Rap Game
Eminem 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 laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your 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 and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your 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 C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherfucker 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 that switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
But uck-fay you ig-pay (50)

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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, no, it ain't happening (woo)
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 (yeah)

I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and 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 it, that's why I 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 Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack

I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me wanna 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 Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed, you'll be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
Coughin' and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns to saw you in half with

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

I snatch the tongue 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 Sean Penn share nothin' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I'll 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 (this rap game)

I'm too fuckin' retarded
I don't give a fuck about my dick
That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbet
My group had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I'm rollin' as a solo artist
Plus I made 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' 20 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
Hahaha, 50, sing the hook

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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, no, it ain't happening (woo)
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 (yeah)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem D12's song "Rap Game" describe the harsh realities of the music industry, specifically the rap game. The opening lines outline the intensity and difficulty of pursuing a career in hip-hop, stating that it's "the hardest nine to five you'll ever have." The lyrics go on to suggest that this type of knowledge cannot be learned in a history book, and that if you want to enter the rap game, you need to be ready to sell your soul.


As the song progresses, Eminem's verses reveal his frustration with the industry and the people in it. He raps about being a "disrupted nigga" and how the rap game has made him crazy. He also suggests that people are not true to themselves in the industry, with lines like "you are not real, and in fact, you'll feel the effect of a crack dealer." Ultimately, the song warns aspiring artists that the rap game will fuck them up, and that they should be prepared for the harsh realities of the music industry if they want to succeed.


Line by Line Meaning

The rap game, hip-hop 101
The world of rap music, a fundamental lesson in hip-hop culture


The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
It's a challenging profession that requires constant effort and dedication


You can't learn this shit in no history book
This knowledge and experience can't be obtained from traditional education


You ready to rap, motherfucker?
Are you prepared to become a rapper and face the challenges that come with it?


You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
Are you willing to compromise your values and integrity for success in the industry?


The rap game will fuck you up
The rap industry can be destructive and damaging to those involved


I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
I'm a troubled 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
I'm acting more suspicious and deceptive than a horror movie director


And you ain't even gotta pay me
I'll cause harm and chaos without requiring any compensation


I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
I enjoy defeating and overpowering my opponents on a daily basis


You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint fast
Whether you confront me while intoxicated or sober, you'll quickly lose consciousness


I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
I'm always in a state of mind where I can defeat you physically


You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
I can easily break your neck with my hands, regardless of your musical talent


Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
If you think I'm just rapping, that's fine, but don't underestimate my true intentions


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


I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
I'm notorious and will harm your children without hesitation


With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
I possess a firearm larger than the legendary monster, Godzilla


You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
You lack authenticity, and as a result, you will face the consequences


Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
The president indirectly supports the drug trade, supplying me with drugs


And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
I have a powerful weapon, so I don't need to rely on my rap skills


But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
I appreciate my circumstances, but don't misunderstand my intentions


Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
Otherwise, you will end up dead and left in the trunk of a Cadillac


I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'm at risk of being attacked because I haven't silenced myself


I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
I'll remain quiet when the injustices and corruption are eradicated


When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
When I witness a disrespectful individual meet a deadly end


Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
I'm prepared to eliminate you, leaving you in darkness and bidding you farewell


Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Consider and contemplate my words before you respond


Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
Take a moment to reflect because the excitement and attention have diminished


That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
That I'm not willing to confront those in power, particularly the President, at this moment


And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I will cause chaos and disrupt anything that isn't securely fixed in its place


I'm all for America, fuck the government
I support the country but detest the actions and policies of the government


Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Convey an offensive message to C. Delores Tucker, insulting her and dismissing her beliefs


Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Someone evaded or avoided me, which is infuriating


Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
If my firearm is confiscated, I'll find alternative weapons to carry


Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
You can't educate me about the tactics and strategies of this profession


Switchblade with a little switch that switch blades
I possess a switchblade with a mechanism that enables the switching of blades


And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
The blade length can be adjusted from a six-inch to a sixteen-inch blade


Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
The weapon is similar to a samurai sword, wielded by a skilled teacher


Shit just don't change to this day
These circumstances remain constant up to the present day


I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
I haven't changed, and I can still fool that stupid bitch


Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
Disregard my vulgar language, excuse my pig Latin


But uck-fay you ig-pay (50)
But fuck you, pig (50 Cent)


I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
You would prefer me to suffer and self-destruct due to my flaws and vices


But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
Regardless, I will continue rapping until everyone becomes tired of me


And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
I'll assert my dominance and retaliate against those who provoke me


A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm a ferocious and aggressive threat, disregarding the dogs you send after me


I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
You don't understand me and my crew, so stop pretending


If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
If I'm financially struggling, I'll resort to burglary at your residence


You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
It's the typical actions and experiences of every individual in similar circumstances


I lived it, that's why I speak on what I want when I write
I have firsthand experience, which gives me the authority to express my thoughts and desires in my lyrics


So why should I ever fear another man
I have no reason to be afraid of another person


If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
If he's just as human as I am, susceptible to pain and vulnerability, why should I be intimidated?


OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
Fine, you can claim that we can't excel in rap music


But no Source never made me not buy an album
Negative reviews from a music magazine like The Source didn't deter me from purchasing an album


When they said it was wack
Even when they criticized and called it bad music


I walk in the party and just start bustin'
I enter a social gathering and immediately begin shooting


Right after I hear the last verse of 'Self Destruction'
Once the final verse of the song 'Self Destruction' is played, I commence my violent actions


This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
Alcohol fuels my desire to shoot my gun


To let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I use violence to assert my dominance, just like the band The Time without key members Morris Day and Jerome


I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
I'm deceitful and cunning, so I immediately contact my associate Swifty


To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
We plan to carry out a shooting from a bicycle with ten speeds while with 50 Cent


Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
Do you think you're fortunate? Well, I'll pull the trigger


I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
I'll find you outside a family restaurant called Chuck E. Cheese


With your seed, you'll be an unlucky G
If you're with your child, you'll face unfortunate consequences


My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
My life is chaotic and filled with excessive partying and addiction


They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
The club has a rule against fighting, so I brought my firearm instead


Coughin' and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Amidst chaos and confrontation, I attack individuals quickly and unexpectedly, like a rabbit


Poppin' the tablet and guns to saw you in half with
I consume drugs and possess firearms with the intention of causing severe harm


Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy
Trust me, we dominate and control the rap music industry


Make makin' millions look easy (yeah)
We effortlessly achieve success and accumulate vast amounts of money


Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me
I am constantly present and influential wherever you go


Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
Consider the repercussions before witnessing my gun in three dimensions


No time to call a peace treaty
There is no opportunity to negotiate a truce or reconciliation


Dial 911, 'cause you need the
Call emergency services because you require immediate assistance


Police to help you, believe me
You'll rely on the police to aid you in times of trouble, trust me


I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
I display dominance and disrespect by removing someone's ability to speak and urinating on the ground


This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
The actions and interpretations of these individuals from the streets distort my intended message


We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
We can finally depart from the glamorized and superficial world of Hollywood


'Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin' in common
Proof and Sean Penn, despite both being associated with Hollywood, have nothing in common


The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We are the most dangerous group, armed with gasoline in both hands


We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
We refuse to conform and have short-lived success like a passing trend


No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
We have no regrets and disrespect your reputation, my friend


Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I don't need to engage in physical confrontation; I'll simply shoot at all of you


I'll put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
I'll strike you in the jaw, causing you to fall to the ground, using a four-barrel firearm


Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
I'll flee the area before law enforcement arrives


So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
We can engage in rap battles or engage in armed confrontations


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


I'm too fuckin' retarded
I'm incredibly foolish and mentally impaired


I don't give a fuck about my dick
I have no concern or regard for my own sexual desires


That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbet
That's why I'm in a relationship with Lorena Bobbitt, infamous for severing her husband's penis


My group had an argument, who was the largest
My band had a dispute on who was the most significant or influential


Now they all is dead and I'm rollin' as a solo artist
Now they are all deceased, and I'm pursuing a career as a solo musician


Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps
In addition, I produced the instrumentals and authored all the lyrics


Well, I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
Actually, I didn't do it, but according to this contract, I'm credited for it


I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
I was left stranded in a harsh environment with no options


Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
Enduring freezing temperatures, I had no choice but to join the group Bel Biv Devoe


My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
My daughter shouldn't be exposed to the explicit content in these lyrics


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


If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
If my rap career doesn't succeed, I'll form a musical group with country artist Garth Brooks


Hahaha, 50, sing the hook
Laughter, 50 Cent, provide the chorus




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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