Verse 2

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

Did nothing 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? 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–D.M.C., and induct them

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-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watching 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, 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" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything 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—

Chorus

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