Tonalité : Ab major•
Verse 1
Ab
It's about that time, you know me,
I'm about that rhyme
Cannabis and terminology,
two of hip -hop's top chiefs,
E
watch me
Dbm
Cannabis, lyrically fit, terminology's bent
A million bars, verse 16 start like this
A rack of bars laid stacked on the floor
above the doors of the Bombay
I could drop bombs all day,
Ab
any city, all states
Any place, any muscles, they all ate
E
My metaphors break jaws out of place
Ab
30 shots, change cultures, lock, reload
What up, he -ho?
E
I throw bullets the size of burritos
Ab
Prototypes, peoples,
built by Lockheed on the East Coast
E
Drag you by the feet with 30 feet of rope
Ab
Gotta pay dues, dude,
Gb
put you on YouTube
E
One million views at that
moment you lose
Ab
Against the freckle -faced elephant man
With cold, clammy, gelatin hands
Research and develop the plan
E
Ab
Cause now everybody hollerin'
Hip -hop ain't bringin' the dollars in
E
Radio ain't got no more tolerance
Ab
Objection sustained
Y 'all niggas can't fuck with Jermaine
You can't verify the shit that he claim
E
Ab
Just a man in the Matrix
E
Gb
I stand by my statements
E
Every time I run a program
They erase it
Ab
The plot unfolds
You hear the army snare drum roll
The beat tolls
E
Cause you know I got soul
Ab
Yo, I rap alone
Strap a microphone round my chest
Like a saxophone
E
Fully automated battle
Dbm
Can't miss a terminology
White hot speech
Black bop beats
You listening to hip -hop's
cheats
Terminology, what's the prophecy?
Show em how you got the
right to rock with me
Boy, you better fry that beat
Ab
You'll be the last of a downed breed
The ones who kept your heart racing
like a pound of speed
E
Ab
The ones who bodied anybody
that was on the scene
The ones who never sold
out like Condoleezza
E
Ab
On their young peeps
The big night packing, windpipe slashing
Big pipe blasting,
keep mine stashing my designer jeans
E
Gb
The truth is this, for you stupid pricks
E
Never underestimate my ruthlessness
A celebrated crucifix
Ab
Every rhyme you write,
it's like you moving bricks
I sold way too,
E
but I ain't on that stupid shit
Ab
I write intelligent, relevant,
elegant, heresy, rhetoric
These rap dudes ain't
E
even competitive
Ab
Should I let them live?
Nah, fuck that, you'll bust
I've been looking for someone
E
that I can bust that
Ab
Through trust that
Gb
Ain't another rapper alive
E
that can touch that
After I crush that
Ab
Fuck all the simple shit,
I got this shit locked like Middleton
E
Plus I keep swinging like Wimbledon
Ab
You fake motherfuckers is weak and ignorant
I speak deliberately at you
E
Dbm
for the ruger clap you
Let the bullets catch you,
why would I shake your hand?
We got beef like Red Sox
and Yankee fans
Before I shake your man
and cut back his face
I levitate my soul up to the pearly gates
Ab
Ask God if I'm really getting
in for a kill again
Should I just pray for my sins?
No convertible, no face in the wind
Just a basement, some gin
E
and some goons that'll murder you
Ab
You wanna act macho, I got a Glock so big
It'll blow your fucking
E
wig out your tie hole
Ab
E
Gb
You lost souls, only worry bout a canto
E
You'll get your fuckin' face
split like a rock show
Ab
It's non -stop, yo, the turmoil I'm in
I love to see the slugs boil your skin
E
Ab
This ain't no boys to men,
none of that soft shit
Even stronghold cats know
E
I got a poison pen
Ab
They say your boy's a gem,
I'm a diamond in the rough
Goopy bitches,
E
they be climbin' in the trunk
Ab
Your weak scriptures
E
Gb
sound a little rough
E
Treat rappers like Hitler,
how I line them up
Ab
After that, you can find them in the trunk
Ten pussycats bleedin'
E
Ab
like that time of the month
Metaphorically,
ain't nobody as raw as me
But more importantly,
E
I will just destroy your beef
Ab
No snappin', no poppin', no dancin'
Just some Hannibal Leck
E
and Charles Manson
Ab
E
The question cannot bust,
Gb
well here's the answer
E
A body in me,
rapper you know with no handgun
Ab
I'm so handsome,
but I got a devilish grin
Original man with devilish skin
E
Ab
I put the blade to your face,
put a clef in your chin
You feel you dustin' the wind
and steppin' the ring
But, you know you got a better chance
seeing
Cannabis and Wyclef connecting again
I cut the net off the rim
E
Gb
and hold the trophy up
E
You wanna battle both of us,
Ab
man, you must be smokin' dust
Ab
Cannot bust, turn it out
Dbm
Murder Moss on the track
Dbm
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