Rap Game
002. D12 Lyrics


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The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily
You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since we smacked
And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'm a get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword of Cincy
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay
Upsay my ipnay, 'scuse my ickpay, addelay
But uckfay the rap game

This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game

I wouldn't want to be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I'm a rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'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 life
I lived to this wise, speak on what I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
But no shorts 'cause I'm mean say this is whack

I walk in that party and just start bussin'
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me want to blast the chrome
To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic
They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften what happened

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Make makin' millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 'cause you need the police to believe me

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, we street niggas twistin' the words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cause Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common
But ask this band with gasoline chan
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
But to draw on the ground with the form and the pound
Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (this rap game)

I'm too fuckin' retarded
I don't give a fuck about my dick
That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbit
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin' twenty below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"

This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game




I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game

Overall Meaning

The song "Rap Game" by D12 is a commentary on the music industry, particularly the rap game – an industry that can be cutthroat and unforgiving. The lyrics embody the idea that rappers must be willing to sell their soul to make it, and that the rap game will "fuck you up". The song speaks to the fact that hip hop is more than just a genre of music; it's a lifestyle and a culture that can't be learned in any history book. The verses are delivered by different members of D12, showcasing their skill as individual rappers and their unity as a group.


The first and second verses are delivered by Kuniva and Bizarre, respectively. Kuniva's verse includes references to horror movie director Wes Craven and the legendary monster Godzilla, emphasizing his violent and disruptive persona as a rapper. Bizarre, on the other hand, takes a more political stance, referencing former Vice President Dick Cheney and the White House. His verse also includes a profane insult aimed at Cheney and First Lady Laura Bush. He goes on to mention his distaste for the government, rapping about his willingness to fight back against the system.


The third verse is delivered by Proof, who died in 2006. His verse contains an intricate rhyme scheme and references several hip-hop classics, including KRS-One's "Self Destruction". He also mentions his friendship with Shyne, a rapper serving time in prison at the time of the song's release. Proof ends his verse by declaring that D12 is in control of the rap game and that he is willing to battle with anyone for the throne.


The song's chorus, delivered by Eminem, is simple but effective. It declares that the members of D12 are unwilling to sell their souls or dig any holes for the rap game – they will rap on their own terms and refuse to compromise their beliefs.


Overall, "Rap Game" is a powerful and biting commentary on the rap industry. It showcases D12's unique style and lyrical skill while also highlighting their refusal to conform to the expectations of the genre.


Line by Line Meaning

The rap game, hip-hop 101
The rap game is an introductory course to the world of hip-hop


The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
Being a rapper is a demanding and challenging job


You can't learn this shit in no history book
The knowledge and skills required for this profession are not taught in traditional academic settings


You ready to rap motherfucker?
Are you prepared to become a rapper?


You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
Are you willing to sacrifice your integrity and moral values for success in the rap game?


The rap game will fuck you up
The rap game can have detrimental effects on your well-being and mental state


I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
I am a disturbed individual, and your actions have contributed to my madness


You shoulda slayed me as a baby
It would have been better if you had killed me when I was a baby


Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
Engaging in more deceitful and sinister actions than the famous horror film director Wes Craven


And you ain't even gotta pay me
I derive satisfaction from causing harm without any financial compensation


I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily
I derive joy from defeating and overpowering my adversaries on a daily basis


You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
If you confront me, you will quickly collapse in defeat


I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
I have never made mistakes that would prevent me from beating you up


You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
I can break your neck using only my hands, disregarding the significance of music


Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
Is he rapping? It might sound good, but don't mistake it for something significant


What happens, these dudes get rude then I lose it
When these individuals disrespect me, I lose control and become enraged


I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
I am unpredictable and notorious, capable of eliminating you and your associates


With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga
I possess a firearm that is larger in size than Godzilla's back


You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects
You are not more authentic, in reality, you will suffer the consequences


Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since we smacked
Similar to the effects caused by a crack dealer, I am the one who influences the presidents and their decisions


And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
Obtaining a Mack 10 firearm grants me power and influence, rendering my rapping unnecessary


But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Although I appreciate my current situation, do not misunderstand my race


Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
If you cross me, you will end up dead and decomposing in the trunk of a Cadillac


I'm a get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I might get attacked or killed because I haven't expressed myself sufficiently


I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
I remain silent when the White House engages in destructive actions


When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out
I would take pleasure in witnessing the assassination of Dick Cheney's lesbian daughter


Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
Your life will come to an end, goodbye


Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Consider and accept the harsh reality of the situation


Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
Reflect on the current situation as the excitement and attention has faded


That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
I am not afraid to break into the Oval Office at this very moment


And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I will turn everything that is not secured into chaos and disarray


I'm all for America, fuck the government
I support the nation, but I am against the corrupt and oppressive government


Tell that seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick
Deliver my message to Laura Bush, and disrespectfully ask her to perform a sexual act


Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Expressing anger and frustration towards an individual who has avoided confrontation


Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
If you remove my firearm, I will find other means to defend myself


Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
You cannot educate me about the deceptive tactics employed in this industry


Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
I possess a switchblade, capable of swiftly altering from one blade to another


And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
I have the ability to switch between a six-inch blade and a much larger sixteen-inch blade


Shit's like a samurai sword of Cincy
The impact and influence of my switchblade is comparable to a samurai sword from Cincinnati


Shit just don't change to this day
Despite the passage of time, things remain unchanged in this regard


I'm this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay
I remain true to my nature, still expressing my thoughts in a pig latin code


'Scuse my ickpay, addelay
Please forgive my pig latin, I'm just having fun with it


But uckfay the rap game
But to hell with the rap game, I have grown disillusioned with it


I wouldn't want to be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity
I would not want to be consumed by my own moral shortcomings


But fucked that I'm a rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
Regardless of my concerns, I will continue to rap until everyone grows tired of my presence


And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
I will assert my dominance and retaliate against anyone who criticizes or provokes me


I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I am selecting a strong breed of dog to fend off any canines that are sent to attack me


I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
You individuals do not understand who we truly are, so stop pretending


If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
If I am financially struggling, I will resort to burglary and invade your residence


You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
You know, it's the same actions that every black man has undertaken in his life


I lived to this wise, speak on what I want when I write
I have gained wisdom through my experiences and express whatever I desire through my writing


So why should I ever fear another man
So why should I ever be afraid of another individual?


If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
If he has the same vulnerabilities as me, such as bleeding and urinating, why should I consider him a threat?


OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
Fine, you can claim that we cannot rap


But no shorts 'cause I'm mean say this is whack
But don't underestimate me because I will firmly state that this is garbage


I walk in that party and just start bussin'
I enter the party and immediately start firing my weapon


Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
As soon as the final verse of the song "Self Destruction" concludes


This liquor makes me want to blast the chrome
This alcoholic beverage intensifies my desire to shoot my gun


To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I will use the sound of gunshots to announce and inform you, just like Morris Day and Jerome from "The Time"


I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
I am deceitful and sneaky, immediately summoning Swifty (a fellow rapper) for assistance


To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
To perform a drive-by shooting using a bicycle with ten gears and a .50 caliber weapon


Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
Are you feeling fortunate? Then prepare for the consequences


I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
I will confront you outside of a child-friendly establishment called Chuckie Cheese


With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
With your child present, your situation will turn out unfavorably


My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic
My way of life is unpredictable and chaotic, I am addicted to partying


They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
Considering that fighting is prohibited in the club, I brought a semi-automatic firearm for protection


Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Causing disturbances and chaos, I attack individuals swiftly and unexpectedly, like a rabbit


Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften what happened
Taking drugs and using firearms to cope with the consequences of my actions


Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Trust me, we dominate and control the rap industry, without a doubt


Make makin' millions look easy
We make the process of earning millions of dollars seem effortless


Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
I am constantly present and my influence can be felt everywhere you go


Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3D
Do not doubt my capabilities, or else you might perceive my gun pointed at you in three dimensions


No time to call a peace treaty
There is no time to negotiate a peace agreement


Dial 911 'cause you need the police to believe me
Call emergency services because you require the police to acknowledge and validate my credibility


I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
I arrogantly remove the chalk from the sidewalk and urinate on the curb


This is absurd, we street niggas twistin' the words
This situation is ridiculous, we, the individuals from the streets, manipulate and distort language


We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
We have reached a point where we can bid farewell to the mainstream Hollywood culture


Cause Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common
Proof and Shyne, two rappers, have nothing significant in common


But ask this band with gasoline chan
However, ask this group of individuals armed with gasoline cans


We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
We never submit or surrender to temporary success


No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
I have no regrets, disregard your reputation and status


Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
My actions go beyond mere applause when I attack all of you


But to draw on the ground with the form and the pound
Instead, I will draw shapes on the ground using my gun and bullets


Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
Immediately after, I will leave town before law enforcement arrives


So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
We can engage in a verbal rap battle or a physical battle using guns


Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (this rap game)
In fact, we can compete for achievements and accolades within the rap game


I'm too fuckin' retarded
I am extremely foolish or mentally impaired


I don't give a fuck about my dick
I do not care about my own penis


That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbit
That is why I am in a relationship with Lorraina Bobbit, known for severing her husband's penis


My crew had an argument, who was the largest
My group of associates had a dispute about who was the most influential or significant


Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Now they are all deceased, and I am pursuing a solo career


Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Moreover, I produced all the instrumentals and composed all the lyrics myself


Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
Well, that is not entirely true, but I claim to have done so based on the terms of my contract


I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
I was abandoned in a snowy area with no direction or destination


Freezin' twenty below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
Experiencing freezing temperatures of twenty degrees below zero, I was compelled to join the musical group Bel Biv Devoe


My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
My young daughter should not be exposed to these explicit and provocative lyrics


That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
That is why I affixed her headphones to her ears to ensure that she listens to something different


If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
If my career in rap does not succeed, I plan to form a musical group with country artist Garth Brooks


Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"
Laughing sarcastically, I would say "Look" to emphasize the absurdity of the situation


This rap game, this rap game
Referring to the current state of the rap industry


I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I refuse to compromise my integrity and values for success in the rap game


And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
I am not willing to get myself into trouble or risk my well-being for this rap game


Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
I am earnestly informing you that it will not occur


This rap game, this rap game
Referring to the rap industry once again




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Von M Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter

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@sebjesced

@Holy Saint Of Allah I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
‘Cause Proof and Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common
The nastiest band with gats in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse; fuck your stature, dog!
Nothing to do with hands when I clap at y'all
Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact we can battle for plaques theyres his bars



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@AHMAD16249

D12 - Rap Game (feat. 50 Cent)
0:37 - Swifty McVay
1:18 - Eminem
2:27 - Kon Artis
2:59 - Kuniva
3:28 - 50 Cent
3:48 - Proof
4:20 - Bizarre

@231994C

McVay is heavily underrated. All his verses are insane.

@M3rk420

@@231994C yeah. His entire portion of this song is so fucking sick.

@obinator9065

@@M3rk420 shit on you and purple pills too. The dude is vicious lol

@donaldtshabalala7260

swifty though

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I love you

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