Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Cm
Ebm
Cm
Ebm
Eb
New York City!
Cm
(Keith Turbo)
Ebm
You're listening to the number one
Cm
Eb
The one and only
Cm
(Keith Turbo)
Eb
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Cm
Eb
Cm
C
Pontiac GTO
Cm
That's right we do it like that
C
Cm
Eb
C
Cm
Keith Turbo the new man
Eb
Here we go
Verse 2
Eb
Move in close range with
C
the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center
Eb
C
I freeze MC's at maximum
Cm
degrees
Eb
Fm
C
?? from the street
Cm
C
when I ripped apartments
And the Corman suites
Cm
Two and a half units available,
C
bass you can't trace
Your girl starin' in my face
at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
Cm
C
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
F
C
For major alteration,
my final approach is to spray y'all
Attack ya like roaches
Don't step to me at the food
court at the municipal airport
Your unmatched performance can't
stop my endurance
Runaway 18- L, pilot one,
change in your slot
Fm
C
Number two you're through,
dischargin' your battery
Stop rappin' to me
New York City's number one MC,
that's real G
Who's that kid be
? Passengers are in position
Change your whole vision
Commercial instructors stop
your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs
Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with Son of Sam,
that's right
Cm
C
Verse 3
C
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Dm
C
Man
I can throw a hundred thousand pound
walrus right through the walls
F
Dm
C
F
C
That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth
F
Am
[mad like five guerrillas]
Dm
F
It's all Turbo
C
Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what
F
to do
Dm
F
Verse 4
C
RPM six hundred pound gorillas,
twenty two not hot
Engine accurate,
GPS storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal,
my three million new fans are white people
Geared toward the universe while black
people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross
is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks,
besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence,
fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M- 20- F,
executive manifestin' you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all
sweatin' in the train station
Remember I'm blacker than
your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
Like a anorexic model
on the crack bottle
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in
the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck
hurt
Endorsements from the universities
can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin' on the campus
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Fax you that flight number,
stand by frequency
Don't mess with me
Cm
Db
C
Verse 5
C
C
Pontiac,
GTO
C
Pontiac, GTO
C
Pontiac, GTO
C
Pontiac, GTO
Verse 6
C
That's right y'all, it's all
about NASA
When I ride around in my
NASCAR
Don't think I'm Richard Petty,
or Bobby Unser
C
Or even Al Unser,
C
it's all Indy 500 when I run around
C
You know it, I come with the fluid like Jack
Em
E
ie Stewart
Outro 1
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