Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something'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 what If 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 chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got 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., 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- 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 So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?
English translation for the Americans among us who don’t know Hebrew This is not how to do a promo Ahavat Yisrael Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ahavat yisrael Ahavat Yisrael Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ahavat yisrael Our 5783 presentation Will be (lit/bussin/slap/smack) Arrive at 10 Without the imprint of a pillow on my face In the yeshiva The 12th graders rule Where are the 7th graders? In the trunk of the car Our grade Are dear brothers With Rabbi tucker And the 20 year old ginger In the teacher’s lounge Every Rav is a bro Where are the female teachers? They are in the kitchen Listen, Rabbi Feig said Everyone’s coming on ז אדר It’s a waste to come the next day Because you’ll get שעל״ת’s imitation There is the presentation Everyone’s coming 11th graduating class Are bringing the hype It will be hype 12th graders at the summit Presentation There is the presentation Everyone’s coming 11th graduating class Are bringing the hype It will be hype 12th graders at the summit Presentation (let’s gooooooo) Ahavat Yisrael Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ahavat yisrael Ahavat Yisrael Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ahavat yisrael Breaking our bank accounts In Best on the tenth Rav Ido Is a Top G A grade of religious guys Learn a lot of Torah Next year Everyone’s in a yeshiva Gila and Noga are really on the edge The similarity between us Is wearing pants Here is protected Police and firemen There has been no guard here For the last 5 years Listen, Rabbi Feig said Everyone’s coming on ז אדר It’s a waste to come the next day Because you’ll get the שעל״ת‘s imitation (not worth it) There is the presentation Everyone’s coming 11th graduating class Are bringing the hype It will be hype 12th graders at the summit Presentation (One more time) (Record scratch) Wait wait, what about the Americans On almost all the bagruyot We get bonus points We don’t know any of the girls What are even Naot (sandals) We only made Aliyah With Morah Dalia We get private lessons And play real football Enough Rabbi Feig I don’t understand the lesson Okay I was in ulpan (Hebrew class) Sorry for being late Oh yeah Rabbi Feig said The presentation is almost tomorrow No one will miss it Everyone will be there on ז אדר Rabbi Feig said Everyone go up for mincha And if not there won’t be a presentation I didn’t understand the joke The presentation will be Peeeeeeeeeeeenciiiiiilllllllllllll Wait how do u say crazy You gotta say (מטורף) The presentation will be craaaaaaaazy You messed it up man It doesn’t matter.
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אש נפץ חשמל לוהט🔥🔥🔥
איפה
שיר טוב אני לומד באהבת ישראל אז אני יודע
great stuff
וואי אפילו שירדתם על הבית ספר שלי אני מודה שזה אחלה פרומו
נכון פרומו פשוט מטורף 🎊 אין על אהבה ישראל 🇮🇱
ואוו איכותי ביותר!!!
איזה מטורפים
שיר פצצתיי🤩🔥
איכותי רצח
🤩🤔איזה מטורף המרשמלו הזה🤩 מעניין אותי מי הוא
Days on Days 🤩🔥
🤣🤣🤣
מטורףףףף🍖
Perfect balance of kooky and crazy
אש נפץ חשמל לוהט⚡️💥
חזק שלכם💪
יצא ממש טוב
וואוווו
אין יותר טוב מיזה🔥🥵
אש נפץ חשמל לוהט ⚡⚡
אש נפץ חשמל לוהטט
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הופעעעע🤩🥳🤩🥳🤩🥳
פלפלים שרופים באוויר ⚡⚡
Pretty shnazy 👌🏻
flush the nush
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-)
Something'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 what
If 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 chances
You are just what the doc ordered
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
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., 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-
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
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything
You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream"
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?
English translation for the Americans among us who don’t know Hebrew
This is not how to do a promo
Ahavat Yisrael
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ahavat yisrael
Ahavat Yisrael
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ahavat yisrael
Our 5783 presentation
Will be (lit/bussin/slap/smack)
Arrive at 10
Without the imprint of a pillow on my face
In the yeshiva
The 12th graders rule
Where are the 7th graders?
In the trunk of the car
Our grade
Are dear brothers
With Rabbi tucker
And the 20 year old ginger
In the teacher’s lounge
Every Rav is a bro
Where are the female teachers?
They are in the kitchen
Listen, Rabbi Feig said
Everyone’s coming on ז אדר
It’s a waste to come the next day
Because you’ll get שעל״ת’s imitation
There is the presentation
Everyone’s coming
11th graduating class
Are bringing the hype
It will be hype
12th graders at the summit
Presentation
There is the presentation
Everyone’s coming
11th graduating class
Are bringing the hype
It will be hype
12th graders at the summit
Presentation (let’s gooooooo)
Ahavat Yisrael
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ahavat yisrael
Ahavat Yisrael
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ahavat yisrael
Breaking our bank accounts
In Best on the tenth
Rav Ido
Is a Top G
A grade of religious guys
Learn a lot of Torah
Next year
Everyone’s in a yeshiva
Gila and Noga
are really on the edge
The similarity between us
Is wearing pants
Here is protected
Police and firemen
There has been no guard here
For the last 5 years
Listen, Rabbi Feig said
Everyone’s coming on ז אדר
It’s a waste to come the next day
Because you’ll get the שעל״ת‘s imitation (not worth it)
There is the presentation
Everyone’s coming
11th graduating class
Are bringing the hype
It will be hype
12th graders at the summit
Presentation
(One more time)
(Record scratch)
Wait wait, what about the Americans
On almost all the bagruyot
We get bonus points
We don’t know any of the girls
What are even Naot (sandals)
We only made Aliyah
With Morah Dalia
We get private lessons
And play real football
Enough Rabbi Feig I don’t understand the lesson
Okay
I was in ulpan (Hebrew class)
Sorry for being late
Oh yeah
Rabbi Feig said
The presentation is almost tomorrow
No one will miss it
Everyone will be there on ז אדר
Rabbi Feig said
Everyone go up for mincha
And if not there won’t be a presentation
I didn’t understand the joke
The presentation will be
Peeeeeeeeeeeenciiiiiilllllllllllll
Wait how do u say crazy
You gotta say (מטורף)
The presentation will be craaaaaaaazy
You messed it up man
It doesn’t matter.
אומרים חיקוי של שעל"ת
ועושים תקטע של "רגע רגע מה עם האמריקאים?"
וגם הפרומו עצמו חיקוי של עמית מודעין בהרבה מובנים
כמה אפשר להעתיק משעלת?
לא הרבה בגלל זה לקח כל כך הרבה זמן להכין
רק את הטמטום
זה קצת
מגניב והרבה לא
תראו זה יפה
אבל לא כמו שלנו בתכלס
יש אבל עם מי לעבוד
שכוייח עצום
אל תשכחו להחזיר הכל למקום
עלו והצליחו
הרב עובדיה לא טועה.
הצביעו שעלת וזכו לחיי נצח :)
פרומו סביר בהחלט
אבל יחסית לאלה שהעלו אחרונים ושיש להם את ההכי הרבה פוטנציאל לרדת על כולם היה יכול להיות הרבה יותר טוב
צודק ב100%
אני לא זוכר ששאלנו☕️
לא רק ששאלתם, התחננתם שנסתכל לכיוון שלכם
וה ״מה עם האמריקאים״ מדבר בשם עצמו
אפילו אשר יעיד שהפרומו של שעלי תורה הרבה יותר טוב
קוראים לך נוב מאסטר ילד
מה אני יעשה אני מחובר לחשבון של אמא שלך, ביקשה אני יצלם כמה תמונות