Rap Game
d12 50 eminem 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 of "Rap Game" by D12 and Eminem are an insightful commentary on the difficulties and sacrifices necessary to succeed in the music industry, particularly in the world of rap. The song portrays the rap game as a "hardest nine to five you'll ever have" and warns that it will "fuck you up." The artists paint a picture of a world where one must be willing to sell their soul, rap about violence and misogyny, and engage in ruthless competition to succeed.


The first verse, performed by Eminem, is particularly powerful in its description of the violence and aggression that is often glorified in rap music. Eminem spits lyrics about being "scandalous" and willing to lay a "nigga down daily" with a gun "bigger than Godzilla's back." He warns his competition not to "confuse" his rapping with a willingness to back down from a fight, claiming that he can "whoop your ass" whether he's "drunk or sober."


Throughout the song, D12 and Eminem make it clear that they are fully aware of the unsavory aspects of the music industry and the rap game in particular. They acknowledge that they may be perpetuating negative stereotypes about black men, and they express a sense of frustration with the pressure to sell out in order to make it big. However, they also recognize the power and importance of music, and they continue to fight for their place in the industry despite the risks and sacrifices.


Overall, "Rap Game" is a powerful and insightful commentary on the world of rap music and the struggles artists face in the pursuit of fame and fortune.


Line by Line Meaning

The rap game, hip-hop 101
The world of rap, a basic course in hip-hop


The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
The most difficult and demanding job you'll ever experience


You can't learn this shit in no history book
This knowledge isn't found in any traditional educational material


You ready to rap, motherfucker?
Are you prepared to engage in rap music?


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


The rap game will fuck you up
The rap music industry can have a detrimental impact on your life


I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
I'm an unstable individual, and you're partly responsible for my mental state


You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You should have killed me when I was a child


Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
Engaging in suspicious and sinister behavior, similar to the horror filmmaker Wes Craven


And you ain't even gotta pay me
You don't need to compensate me for my actions


I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
I derive satisfaction from defeating and dominating others regularly


You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint fast
If you confront me, whether under the influence or not, you'll quickly lose consciousness


I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
I'm always physically capable of defeating you in a fight


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


Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
Is he rapping? It's fine, but don't mistake it for something more meaningful


What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
When these individuals become disrespectful, I become uncontrollable


I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
I'm ruthless, I would harm your two children without hesitation


With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
With a firearm larger than Godzilla's body


You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
You are not authentic and, as a consequence, you'll experience the consequences


Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
As a metaphorical crack dealer, your president supports and encourages my destructive actions


And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
And armed with a powerful firearm, I don't need to rely solely on my rapping skills


But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
I appreciate this advantage, but don't misunderstand my gratitude


Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
Or you'll end up dead and rotting 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 assaulted because I haven't remained quiet


I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
I'll remain silent when the White House and its corruption are eliminated


When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
When I witness the assassination of a certain political figure


Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
You're about to be eliminated, farewell, goodnight


Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Now consider and reflect on that information


Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
Take a moment to contemplate the decrease in excitement and attention


That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
That I won't confront the President in the Oval Office at this very moment


And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
And disrupt everything that's not securely fixed or controlled


I'm all for America, fuck the government
I support America, but I despise its corrupt government


Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Insulting and demeaning C. Delores Tucker, critic of rap music


Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Coward avoided confrontation, frustrating me


Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
If you take away my firearm, I'll find another weapon to carry


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


Switchblade with a little switch that switch blades
I possess a concealed knife with a mechanism that deploys multiple switchblades


And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
And transition from a small knife to a longer sixteen-inch blade


Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
This weapon is similar to a samurai sword, a masterful teacher


Shit just don't change to this day
This situation hasn't changed up until now


I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
I remain true to myself, still addressing those foolish individuals


Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
Fuck my dick, excuse my pig Latin


But uck-fay you ig-pay
But fuck you, pig


(50)


I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
I assume you'd prefer me to self-destruct through excessive drinking


But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
But I reject that idea and will continue rapping until I exhaust your patience


And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
And assert my dominance and retaliate against those who criticize me


A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
A combination of aggressive dog breeds, I'm not afraid of the threats you send my way


I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
I'm telling you, you don't understand us, 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
You know, the same actions every person has engaged in


I lived it, that's why I speak on what I want when I write
I've experienced it, that's why I express my thoughts freely in my lyrics


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


If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
If he bleeds and urinates like me, he's just as human as I am


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


But no Source never made me not buy an album
But negative reviews from a music publication never influenced my decision to purchase an album


When they said it was wack
When they declared it as inadequate


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


Right after I hear the last verse of 'Self Destruction'
Immediately after listening to the final verse of the song 'Self Destruction'


This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
This alcohol intensifies my desire to discharge my firearm


To let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
To inform you of my dominance without the help of Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)


I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
I'm untrustworthy and deceitful, I immediately contact Swifty


To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
To commit a drive-by shooting on a bicycle with 50 Cent


Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
Are you feeling fortunate? I'll pull the trigger and find out


I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
I'll confront you outside of a Chuck E. Cheese restaurant


With your seed, you'll be an unlucky G
With your child present, you'll experience unfortunate consequences


My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
My way of life is unpredictable, I'm addicted to partying


They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
They prohibited fighting in the club, so I brought a firearm


Coughin' and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Creating confusion and chaos, I surprise and attack individuals, likened to a rabbit


Poppin' the tablet and guns to saw you in half with
Consuming drugs and wielding firearms to brutally harm you


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


Make makin' millions look easy (yeah)
We make earning millions of dollars seem effortless


Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me
I'm omnipresent, you can't escape my presence or my music


Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
Trust me, you should be aware of my firearm before encountering it in three dimensions


No time to call a peace treaty
There's no opportunity to negotiate peace


Dial 911, 'cause you need the police to help you, believe me
Call emergency services because you'll require police assistance, trust me


I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
I grab someone's reputation and degrade it, disrespecting them


This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
This situation is ridiculous, these individuals from the streets are distorting my messages


We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
We can finally bid farewell to the glamour and falsehoods of Hollywood


'Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin' in common
Because Proof and Sean Penn have no similarities or connections


The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We're the most provocative and offensive group, armed with controversy


We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
We never conform to fads or short-lived trends


No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
We have no regrets, we don't care about your reputation, buddy


Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I have nothing to do with applauding when I attack all of you


I'll put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
I'll knock you down and break your jaw with my powerful firearm


Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
Then I'll leave town before the authorities arrive


So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
So we can compete in rap battles or engage in gunfights


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


I'm too fuckin' retarded
I'm extremely foolish or mentally challenged


I don't give a fuck about my dick
I don't care about my own sexual desires


That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbet
That's why I'm in a relationship with Lorena Bobbitt, known for castrating her husband


My group had an argument, who was the largest
My musical group had a disagreement about who was the most important or influential


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


Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Additionally, I composed the instrumentals and wrote all the lyrics


Well, I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
Well, not exactly, but that's what my contract suggests


I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
I was abandoned in a cold and desperate situation


Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
Enduring freezing temperatures of -20 degrees, I had no choice but to join Bel Biv Devoe


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


That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
That's why I securely attached her headphones to her ear to guarantee she hears it


If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
If my rap career fails, I'm forming a musical group with Garth Brooks


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


This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
Referring to the rap music industry, emphasizing its existence


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


And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
I won't bury myself in problems for the sake of the rap music industry


Man, I'm tellin' you, no, it ain't happening (woo)
I'm informing you that it's not going to occur, expressing confidence in my decision


I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
I assume you'd prefer me to self-destruct through excessive drinking


But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
But I reject that idea and will continue rapping until I exhaust your patience


And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
And assert my dominance and retaliate against those who criticize me


A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
A combination of aggressive dog breeds, I'm not afraid of the threats you send my way


I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
I'm telling you, you don't understand us, 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
You know, the same actions every person has engaged in


I lived it, that's why I speak on what I want when I write
I've experienced it, that's why I express my thoughts freely in my lyrics


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


If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
If he bleeds and urinates like me, he's just as human as I am


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


But no Source never made me not buy an album
But negative reviews from a music publication never influenced my decision to purchase an album


When they said it was wack
When they declared it as inadequate


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


Right after I hear the last verse of 'Self Destruction'
Immediately after listening to the final verse of the song 'Self Destruction'


This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
This alcohol intensifies my desire to discharge my firearm


To let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
To inform you of my dominance without the help of Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)


I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
I'm untrustworthy and deceitful, I immediately contact Swifty


To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
To commit a drive-by shooting on a bicycle with 50 Cent


Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
Are you feeling fortunate? I'll pull the trigger and find out


I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
I'll confront you outside of a Chuck E. Cheese restaurant


With your seed, you'll be an unlucky G
With your child present, you'll experience unfortunate consequences


My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict
My way of life is unpredictable, I'm addicted to partying


They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
They prohibited fighting in the club, so I brought a firearm


Coughin' and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Creating confusion and chaos, I surprise and attack individuals, likened to a rabbit


Poppin' the tablet and guns to saw you in half with
Consuming drugs and wielding firearms to brutally harm you


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


Make makin' millions look easy (yeah)
We make earning millions of dollars seem effortless


Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me
I'm omnipresent, you can't escape my presence or my music


Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
Trust me, you should be aware of my firearm before encountering it in three dimensions


No time to call a peace treaty
There's no opportunity to negotiate peace


Dial 911, 'cause you need the police to help you, believe me
Call emergency services because you'll require police assistance, trust me


I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
I grab someone's reputation and degrade it, disrespecting them


This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words
This situation is ridiculous, these individuals from the streets are distorting my messages


We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
We can finally bid farewell to the glamour and falsehoods of Hollywood


'Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin' in common
Because Proof and Sean Penn have no similarities or connections


The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We're the most provocative and offensive group, armed with controversy


We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
We never conform to fads or short-lived trends


No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
We have no regrets, we don't care about your reputation, buddy


Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I have nothing to do with applauding when I attack all of you


I'll put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
I'll knock you down and break your jaw with my powerful firearm


Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
Then I'll leave town before the authorities arrive


So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
So we can compete in rap battles or engage in gunfights


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


I'm too fuckin' retarded
I'm extremely foolish or mentally challenged


I don't give a fuck about my dick
I don't care about my own sexual desires


That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbet
That's why I'm in a relationship with Lorena Bobbitt, known for castrating her husband


My group had an argument, who was the largest
My musical group had a disagreement about who was the most important or influential


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


Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Additionally, I composed the instrumentals and wrote all the lyrics


Well, I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
Well, not exactly, but that's what my contract suggests


I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
I was abandoned in a cold and desperate situation


Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
Enduring freezing temperatures of -20 degrees, I had no choice but to join Bel Biv Devoe


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


That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
That's why I securely attached her headphones to her ear to guarantee she hears it


If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
If my rap career fails, I'm forming a musical group with Garth Brooks


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


This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
Referring to the rap music industry, emphasizing its existence


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


I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
I won't bury myself in problems for the sake of the rap music industry


Man, I'm tellin' you, no, it ain't happening (woo)
I'm informing you that it's not going to occur, expressing confidence in my decision


This rap game, this rap game
Referring to the rap music industry, emphasizing its existence




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

@jax2415

I love you

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Who is here 2024!

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