pat
 
on
 
the
 
back
Hint
Answer
 
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"
 
from
 
Dre,
 
lookin'
 
boy
 
I'ma
 
work
 
for
 
everything
 
I
 
have,
 
never
 
asked
 
nobody
 
for
 
shit,
 
get
 
out
 
my
 
face,
 
lookin'
 
boy.
 
Basically,
 
boy,
 
you're
 
never
 
gonna
 
be
 
capable
 
of
 
keepin'
 
up
 
with
 
the
 
same
 
pace,
 
lookin'
 
boy,
 
cause
(Chorus)
I'm
 
beginning
 
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
 
_____
 
god
 
Kneel
 
before
 
General
 
Zod,
 
this
 
planet's
 
Krypton-
 
No,
 
Asgard,
 
Asgard
(Verse)
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'
Hint
Answer
 
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
 
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
 
the
 
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,
 
you
 
get
 
too
 
big
 
and
Hint
Answer
 
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
 
a
 
9
 
See
 
if
 
I
 
get
 
away
 
with
 
it
 
now
 
that
 
I
 
ain't
 
as
 
big
 
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
 
Fab
 
said
 
he
 
looked
 
like
 
a
 
_____
 
at
 
Mayweather's
 
pad
 
singin'
 
to
 
a
 
man
 
while
 
he
 
played
 
piano
 
Man,
 
oh
 
man,
 
that
 
was
 
a
 
24/7
Hint
Answer
 
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
(Fast part)
Uh,
 
summa
 
lumma
 
dumma
 
lumma
 
you
 
assumin'
 
I'm
 
a
 
human
 
What
 
I
 
gotta
 
do
 
to
 
get
 
it
 
through
 
to
 
you?
 
I'm
 
superhuman
 
Innovative
 
and
 
I'm
 
made
 
of
 
rubber
 
so
 
that
 
anything
 
you
 
say
 
is
 
ricochetin'
 
off
 
of
 
me
 
and
 
it'll
 
glue
 
to
 
you
 
I'm
 
devastatin'
 
more
 
than
 
ever
 
demonstratin'
 
how
 
to
 
give
 
a
 
motherfuckin'
 
audience
 
a
 
feeling
 
like
 
it's
 
levatatin'
 
never
 
fadin',
 
and
 
I
 
know
 
the
 
haters
 
are
 
forever
 
waitin'
 
for
 
the
 
day
 
that
 
they
 
can
 
say
 
I
 
fell
 
off,
 
they'll
 
be
 
celebrating
 
cause
 
I
 
know
 
the
 
way
 
to
 
get
 
em
 
motivated
 
I
 
make
 
elevatin'
 
music,
 
you
 
make
 
elevator
 
music
(No longer fast part)
"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
Hint
Answer
 
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."
 
Well,
 
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
Hint
Answer
 
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
 
asking
 
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
 
Take
 
a
 
trip
 
abroad
 
And
 
make
 
her
 
fall
 
on
 
her
 
face
 
and
 
Don't
 
be
 
a
 
_____
 
be
 
a
 
king?
 
Think
 
not.
 
Why
 
be
 
a
 
king
 
when
 
you
 
could
 
be
 
a
 
god?
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