Eminem每秒rap4.28字列健力士纪录 现场再唱《Rap God》真心劲

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被誉位“最伟大的饶舌歌手”嘅Eminem日前就喺大家期待已久嘅Coachella音乐节上演出,将经典歌《Rap God》带返上舞台!Eminem rap得就唔使多讲,但系呢首歌其实真系快到痴线,好肯定有freestyle嘅吴亦凡一定rap唔到!

成首歌6分4秒,歌词有1560个字,而Eminem平均每秒就rap咗4.28个字,系喺6分钟内keep住每秒4.28个字,呢个创举仲被列入健力士世界纪录,系全世界最多歌词嘅歌!

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《香港01》就问到香港rap界freestyle王MastaMic点睇,佢就话细个都系听Eminem大,亦觉得《Rap God》呢首歌歌词密集都几有趣。但提到Eminem相隔4年,于旧年年尾推出咗嘅新碟《Revival》,揾咗唔同嘅重量级歌手合作,包括Beyonce、Ed Sheeran、Alicia Keys等,大家都有赞冇弹,但MastaMic就话:“依家新一代嘅hip hop已经唔同,以前就好讲技巧,但处于现时世代交接,其实有啲confuse同混乱,好难去平衡到。”问到最喜欢Eminem边首歌,MastaMic直言一定系《Lose Yourself》:“个flow,啲字同技巧都好特别,成首歌以三个音节组成,可能大家只会谂到好似so happy咁样三个音,但系Eminem就将字拆开一半,所以觉得个玩法系得意同有技巧,加上首个系有故事嘅。”至于《Rap God》歌词究竟有几难密集,大家试吓对住歌词,睇吓rap唔rap到?

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chanceSomething's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know whatIf 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 chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rapPacking a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yacThe exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicingThat I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time period, here's a MaxipadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow 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 want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon sinceMC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhymeNow I lead a new school full of studentsMe? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N--W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a positionTo meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of FameEven though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flamesOff of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boyYou witnessing a massacreLike you watching a church gathering take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a way to go from your label everyday looking boyHey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableTo keep up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodleI'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying to,Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LPOne where I tried to say I take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'veMorphed into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrowsYou're like normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new Raygun from the futureTo just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s padSingin' to a man while they played pianoMan, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubberSo that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to youI'm never stating, more than never demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebratingCause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating music, you make elevator musicOh, he's too mainstreamWell, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse itIt's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as youIt’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder to,Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!School flunkie, pill junkyBut look at the accolades the skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind toAnd I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue in cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funkyBut in my head there's something I can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils, here's what they want from meThey asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake it for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face and don't be a retardBe a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?