Tonalité : D major•
Verse 1
G
[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige
'What's the 411' tape
which I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s
"Who Shot Ya" based on
the sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this
is Mary J. Blige)]
"My subliminals, mixed
with criminal chemicals
Got more mily syllables than alphabet
cereal..."
*car door slams*
Verse 2
G
Tame: I gots ta get this bag of bam ba zi,
B
fuck this!
Verse 3
F#m
Em
"You know who the fuck I am so get off
G
that old bullshucks!"
- - > Redman (scratched sample)
B
F#m
"He ain't shit, you ain't shit, your momma ain't shit,
Em
G
daddy ain't shit"
- - > Redman (scratched sample)
Verse 4
G
[Tame One] If I had
it my way,
F#m
every wack MC would die Friday
Em
Makin Saturday a better day
G
Sunday wouldn't start your week
F#
off til Monday
F#m
Em
D
One day tunes I wrote yesterday will be to
G
morrow's scriptures for today
At high noon,
B
Boom Skwad Gods with knowledge
Em
G
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair,
despisin those who follow
B
Em
Swallowin pride like St. Ide's while
G
you stare... take a drink
B
Don't think in a eyeblink I won't
F#m
Em
start my hijinks
D
and hijack a flight [Yeah right,
when?]
G
Tomorrow night,
F#m
G
Em
cause off the record with the treble and the bass
D
I chase my lyrics through
G
the rap race
Last place is simply not
Em
an option in my case
D
Waste not want not because I front not
G
The Notty keeps his lyrical
B
shotty cocked
Em
and locked up at your temple,
G
over instrumentals
B
("It's all in your mind") you No.
2 like the pencil
Em
G
The Boom Skwadron, Godson,
who got the Bop Gun
B
Em
The top gun, from the jump like Datsun
G
I got one, candy- coated rote rhymes
skits I shit on when I get on
Em
Then flip the scripts like I had Zips on
G
D
It's on like electrical,
G
my symmetrical
alphabetic keeps my competition
Em
ridin on my testicles
D
("he ain't shit,
G
you ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
You to the rescue,
B
let me test you
Em
Who the best crew, most definite
G
has to be the Skwad cause
I'm the President
B
All you misrepresenters with
Em
your twelve inches need pinches
D
G
Wake the fuck up and check
out what this is
B
Em
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit,
D
G
your momma ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
B
I can't see nuttin but victories
G
Em
MC's think they can get to me,
then bring it
G
Cause once I pass the blunt to my
Lieutenant then we in it
Em
For the infinite, no play play
D
The notty headed Newark nigga from
G
NJ and the Sensai
represent fully,
F#m
Em
playin bullies out for yappin
D
Thinkin you'll be rappin,
G
get tapped and say you scrappin
B
While I been waitin hatin fake
Em
MC's that make they bacon
with passion,
G
D
G
rippin up they stickers for reaction
B
Em
Practicin on rap has- beens,
G
B
I'm down with the Biz like Backspin
F#m
Dissin Mikes like the Jacksons
Em
D
Thick like the lips on that Fugee chick
G
Hard like the dicks in booty
B
flicks
Em
Dissin niggaz like a snooty
D
bitch (trick)
G
I only pop a coochie if it smells Gucci
F#m
Em
Get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke blunts
D
G
with the hoochies
("What's the flavor
Dunn" - Tame)
You know the flavor like blue cheese
Em
D
on how I make crews bleed and school
Verse 5
MC's who try to do me
G
("He ain't shit,
B
F#m
Em
you ain't... ahh motherfucker")
D
"Do me baby, do me baby"
G
("he ain't shit,
F#m
you ain't shit...")
Em
G
"bom ba zi, it ain't over
motherfuckers"
Em
("He ain't shit,
G
you ain't shit")
Outro: Rhino CMZ
Verse 6
Em
G
75% water, H2O, PE, alcohol, oil
Dependin on temperature,
Em
D
G
what's the hot shit?
B
Em
Rhino, Tame,
G
Boom Skwad, Hidden Descent
Em
INI, Reflections, check the Twins
G
B
Em
G
Aight God, recognize what's fake
Em
Time to turn platinum to purple chrome
G
Green purple yellow red white chrome
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